Brandon sits in front of his keyboard, attempting to focus on the piece that he composed for the competition. The house is completely quiet, as it hasn't been in a long time. He strokes a few keys, but his mind is somewhere else, with someone else.

She walked away, turned and stormed off. He pleaded with her to stay, but he read in her body language an uncertainty. And when she looked back at him, a cloud of fear crossed her eyes.

"Fear of me?" Brandon flings his arms on the keyboard, frustrated with the utter mistake of confessing his feelings. "I should have prepared her, eased her into the idea of maybe seeing me as more than a friend before I scared her back into her shell. I am a total idiot!" He yells, grateful that for once, an inquisition won't follow.

"The most pivotal stage in a relationship and I completely and utterly freak her out! And to top that off, I'm going insane, talking to myself." Brandon notices a movement out of the corner of his eye. Through the window he witnesses Callie exiting a car. In the driver's seat is no other than Wyatt. "What is she doing with him?!" Brandon feels like he's going to explode. Like his day wasn't already the winner among catastrophic days, Brandon has to deal with this too.

Wyatt is the 'bad boy' of the school, a bad influence that Callie should avoid like the plague. If she doesn't want to be a second-time offender, Callie should use some good judgment. With a friend like Wyatt, she can be back in juvie by next week.

Without thinking, Brandon rushes down the stairs, skipping every other step. He waits to confront Callie when she enters the house, in order to avoid a scene outside. The neighbors can be such gossips.

He leans against the wall awaiting that loud click the key makes when it turns and the swoop of the door as it opens.

Nothing. Five minutes pass and everything is silent.

Brandon paces to the window. The road is clear, Wyatt's car is nowhere in sight. "She left with him?" The thought races through Brandon's mind. He is outraged at the possibility. Brandon swings the door open to find Callie sitting on the porch, alone.

"Are you alright?" Brandon asks, with a mixture of relief and guilt in his voice for doubting her.

She nods.

Brandon moves closer and places his hand on her shoulder in a gesture that should read, "I'm here now and I will take care of you."

Callie places her hand on his and for a few seconds they freeze in that picture-perfect moment of trust and understanding. Unfortunately, this moment is a fleeting one. Callie jumps to her feet and rushes past Brandon, into the house and up the stairs.

Unlike before, Brandon's desire to chase after Callie is acted upon and he follows her. He is only steps behind her when she slams her bedroom door mere inches from his face.

"Open up!" Brandon pleads. "We need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about because you know nothing about me!" Callie shouts back.

In her bedroom, Callie is desperate to get out of the ridiculously uncomfortable gown. She circles her arms back, almost reaching the zipper, but not quite. Frustrated, Callie stumps to the door and swiftly opens it. The door makes a thud as it hits the wall behind it.

As expected, Brandon decided to wait for Callie to cool down. He is sitting on the floor across from Callie's door, lightly banging his head against the wall.

"Can you help?" Callie turns around, motioning to the zipper.

Brandon raises to his feet. He places one hand on Callie's back, where the zipper ends, and with the other hand he slowly pulls the zipper down. Static electricity runs down Callie's back, following Brandon's gentle touch. Brandon relishes a similar pleasure. When Brandon's hand pauses at the small of Callie's back, the moment freezes. Neither of them want to penetrate back into reality.

Callie hears Brandon's breathing get heavier as his hands slide to her waist. He twists her around to face him, and Callie's heart skips a beat. At first, Callie avoids Brandon's gaze, looking down and to the side. Eventually, she lifts her eyes to meet his.

They are standing toe to toe, their breathing in unison. Brandon's face inches towards Callie's and her stomach tightens, her breathing ceases.

Callie closes her eyes, drifting through a million fleeting thoughts. She tries to comprehend the lack of space between them. Not just the physical space existing amidst their bodies, but the connection that exists between them.

In the past few days, the undeniable closeness has sent Callie into a whorl of confusion and fear. If Callie was prone to panic attacks, she would begin suffocating every time she stole a glance at Brandon. And if Brandon returned Callie's gaze, she would be unconscious on the floor. Luckily, that is not the case.

Callie wishes that the moment would accelerate, before they got interrupted, but it is too late.

They are not caught by Brandon's moms. Or the twins. Or Jude, which Callie is most relieved about. Instead, the interruption comes from Callie herself. She flutters her eyes open, sheer nanoseconds from Brandon's embrace.

Callie places her hand on Brandon's chest in a gesture to stop this moment that both of them desire so much. Brandon, unwilling to open his eyes, lets out a frustrated groan.

The spell is broken as Callie walks away once again.