Hey so this is my fist fanfic and I'm pretty nervous but I really like this show The Fosters and I think you should watch it too.

Oh and this takes place during the Quinceanera in episode 4. Please be considerate that not everything will be completely accurate. Thanks!

Callie took a step back. This wasn't what she wanted. Was this what she wanted?

"Callie! Wait!" Wyatt tried to yell, his speech impeded by a slur. Callie kept on running, her heart racing at the sound of him staggering along behind her.

"C'mon Callie!" He wheezed. "You're killing all the fun!"

Callie didn't stop. She no longer cared about being accepted by Wyatt and his outcast friends. She wanted something else, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Callie didn't know how, but she ended up back at her foster parents' house. She found herself opening the front door and letting herself in, coming face-to-face with Brandon Foster. She tried to remember when she had lost Wyatt and when she ditched the dress, but something was impeding on her mind. Was it the bright blue eyes that were staring back at her? Was it the sound of Stef and Lena demanding where she'd been the last few hours? None of it mattered. Brandon Foster was less that two feet away and the smell of his cologne was absolutely rejuvenating.

"Callie!" Stef barked. "Where is your dress?"

Callie looked down at herself and reddened.

She was wearing what she assumed to be Wyatt's t-shirt and boxers, which she remembered him giving to her when her dress snagged on some fence they climbed over. He happened to have the extra clothes with him, although Callie didn't know why.

"Brandon could you go upstairs? Lena and I would like to talk to Callie alone," Stef said and then waiting for Brandon to disappear.

Once he was gone, Stef and Lena allowed their angry faces to return.

"You had us worried sick!" Lena began pacing back and forth nervously. Her nerves were tired, as she'd already dealt with enough stress earlier at the party.

"Where were you?" Stef ordered. Her tone was raspy; Callie assumed she must have been tired too.

"I, uh," Callie immediately felt ashamed. She hated herself for having put her two foster mothers in this kind of distress. After they'd taken her and Jude in…

A knock on the window interrupted her thoughts. Her body tensed and her heart was beating triple time.

"What is it, Callie?" Stef inquired, walking over towards the window. "Do you know who that is?"

Callie felt a rash of heat go up her neck. Did she know?

She saw a head of blonde hair through the window. She froze. Headlights of a car gleamed in the distance, illuminating the perpetrator's face. She was relieved to see that it was Wyatt's. In fact, she'd never been happier to see him.

"Callie, do you know this boy?" Lena asked, trying to identify the intruder.

Stef had opened the front door and was calling for the boy to come inside.

"I just came to get my clothes back," Wyatt explained. He was holding Callie's bright pink dress. It was torn at the bottom.

Stef gave Callie an alarmed look.

Callie hid her face in her hair and then asked to be excused to her bedroom so she could change. She then returned the clothes to Wyatt and he handed her back her dress.

Stef massaged her temples while Lena just had this heartbroken look in her eye. Callie felt responsible.

"So that's who you ran off with today?" Stef yelled after she closed the front door.

"I didn't-"

"We didn't take you in and cater to your needs so you could run off and go get pregnant with some boy!"

"What!" Callie said. "I'm not pregnant!"

"Well, you could become pregnant if you're not careful!"

"No! I wasn't doing anything!"

"Oh, okay. Well then how do you explain the clothes and you being AWOL for the last three hours?"

"It's not what you think," Callie said. It was all she could say without burying herself deeper into the same hole. She felt tired, like she wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

Finally alone in her room, Callie rested her head on her pillow and tried to wash away the day's events. She was interrupted by a knock at her door.

"Can I come in?" She recognized the voice immediately.

Callie hesitated, and then nodded. How could she say no?

Brandon walked in and sat next to her on her bed. For a moment neither of them said anything.

Callie caught Brandon eyeing the notebook on her nightstand. But before she could hide it, Brandon already started speaking.

"I'm sorry about that," He said sheepishly, as though he were embarrassed about what Talya did.

"You don't have to apologize," Callie said.

"Yeah, I know. But Talya won't, so I have to do it for her,"

Callie's heart fluttered and she smiled a little.

"Oh," She said, pretending not to care.

"Callie, I think you're a strong person," Brandon said. She hadn't noticed how close they were.

Feeling vulnerable, she quickly turned away.

Just then, Stef busted through the door.

"Callie, what are we going to do now?"

Voila! I super quickly wanted to apologize for all the weird formatting 'n stuff because I'm really new to this. Also, I have no idea how this turned out so if you all could give reviews that would be fantastic. Thank you!