Hey! So I'm complete obsessed with The Fosters and I felt inspired to write this story… so I did!

"Hey Brandon?" I called from the dining room, staring down that wicked string that had popped out-of-place during tuning.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could help me with this string?" I grumbled as I tried to fashion it into another knob, "I accidentally snapped it, and this isn't exactly something... oh, I don't know, spent years in lessons actually doing?"

I could hear him chuckling at my pathetic situation as he finished drying the dishes in the kitchen, "Sure, do you mind going up to my room and grabbing a string from the desk?"

"No, that's cool, which drawer?" I answered hastily, wanting to get our guitar lesson started as quickly as possible.

"Second from the top on the left hand side" he called back.

I hurried up the stairs and shot him a smile as I went past.

As I walked in his room I could see evidence his obvious obsession with musical instruments, there were a stack of piano sheet music laying across from his keyboard and his 'book shelf' was stacked end to end with harmonicas, tambourines and their corresponding instruction booklets.

I quickly spotted his desk and I was astounded by the state of it, on my other visits to his room it had been neatly piled with school text books and his latest English reading material, but today the text books were strewn across his Acer laptop and his favorite edition of To Kill A Mockingbird- trust me, he had many copies - was hanging of one of the arm-rests on the swivel chair.

I looked beneath the ruffled exterior of the desk and started looking for the desk drawer which had the guitar strings.

That's when I hit a bit of a bump in the road… I couldn't remember which drawer he said it was in.

I racked my mind for the information he had told me just minutes before but I was coming up blank, maybe if I just searched through the drawers one by one then it would turn up!

I mentally slapped myself, what if he saw me going through his stuff? Brandon was always pretty possessive of his room, which is probably why Jude stayed with Jesus. Well, that and because Jesus's room was the only one that could fit another bed.

Okay, let's start on the right hand side: drawer numero uno.

I slid open the creaking block of oak and I felt disappointed to find only a measly notebook and some never used stationery.

The same thing went for almost every drawer on the right side, everything filled with useless rubble and I hadn't even opened the fourth drawer!

I bent down, but decided that it would just be easier if I just sat crossed-legged on the carpet; my back was killing me from bending down for every other drawer.

I slid it open; to find that it was jam-packed with enveloped that resembles the casings of guitar strings. I punched a fist into the air, thinking I was successful in my attempt. I rummaged through it but then took a better look at the envelopes.

Unlike the usual guitar string casings, they were plain white, not color coded like I was used to seeing in his little heaven. They were still the weird square shape, but I couldn't feel the wire strings beneath the paper. I felt a shifting of some sort when I rattled the envelope around, and it wasn't sealed so I opened the object, becoming a bit frustrated with the delaying of my lesson.

As I opened it, I saw the colorful glossy outline of a photograph. It felt slightly intrusive but my curiosity got the better of me and I slid the photo out of its packet.

A gust of air seemed to escape my mouth as I looked at the picture. It was Brandon and me, we were both covered in flour and laughing at Jesus, who was half cut off, but you could still clearly see the snapped skateboard dangling over his foot.

I turned the picture over, and found a date written on the back: 20/07/14- Pizza Night.

Giggling, I put the picture face down on the floor, and reached for the next picture in the envelope.

I stopped breathing altogether, as I saw the doting eyes upon my pixelated self, it was me sleeping, slumped against Brandon. Even I could remember the night this was taken, it was movie night, two weeks after Brandon had dumped Talya.

The rest of the Fosters and Jude were in the picture too, but it was clear that the main focus was Brandon and I, he stared down at me, adoration gleaming in his eyes and I couldn't help but wistfully think that he may feel something for me.

"Callie?" the soft voice interrupted me from my thinking.

"Brandon!" I screeched, reaching to tuck the photos back and shove them into the desk.

"What were you doing looking at my photos?" he questioned me suspiciously.

"I didn't- I mean, I did, but I thought that they were your- I'm sorry, I forgot which drawer and I found these and-"he pulled me up from the ground.

We stood toe to toe in his room, and I warily looked up into his eyes and saw that same adoration that I had seen in the picture.

Brandon, perfect, idolized, Brandon. He was my dream guy, he paid attention to me, he treated Jude as if he was his real brother and he was genuinely nice.

Maybe that adoration went further than just a sisterly love, I sure hope it did, because what I was about to do next sure went further than 'sisterly adoration'.

I kissed him.

I held my lips against his for a few daunting seconds but then pulled back, mortified by my actions. My jaw hung open like a goldfish and I was paralyzed in every inch of my body. Only the ticking of a clock could be heard in the embarrassing silence.

As what felt like concrete slowly seemed to removed itself from my feet, I turned around with the intent of going and hiding in my bed for the rest of a millennia. But he grabbed me by the elbow, spinning me around and slamming his lips against mine, they meshed together in sync as I wrapped my arms around his neck and his encircled my waist.

"Are you ok with this?" he asked me between kisses, his concern for me was endearing.

"More than ok" I replied, we both seemed to understand that- for now- this was going nowhere beyond kissing. That would make things far too complicated.

After what seemed like mere seconds - but was actually minutes - we broke apart, lips swollen and gasping for air, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the lack of space between us, it was unnerving how close our bodies were, and I prayed that he couldn't hear my heart pounding from inside my chest.

"Wow" he muttered from under his breath, ironically just what I was thinking.

It struck me how completely stupid and childish this was, just this alone could get Jude and me sent back to another foster home, and this was the first one that he had ever liked, and hadn't had to deal with bullying, or abuse or see me go through the same thing.

"Oh my god!" I said, mostly to myself, "What have I done? Brandon, I'm sorry, I know that we cant do this…"

I ran out of his room, and made my way downstairs, flinging open the front door and sprinting outside and into the pouring rain, wandering down the street until I sat down on a bus stop bench.

He had followed me out and I could see him sit down next to me.

"I shouldn't have put you in this position" I chastised myself while trying to form an apology, "the rules on this are written in stone, it wasn't fair of me to do that"

He stared at me, confusion clouding in his hazel eyes, but soon the inevitable realization dawned on him.

"Foster siblings are strictly prohibited to engage in any sort of romantic entanglement" he recited monotonously. Disappointment was plain on both of our faces but he listed my chin up defiantly, his eyes bore into mine, as if he were claiming them as his own.

"Callie, I'm not going to give you up because the system says so, haven't you always said I never get in trouble because I never do anything wrong?" I nodded. "It's because nothing was ever worth it! Callie, you are something worth getting in trouble for, you're worth it!" He whispered to me, still holding my gaze.

"What are you saying?" I asked, completely and utterly disbelieving that he was talking about what I thought he was talking about.

"I'm saying, Callie, that this could be between us, I can't let you go now, I can't even deal with the mere idea that I might have to walk around every day hiding what's between us, but that's better than the alternative, which is not being with you at all."

Tears swelled up in my eyes, this was too good to be true, somebody who wanted me for everything that I am, somebody who still wanted me even with Jude and my parole.

But could I really do this to him? Make him lie to his parents, his brother, his sister and put him at risk of getting in to serious trouble with the law. Not to mention that both his parents were cops!

"Please Callie?" his begging broke through me, and although sneaking around and hiding our relationship seemed like a pretty shady and stupid thing to do, especially in our situation, I don't think that I could deal with the alternative either.

"Yes" I whispered, kissing him gently on the lips.

"Yes?" he muttered into the kiss, ensuring that I wasn't going to change my mind.

"Yes!" he shouted picking me up and spinning me around, clutched in one of his massive bear hugs that I had become used to getting.

I laughed the best I could, all the happiness in the room wasn't something that I experienced very often, and it was a nice break from the constant worrying.

"I should probably get to bed, before your parents get home"

He frowned at me, "didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"There's a rainstorm up north where they are, they can't make it back till tomorrow morning, at the earliest" he clasped my hands in his pulling me closer, "so what do you say? Will you stay the night?"

Thanks for reading! To Be Continued...