The New Fosters: A Brallie Story

Chapter 11

Callie's POV:

We arrive at a big house, well it used to be a house. Now it's falling apart, but it is on the ocean. "What is this place?" I ask Brandon.

"An old mansion that, obviously, no one lives in or takes care of. Come on." He motions for me to follow him. We walk inside and I see an old piano in the corner and a fire place. The place is really run down and dusty, but I can imagine what it looked like before.

Brandon dusts off the piano bench and sits down. Looking around I see a staircase. I go up them making sure to watch my step. Upstairs is just as dusty and gross looking as downstairs. Except the view is amazing. I take out my phone and take a few pictures of the beautiful scenery.

Brandon comes and stands beside me. "Beautiful isn't it?" I nod. "I was thinking we could talk or play music or something."

I smirk, "that's why you told me to bring my guitar. Why don't we play some music and then sit on the front porch and talk for a little while?" I ask.

"Sounds good to me," he says. I go out to the car and grab my guitar. Then we sit at the piano and come up with random things that somehow go together, kind of like me and Brandon.

After a long time of playing music we decide to sit outside and talk. Brandon carries the piano bench out to the front porch. We sit down on it next to each other, Brandon leaning against the wall and me leaning on him. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." I say my cheeks flushing pink. I had been the one to suggest the move, why did I do that?

"I realize we don't actually know a lot about each other, so ask me a question. Any question that pops into your head." He says. I guess we don't know much about each other other than the thing we both have in common: our love of music.

Lets start off with that I guess. "Do you sing?"

He lets out a short laugh, "um, no. No I don't sing."

"Will you sing for me?" He shakes his head back and forth. "Please? Now I need to judge for myself." He shakes his head again. I give him my best puppy dog face, "Please?"

"Fine, under one condition." I give him a quizzical look. "You have to sing for me too." Now I shake my head. I'm not singing. "Okay, but then I'm not singing for you."

My curiosity gets the better of me and I say, "fine. I get to pick your song though... When I was your man by Bruno Mars."

"No because I AM your man not WAS."

I try to hide my face from him as it heats up and turns a deep red, "okay... Fix you by Coldplay."

He rolls his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then starts,

"When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you..." By the time he finishes I'm staring at him, just staring. "What?" He asks.

"You're not a bad singer. You make it sound like you're the worst singer ever but you're not." I blink the tears from my eyes so hopefully Brandon won't see them. I love that song and the lyrics hold so much meaning for me, but hearing Brandon singing it to me made me love the song even more. I feel like Brandon will always be there for me and and will always be there to put my broken pieces back together.

"My turn. You have to sing..."

"I think I know the perfect song." I say. It's the song I've been listening to on repeat and every time I listen to it I think of him, Christina Perri's Arms.

"Oh okay." He says and then sits back and waits for me to begin.

"I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start

You put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

You put your arms around me and I'm home

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around

I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

I'll never let a love get so close

You put your arms around me and I'm home..." When I'm done I slowly open my eyes. I must have closed them after I started. We stared at each other in silence until my phone buzzed. I glance down, "we need to leave, now."