Chapter 44
Brandon’s Point of View
1 year later
After the funeral Callie and I talked about everything between us and we decided to date other people. She said that she needed time to figure things out since Jude passed and she was moving to New York for school. I of course had to stay in LA, then we were going on tour all over since our album was the #1 seller on the iTunes charts. I miss Callie more than anything! I wish that we could still be together because I miss calling her every day and night and her telling me everything that has been going on with her since the last time I called her. I of course have to stalk her Instagram and Facebook accounts. The last time I check, she was in New York for school at NYU. That’s how I find out how she is, or through friends or Mariana. I haven’t seen or talked to her since we ended it the night of the funeral.
I have a little free time so I get on my computer and go onto Facebook. I click until I see Callie page. It say she is in a relationship with Andrew Coleman. I look at a picture and see there is a picture of them kissing in an album titled ‘A+C’. I can feel my heart breaking!
“Brandon!” I hear Max calling my name. I shut my computer as he walks into my room.
“Yeah.”
“Dude…are you crying?” I didn’t even realize I was crying. I quickly wipe them away.
“No…”
“What did you see know?” he asks and sits down next to me on my bed.
“It’s nothing! Let’s just go out tonight.” I say and stand up and walk out of my room.
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We ended up going to this club that some of our friends go to. We walk into the club with our fake ID’s since we are under age. I go straight to the bar and get a couple shots and a beer, and down them all.
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Max’s Point of View
I knew something was wrong with Brandon when I walked into the room, and I am pretty sure why. I saw on Facebook that Callie has a new boyfriend. So I called her and she told me that she is doing okay, and she does have a new boyfriend and he is great! But I know that she still loves Brandon. It sucks how they broke up. It was because of long distance. I am best friends with the both of them so it sucks to see both of them sad.
We get into the club and I see our friends and start talking to them. After a couple minutes I look around see I can’t find Brandon, anywhere. I start to panic a little. When he is upset it’s not good. I look at the bar and see he is sitting at the stool slowly drinking a beer.
“Brandon.”
“Max.” I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Let’s get you out of here.” I grab his arm and start pulling him away.
“wait! I need to finish my beer!” he yells.
“No, we need to get you home!” I throw some cash on the bar and take him outside. We get the car and they drive us back to the apartment.
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(1 week after Brandon got drunk at the bar)
Callie’s Point of View
Since Jude passed I moved to New York and I am going to collage. I am happy. I met someone. He is helping me get over Brandon. He broke up because of everything that happened and because he was in California and I am in New York. I haven’t even talked to him in a year. I was too hard. I loved him, but I just couldn’t be with him. I look at his Facebook and Instagram all the time and see he is starting to get pretty famous for the album. I remember when I checked the charts and saw their album at the top! I was so proud of them and I probably got too excited over it. I still talk to Max and the family. Max tells me that he is fine, which almost makes this worse. I have thought about going back and trying to get together with Brandon again, but something always stops me. Typically it’s my best friend, Taylor. She tells me how I need to stay here because he isn’t worth it. I told her about him but I didn’t tell her everything that we went through together and how much we cared for each other.
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Tough Love-A Brallie Story
FanfictionCallie and Brandon were friends since they were born and when Callie's parents left her and Jude to fend for themselves and they were put into the foster system. She has to leave her best friend-and possible love-at the age of 10. What happens when...