A/N: This is my very first fanfic, like EVER! so im sorry if its not that great, im just trying to see if its worth writing another chapter. If i get good feed back then ill THINK about writing the 2nd chapter. I love this show & im SUCH a Callie/Brandon shipper! so thank you for taking your time to read this and im sorry if the title sucks! oh and it might me 'M' for the next chapter cuz i do like my smutt (; hahaha anyways thanks again! ENJOY! (:

Callie was tossing and turning, unable to forget the conversation she had had with Brandon two days ago about her date with Wayyt.

"I don't want you dating him.. I don't want you dating anyone!"

Brandon had practically yelled it out, she thought as she opened her eyes, giving up sleep. She turned to look at the clock on her night stand. 12:19AM.

"Ugh!" she sighed as she covered her face with her hands. She sat up sitting Indian style leaning against the wall, thinking about-she couldn't bring herself to say his name- thinking about him. She closed her eyes thinking about the time they practiced the dance for Marianna's quince, how his eyes made her squirm,and that smile, that smile that made her all tingly. Not to mention when he gave her that look of his. OH GOD she thought to herself as she opened her eyes. She was unaware that, just a few feet away, Brandon was still awake, sitting at his now silent keyboard. He was trying not to think about her and how she made him feel. He felt guilty for yelling at her about going out with Wayyt but how could he not yell? He had feelings for her and he didn't want anyone else to have her

He stopped pressing the soundless key and just stared at his poster covered wall in front of him. He thought about how they shared that look that could set a room on fire the day he was leaving for his dad's, how Callie had assumed that he had let her borrow his guitar. He had just wanted to lean in and kiss her. That sideways grin that she gave him & those deep brown eyes. He groaned as he started to think of her in ways that he shouldn't but he couldn't help it; He was, after all, a teenaged boy.

Callie was now looking over at Marianna who was dead asleep. She was biting her lip thinking about how Brandon would look shirtless.

Stop it, Callie, She thought to herself. You're Callie, the one who was in juvie. You can't have feelings for someone like Brandon.

She didn't like the fact that she knew she had feelings for him. She thought about those blue eyes that changed to green with his mood and that smile and his hair that she wished she could run her fingers through. He was kind, sweet, he had helped her get Jude from their old foster house when they first met. He was the very first one who was not scared, shocked or judgmental about where she came from. She looked down at her hands and wondered if he was awake. But then she thought about the rules. She couldn't date Brandon, even if deep down she wanted to kiss him every time he gave her that look that could melt ice. Even though with just that one look, he started a fire deep within her. But, it was soon forgotten whenever she would look at Jude and see how happy he was here. She couldn't get them kicked out and sent away to God knows where. She kept thinking about this as she got up from the bed and walked over to the closed bedroom door. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She opened the door, and stepped out into the dark hallway.

A/N reviews would be very helpfull! thanks again for taking your time to read this! Review/Follow! thanks! (: oh and i dont own 'The Fosters' or any of the characters.