Brandon and Callie; The Fosters.

The Truth

Callie's POV:

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Brandon asked, let me rewind back to the car ride on the way home from the beach house.

"I want to tell them, B," I said with hesitation, but sure I wanted to tell them.

"What are you talking about?" He said with a sluggish smile.

"I wanna tell moms, Jude, and the twins about us, I mean, they deserve to know,"

"Are you sure? I mean, we don't have too." He said but I could see the truth in his eyes. He wanted to, more than anything. I smiled.

"Yes, I'm sure. They might kick me out, they might not. We don't know," I said and took a deep breath.

"But that's a risk I'm willing to take," and I smiled. Until I realized. I don't get to tell Jude, the whole time I have been on this trip, I forgot about my dead baby brother. Tears came upon my eyes, and slid down my face. Brandon must've noticed because he pulled over and leaned over the consul to hug me.

"I guess I'm in denial," I said with a sigh.

"No, it's just, you've been able to talk to Jude for so long, and you trust him. You may be in denial, but that's only because you miss so much and don't want to face the fact that he's gone." Branding explained to me with worry in his eyes, mostly because he doesn't want me to fall back into my shell. I wiped my tears and separated myself from Brandon and kissed him. I kissed him hard, and the kiss held so much love and passion, that it knocked him back a little bit.

"We can do it, if that's what you really want," he said with a smile.

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And three and a half hours later, I'm sitting at the dinner table, beside Brandon holding his hand as tight as I can. One at a time The Fosters began sitting at the table and grabbing plates, silverware, and drinks, in which Brandon and I already got. I had butterflies in my stomach because of how nervous I am. Twenty minutes into the meal, I look around at my family, yes I know I am in love with their son, but they will always be my family whether or not I stay here, or at another home. I look at the twins, moms, and the empty chair that sits where Jude would've been sitting.

After I looked at my family, knowing that this could be the last time I ever sat at this table, I cleared my throat and Brandon squeezed my hand in reassurance.

"I love you all, very, very much. I never pictured myself here, with such amazing people, and I just want to say before I tell you this, I don't want to disappoint you in anyway, and no mater what happens, if I stay or go, you'll always be my family. Always," I finished my little speech with tears in my eyes.

"Callie, hun. You know you can tell us anything," Lena reassured me. I looked at everyone's faces, even Brandon. They all either showed eagerness, curiously, worry, the list goes on.

"I know. That's why I'm choosing to tell you, because I don't want to keep secrets from you. We, we don't want to keep secrets from you," I said getting my nervous as I had no idea where this conversation was leading.

"Who's we?" Marianna asked, her eyes filled with nothing but worry, because she is, and always will be my sister. This time Brandon decided to speak up. He stood up while releasing my hand.

"Moms, I love her. I love her more than anything, or anyone should. I'm a better person with her, and I couldn't imagine my life without her. I can't possibly say I love her to the moon and back because my love for her is infinite, no number, nor words could even come close to explaining how much I love and care for this girl. This girl I have known for no more than a year and a half, But I love her, I'm so in love with her, and when I get done talking you're gonna tell me, you're a teenager, you don't know what love is. Moms, the truth is, no one knows what love is until they have experienced it. No one understands the pain and happiness love can bring. But I do. I do know, because I'm in love with Callie," I had my head down looking at my food, but you could hear gasps all around the kitchen.

"Jesus, Marianna, go upstairs," after hearing those words my stomach dropped. I don't feel, I don't hear. Because I know that only means one thing, this is not going to end well.

"How long has this been going on?" Stef asked in a monotone.

"We kissed, at the wedding. That's why Callie ran away. When she returned, we talked and it just kinda happened," Brandon said with so much confidence.

"You know this is illegal? We aren't going to be able to adopt Callie..." Lena trailed off.

"Go upstairs, we need to discuss this. privately, we'll be up thee shortly," Brandon and I walked up the stairs, and once we reached the top, I made sure no one was outside their rooms, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"I love you, okay? No matter what happens today, tomorrow, next year, I love you," I told Brandon.

"I love you too," and he kissed me with all he had, and we went to our rooms until we were called back down there, about fourty minutes, and twenty-four seconds. Yes, I was counting. Brandon and I met in the hallway and laced our hands and fingers together. We made our way down the stairs to see moms siting in the living room, holding eachother.

"We've come to a decision."

Oh no.