Prologue:

"Brandon! Calm down and sit." I heard a female voice say. I didn't recognize it at all.

What's going on? I scratched my scalp and felt a cord fall down onto my face. I opened my eyes to see a IV tube sticking into my hand. I saw a blue gown tied onto my body and some scars on my legs. Why am I in the hospital, what happened and who are all these people?

"Oh Callie, I'm so glad you're better!" A mixed lady with poofy curly hair hugged me softly.

"Yeah, I thought you weren't going to make it." A tan boy who looked similar to the girl standing in the corner said. The blonde cop didn't like the comment and hit his arm.

"Thank you, I guess. If you don't mind me asking, but who are you people?" I wondered.

"You don't remember us?" The mixed lady asked.

I was going to answer the question, until the door opened up and Jude's worry face popped in.

"Jude!" I smiled. Happy to see someone I actually knew. "Look how big you've gotten."
"I've been this size." he commented. Last time I remembered he was the size of a big sized toddler. Jude was always the smallest in his class, and the tiniest.

The doctor finally came in and diagnosed me with memory lost. Apparently, my memories would come back in bits and pieces. So right now, I would have to learn everything slowly and don't rush anything. That also meant I would have to go home with these strangers. I guess they were helping us, because Jude was very comfortable around them. That's all I wanted to see, was Jude happy.

"Callie, I know you don't know who we are. But, I wanted to tell you that you are in the safest environment. No one will hurt you." The blonde cop explained.

"So, what are you guy's name?" I asked.

"I'm Jesus." The tan one said.

"I'm Mariana." The other similar tan one said.

"I'm Brandon." I looked up and his blue eyes locked with mine. They stared back with some type of emotion that I couldn't name. I broke off the stare to ask the two women what their names were.

"Wait, so your dykes?" Everyone stopped and stared at me.

"You remember that?" Brandon asked.

"Remembered what?" What was I suppose to remember, I just made a sly comment about lesbians.

"Nothing." He got up and walked up the stairs away from everyone.

"Where do I sleep?" I asked.

"You sleep with me." Mariana said. I stared at her funny. "No, I mean like you share a room with me."

I nodded and followed her up to her room. I passed Brandon's room and saw him staring at me walking by. Our eyes stayed connected, until I bumped into a table. I turned the other way and walked into Marriana's room. I could tell immediately which bed was mine because I hate the color pink.

"Everything is the same, except your guitar. It's in Brandon's room, you know. You and him have your 'guitar lessons'." She put air quotes when she said guitar lessons.

I raised an eyebrow at her sarcasm, but I just shrugged it off. I sat down onto my bed and started thinking. Why am I not thinking about Liam? I remember us being together and then the rest is blurry. But, I do feel safe over here. Like I know Stef and Lena will protect me. Also, something is up with that Brandon dude. He keeps staring at me with his blue puppy dog eyes and how he bits his lips when he does it. Wait? No. It's like forbidden for foster child to go out. I am I adopted? Ugh, I have so many questions.

I walked down the hall and walked to into Brandon's room. It must have caught him by surprise because he dropped everything he had in his hands.

"I'm sorry. I can go if you want me too?" I asked.

"No! No, stay." he smiled at me and motioned for me to sit on his bed.

"I heard I take guitar lessons from you. So...here I am." I laughed and rubbed my neck awkwardly.

I don't know why I'm so nervous around him. I guess because I just meet him today.

"You can start off on some beginner stuff and I'll join in with my piano." he sat down in front of his keyboard and started playing some keys.

I stared at the guitar strings, coming up blank. I forgot how to play. My mom taught me how to play before she died. My mom would sit me down on her lap and place my fingers on the strings. Then she would start to strum and music would play around the house.

I could feel some tears falling from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away before Brandon could see them and sat down next to him. He sent me a smile and I sent one back.

"Yeah, I really don't know how to play." I said embarrassed a little.

"You don't?" I could tell he was sad, I guess we got far into practice.

"I'm sorry." I began to get up and walk out. Instead he grabbed my hip and pulled me back down.

"It's fine, we'll just start from the beginning." he placed my fingers on the correct strings. Not breaking eye contact with each other, he started to lean in but I backed up.

"I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry." I put the guitar down and got up even though he tried to stop me.

"Who?" he asked.

"Liam." I walked out of his room and didn't look back.