Brandon and Callie; The Fosters.

The Funeral

Callie's POV:

It's been a week. It's been 7 days since the night of homecoming. Since the night of Brandon cheating. Since the night of my baby brother's day of death. I still have this feeling where I can't wrap it around my head. I know I need to accept it and realize, he's not coming back. I'm not going to have anyone to do homework with. I'm not going to be able to watch him get married, graduate, have kids. None of that. All because of a drunk driver, who police arrested for man slaughter. I haven't ate, slept for me than 2 hours every night. I'm helpless. I ignore everyone and I just stay to my self in my bed. Everyday. 2/47. The only thing I get up for is to go to the bathroom.

Beside from the Jude's passing, I haven't talked to Brandon. I guess I just can't handle anymore disappointing things in my life at the moment. I know I need to talk to him about it, and I will. Just not today. Because, today is the day they will be burying my little brother, the little boy that has been the one person I had from my family. I have no one else that links me to him. Not one thing, and honestly it's depressing.

I put on a dress that was black and went knee length. No color. So sequels. Nothing. Just a black piece of cloth, and my mom's necklace. I love and miss them so much.

*knock! knock!*

"Cal, it's time." I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, which I didn't realize were rolling down my face. I opened the door to see Brandon.

"Uh, I'll be down in a sec, I just gotta touch up." He gave me a simple okay, and once I was sure he was downstairs with everyone else, I made my way into Jude and Jesus' room. I walked over to his bed to see it neatly made with his favorite teddy bear sitting at the head, and his backpack and school stuff sitting at the foot of the bed. I made my way over to the cubby looking things and saw his favorite shirt. I remember when I asked him why it was his favorite;

"Jude, why is this red shirt your favorite?" I asked as we were folding his clothes. He smiled brightly.

"I was wearing that shirt the day I finally realized, you would never leave me behind." Then I remember when I saved him with Brandon while my old foster dad had a gun pointed at me. Brandon didn't even know me, and he risked his life for me. I smiled back and continued folding his clothes.

A few tears slipped down my cheeks, but I couldn't help but smile at the memory. Jude was amazing, even though he didn't have the best life. I wiped my face and walked down the stairs with the rest of the family. My family.

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Once we arrived at the funeral home everyone was just watching me, waiting for me to break, and honestly, I was waiting for myself to do it. I love Jude so much and he's the one who has always been there.

After about 3 speeches from the family, I knew it was my turn. I took a deep breath and made my way to the podium. A lot of people were here, considering well, Jude hasn't been here very long. Once I made it to the podium I took a deep breath beginning my speech.

"Jude. He was so bright and bubbly all the time. Even though he had been through nothing a 12 year old should have been through. He was such a fighter, and I know he did his hardest to hold on for me, and the family." I took a deep breath and smiled at the family.

"I know that he was gone way to soon, but I just can't believe someone took my baby brother's life. Someone had so much to drink, they risked everyone else that was driving, lives. But that's not the saddest part. The saddest part is that he took an twelve year old boys life. A little boy that could've been president or saved a life. Jude was so amazing, he was capable of doing that. I love and miss you buddy." After a few more speeches, I made my way over to the casket for the first time, my little brother laid there looking lifeless, because he was. He no longer had any life in him, and that broke my heart.

"Callie. It's okay to cry." A man told me from behind. I thought I recognized the voice but wasn't sure.

"Jude wouldn't want me to cry." I told the man that was now standing beside me, who I refused to look at.

"I remember when he was just a baby, I was so stupid that night, I shouldn't have driven drunk, especially with your mom." He said as his voice was cracking. I looked at the man who knew what happened to my mom when she died. And it didn't take me long to figure out who he was.

"Daddy?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah sweetie, it's me." He told me.

"Why are you here? When did you get out?" I said as my voice began to crack.

"Only a few weeks ago, and when I heard about Jude, I just, I couldn't stay away." He told me with tears in his eyes. "Can we go somewhere, and talk?" He continued.

"Uh, yeah." I looked around for B, and the rest of the family to make sure they weren't looking at me, but they were all talking to other people. I led him to the café across the road from the funeral home. After we got a table and a milkshake, I had to have answers, and that's what I was gonna get.

"I need answers." I told him.

"I know. I know, I stopped writing, and didn't talk to you guys, I just couldn't talk to you when I knew that I couldn't come see you, hug you." His voice held so much emotion, I believed him.

"You don't know what we went through, you don't know how many times I had to take the beating for Jude, or how many times we got picked on, because you left us. YOU LEFT US!" I raised my voice and then soon realized, I can't be here. I can't just sit here and "catch up." So I got up and left, despite my 'dad' calling my name. I ran across the road to see Brandon paving back and forth infront of the door.

"B?" I asked slightly confused, his head snap up so fast I couldn't blink. He ran up to me and hugged me. After we pulled away, I felt cold, empty.

"What was that for?"

"Where have you been? I was freaking out. I thought you left again. I don't know what I would do if you left again Callie. I wouldn't make it. I just wouldn't. I'm so INLOVE with you and I can't be without you. The kiss wasn't me. She kissed me and had her hands around me so tightly, I couldn't escape and-" I cut him off with a kiss. A passionate kiss, that held every single emotion.

"I love you." I told him.

"Oh god, Callie. I love you too. So freaking much." He said and crushed his lips to mine.