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Disclaimer: I don't own The Fosters or any of the characters

The beginning is slightly different than the actual show:

~NOT BRALLIE so sorry if that is what you were looking for.

~Jude is not yet in the story

~Callie is very timid and scared- unlike her character in the show. She was the one who found Ana for Mariana and Jesus.

~Mariana had been giving money to Ana and Jesus found out.

~Brandon is tired of being the 'good kid'

~Jesus and Lexi are still trying to hide their relationship.

Brandon's fingers forcefully hit the keys of the keyboard in front of him as the muffled sounds of his girlfriend echoed behind him.

"Brandon! Look at me!" Talia angrily said to her boyfriend Brandon who was busy playing the piano. "Hey!" she said pulling his face to hers in order to look at him directly.

"I have to practice, Tal!" he said as he turned back to the piano.

"You have to give yourself a break. Come on. Come with me." Talia took Brandon's hand and lead him to the couch.

"Talia! I need to practice just a little before we hang." Brandon pleaded as he got back up to sit at the piano bench.

"I miss my boyfriend!" Talia wined as she walked slowly back to Brandon. "Seriously Brandon. I am taking you to my sister's friend's party tonight and you will come." She said matter-of-factly as she pushed Brandon away from the piano and sat on his lap.

"I have to practice tonight or I won't be able to continue with professor Wallace." Brandon said still looking down at the keys.

Talia lifted his head up to hers "You need to give yourself a break. Starting now." She finished by pulling his face into her hands and kissing him. Brandon stopped looking at the piano and placed his hands behind her head and returned the kiss.

Callie sighed as she scrolled through the computer she and Mariana shared. She shook her head as she read the information on the page. She knew doing this for Mariana was most likely gonna get her into trouble, but she finally felt like she was liked in a foster house, and didn't want to screw up anything; no one had hit her- things at the Fosters were better than she had at any other foster house.

Stef could hear soft murmuring coming from her daughter and foster daughter's room. She stopped by the doorway enterance and shifted the basket of laundry onto her hip so she could lean against the frame and smiled at her foster daughter. She knew how hard it was for Callie to open up and relax, so it was a step in the positive direction when she saw her on the computer, acting like any of her other 3 teens.

Callie was quietly talking to herself before Stef walked in No. Why? This makes no sense.

Stef gently leaned against the doorframe and spoke softly as to not startle her foster daughter "'Hey Callie"

Callie's head snapped up as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Uhh hi" she stammered.

"Whatcha doin, love?" Stef wondered, trying to get a look at what Callie was looking at on the computer.

"Uhhh just some homework" Callie shrugged the question off and quickly exited out of the Internet. "I have to go to the bathroom" she quickly got up and left the room without making eye contact with her foster mother.

Stef started to take the clothes out of the basket to put on Mariana's bed but stopped when she saw the computer. She put the basket down and opened up the Internet to see what Callie had been looking at. Oh sweetie.

Mariana shut the door behind her as she ran into her twin brother's room. Anger and hurt filled her eyes as she stared at him. She muttered, "I hate you."

"Mariana! What is wrong with you? Are you actually stupid?" Jesus bellowed as he stared as his twin in disbelief. "I thought you learned your lesson last time when Ana just took your money and left. She's using you!"

"Jesus! She is our birth mom and she needs our help!" she responded trying to keep her composure but knowing deep down that her brother had a point. "How can you just turn away form her?"

"Because all she wants is money for drugs." He responded coldly.

Mariana looked down "She can change".

Jesus stared at her not able to accept what she saw saying, "You're acting like an idiot!"

"Screw you, Jesus! I'm going to meet her with or without you. Your choice" Mariana spat as she pulled the door open and stormed out. Jesus sat on his bed; his head in his hands. He knew he couldn't let his sister go to the dangerous part of town without him. Hell, deep down he knew she shouldn't go at all and that he should tell his moms and let them deal with her. But he knew how she felt; he understood her desire to know where she came from. He wanted that too. Desperately. He loved his moms, but he needed to look after his sister.

Jesus sighed and picked up a piece of paper that Mariana left on his desk with an address scribbled on it. He grabbed his backpack and slipped out of his room and down the stairs. Silently looking to make sure that no one would see him. He closed the front door and made his way to the bus stop. Damn it, Mariana.

**This chapter was updated 6/4**