Brandon and Callie; The Fosters.

The Beach House

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Callie's POV:

"It's beautiful." I told Brandon while admiring it's beauty.

"Yup, and it's all ours, for the whole weekend." He said with a smile. I looked at him and smiled. I'm actually happy.

"Me too, I'm happy to be here with you, I love you." He said with a small smile. I opened my mouth to say something but, he pressed his lips to mine, after a few seconds he pulled away.

"Yes, you said that out loud." He said with a small laugh. I laughed with him.

"Well, I think it's about time to go check out the house." I said with a nervous laugh. I'm not gonna lie, being here with Brandon, alone, all weekend makes me nervous. It's not because I think he will hurt me or anything, it's just with everything that happened with Liam, and- oh my god. He will want me to have sex with him, but honestly I don't think I'm emotionally stable for that.

"Callie? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Brandon said with nothing but worry in his eyes.

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking." I said with a small smile.

"Okay..." He looked at me questionably but didn't drag the conversation any farther.

"This is where we'll be staying- unless you wanna sleep in a room by yourself, it's just I thought-" he looked so nervous and honestly I thought it was cute.

"Brandon, I wanna share a room." I said with a small laugh.

"Okay, good." He said as he gradually stop being so nervous.

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The next morning, I woke up next to Brandon while all the events that happened last night replayed in my head. After he gave me a tour of the rest of the house, we had a wonderful dinner and then went to bed because it was pretty late. I smiled to myself as I got up to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Once I came back, Brandon was no where to be found. I opened all the doors to all the other rooms, and still no sign of him. I was beginning to get worried until I smelt the smell of pancakes and bacon coming from downstairs. Once I ascended from the stairs I saw my very good looking boyfriend standing in his pajama pants and loose t-shirt cooking me breakfast.

"Goodmorning beautiful," he said when he felt my presence in the room.

"Hey," I said with a shy smile.

"I hope you're hungry, because being the wonderful, and amazing boyfriend I am, I'm making you eggs, pancakes, and bacon for breakfast," he stated being very cocky.

"Don't be so cocky, B," I said with a pause, and walked over to him. "I haven't even tasted any of it yet," I told him and pecked his cheek and went to get the stuff to make coffee.

"Cal, I already made the coffee, it's in the maker, I just didn't pour you any because I didn't want it to get cold." Seriously? He is honestly the best boyfriend in the world. I loved saying that. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.

"Thank you," I said extremely happy to have just woken up.

By the time I poured my coffee Brandon had already made my plate and was making his.

"Thank you baby," I walked over and gave him a sweet but mesmerizing kiss, and poured him a glass of orange juice.

"Anything for you," he said sweetly while cutting up his pancake.

After a wonderful breakfast, we decided to head down to the lake and take the canoe out.

"Hurry up B, it gonna start raining soon! " I yelled as I was putting on my flip flops. About two minutes later Brandon came down the stairs with his shoes and.... shirt. Of course, he doesn't have a shirt on.

"Done checking me out?" He said getting cocky.

"You're the one that decided to walk down her without a shirt on, maybe I'll just start doing the same." I said with a smirk. He groaned and put his shoes and shirt on and we made our way out to the canoe.

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We spent hours on the canoe, just talking and laughing. Once we finally came back to the beach house, it was around six, so I asked Brandon if he wanted to watch a movie, which he quickly agreed. About thirty minutes into the movie I turned to look at Brandon only to find out he was staring at me.

"You we have to go back tomorrow," I said with a exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, I know," he said while our moods were dampening. It not that we hated being home, it's just, we never have anytime for just us, and he have to be really cautious.

"Callie, I really-" I cut him off with a kiss. As the kiss deepened we fell back onto the couch as he was on the too and I was on bottom. I couldn't get enough of the kiss. He picked me up and carried me to the room we had been staying in, and everything went perfect from there.

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The next morning I woke up beside Brandon, with his arm draped across my naked body, and his soft snores echoed through the room. I honestly surprised myself lastnight, I didn't have a panic attack. But I love Brandon so much, I don't think that I wouldn't have had a panic attack with anyone else. I had a smile on my face until I looked around the room and saw our bags packed and ready to be hauled out to the car and head home. I love the fosters, and I don't think I can keep this a secret from them any longer. They have to know, Jude has to know. I'm not selfish.

So I'll tell them, tonight, at dinner.