Searching For Something More (Brallie FanFic)

Callie's POV

Wayy over due!

Callie's POV:

I awaken to the familiar smell of Brandon and a slight whispered conversation of him and Stef. 

"She really is, reminds me a lot of her mother, you can bunk with Jude tonight". I could almost see the smile in Stef's voice. 

"Alright". I could hear the shuffling of Brandon's feet and as he gathered some pillows and blankets. 

"You know you could always just tell her how you really feel". And with that I heard Stef walk away. Confused, I try not to make a lot of noise as I slowly shift in bed. 

Thoughts start to overwhelm my brain as I hear the slight noise of Brandon's drawer opening. I freeze, trying to calm my thoughts so I can drift back to sleep but just as fast as the drawer was opened it was closed. As Brandon's footsteps get closer, I'm about half asleep before his words echo in my head. 

"I love you, Callie Jacob".

My breathing hitched, the moment he closed the door. Even if I did have feelings for Brandon there was nothing I could do about them. I needed a family and they were all I had! I couldn't give it up. 

"Just because he loves you, doesn't mean you have to love him". I whisper to myself in the darkness.

The next morning, Stef was bring me to the mall to pick some things up. I walked into a coffee shop when I smelt the familiar smell of Brandon. I look around to see only one other person in the shop, who defiantly wasn't Brandon. 

"Stef, what's Brandon up to this morning?" I asked out of curiosity 

She raised an eyebrow at me before answering. That's right she knew he was in love with me. "I think he went to Tayla's. Why?" Stef put on her signature smirk before paying for our coffees. 

"I was gonna head up to the treehouse and I was gonna invite him along". I lied. Tayla. His girlfriend. Yet he 'loves me'. 

When we were in the car, Stef turns to me. "Do you love Brandon? Please don't lie to me. I can read you like a book".

"Stef, I can't. I need you guys, I need a family. People who will love me and want me forever. Who will be there for me when no one else is, and I can't risk losing all of that". I stared at the lid of my coffee. 

"You will always be one of my daughters, Callie". I force a smile before Stef starts to drive. I knew Stef meant it. I always had been considered one of their own. 

As soon as we got home, I left for the treehouse. I didn't actually plan of coming but I decided it'd be a nice get away for a while! 

I had been here for about an hour when I decided that I should probably get home. As I stood up I see a head pop in through the doorway. I let out a loud scream before I realized it was Brandon. 

"I.. hate you" I laugh at the top of my lungs. 

"Didn't mean to scare you," Brandon shined a bright smile before taking a seat. "Heading out so soon?" 

"I've been here for almost an hour! I thought you were at Talya's plus how'd you know where I was?" I return to my previous seat. 

"We broke up," Brandon didn't sound disappointed but how couldn't you be? Maybe he was just good at hiding it. 

"Brandon, I am so sorry," I try to be supportive, something I was never all that good at. 

"It's fine, I really not that affected". Brandon's eyes seemed to wander anywhere but me.

"Ugh, so.. how'd you know where I was?" It was a stupid question but this was one of the first awkward silences I had ever had with Brandon. 

"Stef, she said you were looking for me earlier".  Brandon's eyes stared into mine and I found that I was out of words and my mouth wouldn't dare to move. 

I quickly turn away, hoping I'd regain my thoughts and words. I see our kite and burst out laughing. 

"What's so funny, smelly?" Brandon stares at me as I roll around laughing. Calling me smelly probably didn't help. 

"Smelly?" I stop for a moment to catch my breath which leads to more laughing. "Creative!" I continued to laugh so hard that it was starting to hurt. 

"Callie! Seriously!! Tell me!" Brandon not realizing made it three times funnier and I was pretty sure I could start to hyperventilate soon. "Your a meany!" 

"What are we? Kindergartners?" I continued to laugh but am able to stand up and walk to the kite. I lift it from it's spot and Brandon's face drops.

"That's not funny". Brandon becomes super serious as I laugh until I snort. 

I stop laughing and stare forward, hating that fact that if I laugh hard enough I snort. Brandon, on the other hand, burst out laughing. Obviously entertained with the fact I snorted. 

"Now that on the other hand.." Brandon manages to let out between his out burst of laughter. "..was hilarious!"

I hold up the kite and smirk. "Like the fact, you still can't get a kite to work. Then after that you almost cried in fear of them because you thought they were out to get you!" I taunt back. 

Brandon stands up from the floor and walk over to on of the shelves that held all our toys. He grabs and block and holds it up. I could still see the corner covered in blood. "How about this one?" 

"No, that one was far from funny". I say as I remember when I hit my head on it and cut my head open. I smirk as I pick up a ripped stuffed animal of a black lab. 

"Dude, you laughed at me while I cried for like six hours!" Brandon tries to defend himself. 

"Exactly! You cried over a stuffed animal for six hours when you were eight years old". I smirk, still finding a little funny. 

"It was my favorite stuffed animal.. I got it from Paula!" 

"Your crazy ass aunt!" I laugh again, staring at the torn up dog with stuffing pushed in a plastic bucket. This time Brandon joined in laughing before he turned to me. 

"Your laugh is beautiful. Callie, I'm completely and utterly in love with you". Brandon spits out. 

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AN: Holy.. that's late. I'm sorry I haven't posted! My grandpa has colon cancer and one of my friends committed suicide so.. 

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