Chances

Pictures

It was near midnight, and the pictures on the wall glistened from the blue light of Callie Adams Foster's laptop. The teenager was enthusiastically talking to her best friend, Ximena Sinfuego about recent events at her house. Complaining about her family, she almost sounded like a normal teenager. But there were only two people in the Adams Foster house that she could never bring herself to whinge about; her sister Mariana and biological brother Jude. No matter what horrible shit they pulled Callie could never bring herself to complain. She loved those two more than anyone else in the world.

"So, how's it feel finally being at home?" Callie asked, resting her chin on both her fists. On the screen, Ximena chuckled, "Amazing." She said, smiling.

"And what about Poppy? Is she doing alright?"

"Yes, thanks to you my entire family is safe. I really owe you one, girl." The Latina said, "Oh, it's already one in the morning. I'm gonna sign off, talk to you tomorrow Cal?"

The brunette nodded and closed her laptop. Tying her hair up into a loose ponytail, she crashed into bed and snuggled deep under the covers. She had been able to sleep so much easier since Ximena had finally been able to leave that church.

Ever since Prom night, all she had focused on was keeping her best friend safe from being deported. She always put others before herself, contrary to what she believed she could never look out for herself.

"Callie." A voice whispered above the brunette, startling her. She jolted awake and stared into the eyes of her 16-year-old sister, Mariana. She was holding a pillow in her right hand and a purple teddy bear her birth mother, Ana had given her two years ago.

"What?" Callie asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Scooch over. I'm sleeping with you tonight." She ordered, nudging the girl who was forced to move against the wall.

"Why is this happening?" The brunette asked, turning on her side to face her sister. The girl didn't respond and closed her eyes. Callie figured it must be something bad, as she never requested to sleep in someone else's bed unless something horrible had happened.

Worried, Callie wrapped an arm around her younger sister, "We'll talk about this in the morning, yeah?"

"Mm-hm." Mariana responded, cuddling her bear close to her heart.

Around seven in the morning, Lena Adams Foster walked by the rooms. She hadn't been able to get that good a sleep the previous night, so she decided to get up and stretch her legs. Lena paused in front of the doorway to Callie and Mariana's room, her expression somewhere between happy and sad as she saw the two girls sleeping together.

Callie woke up earlier than anticipated the next morning. Not wanting to wake her sister up, she gently climbed over the girl and got dressed. She slipped on a loose fitting off-the-shoulder top and pulling on a pair of jeans, she left a note for Mariana and her Moms and left without eating breakfast.

Quickly, she drove over to Ximena's house and sat on the front porch. Placing her head in her hands, her eyes drooped and she slowly drifted off to sleep. Callie knew the older girl didn't wake up until ten on weekends, but the brunette hadn't planned on beating the morning rush so easily.

Finally, she collapsed onto the grass, snoring loudly. The next thing she knew though, she was lying in her friend's bed.

The bedroom door creaked open and Callie raised herself up, still feeling groggy. Ximena smiled at the girl, "Finally up, huh?"

"How did I get into your room?" She asked lazily.

"Found you asleep in the grass. Were you coming to see me?"

The brunette nodded slowly, wiping away a piece of drool on the side of her mouth. Laughing, the Latina joined Callie on the bed and offered her a bag of popcorn, which she denied.

Shrugging, the older girl picked up the remote on her bedside table and turned on the television in her room. And with a click of a button, the movie began to roll.

"What're we watching?" Callie asked curiously, leaning her head on the Latina's shoulder.

"Jurassic Park." Ximena answered, eyes never leaving the screen.

Sighing, the brunette snuggled deeper into the Latina's shoulder, forcing herself not to roll her eyes as the movie went on. She hated movies like this.

"That was, um..."

"Amazing, right?" The Latina commented, "One of my favorite movies. So old school."

The two went silent, but it didn't last long. The brunette's phone vibrated in her pocket and she whipped it out to see a text from her Mom, Stef Adams Foster.

"Oh, shit." Callie said, panicking. She climbed over Ximena and slid off the bed. The Latina stared at the younger in worry, "What's wrong?"

"Totally forgot about this family thing my Mom's forcing me into! Dammit, I am so late!" She laced up her black high tops and grabbed her purse, "Moms are gonna kill me!"

Callie ran outside and held a hand over her mouth when she saw the car was gone, "Oh no." Practically pulling her own hair out, she texted her brother asking him if he took it. He had probably been practicing on the school's piano again, which wasn't all that far from the school.

And of course, he said yes.

"Shit! Brandon took the stupid car!"

"Hold up, hold up. Callie, just get in my car I'll drive you." The Latina ordered, motioning to a used silver car. Nodding, the brunette jumped inside the passenger's seat and angrily texted her brother.

It only took five minutes to get to her house, and the Latina walked the brunette inside. Callie's Moms gave her each a hug.

"Sorry I'm late." She apologized, "I would've been here sooner, but Brandon took the car."

"Then how'd you get here, Cal?"

"Ximena gave me a ride." She explained gesturing to the girl behind her.

"Oh, well thank you Ximena." Lena said, smiling at her daughter's best friend.

"Anytime." A smile flickered across her face, "I should probably leave, anyway."

The brunette nodded and hugged her friend goodbye, telling Ximena she'd call her tonight. Raising an eyebrow, Lena exchanged a look with her wife. They had noticed Callie's strange behavior lately and were questioning if their daughter could possibly be closeted lesbian.

The only one not questioning her sexuality was Callie herself. She knew she was bisexual. And she hadn't told her Moms because there was no point in coming out unless you were interested in another girl.

Which she wasn't.