This story is based on The Fosters, a new ABCFamily show. The characters are not mine. Hope you like it!

Me & You: Chapter 1

Callie's POV

I woke up with a jolt. Mariana's alarm blared some music I've never heard. I stare at Mariana sleeping, a lump beneath the comforters and blankets.

"Mariana." I say. She doesn't move. I roll my eyes. I take a throw pillow from the floor below me.

"Marrrriaaaaaannaaa." I sing out as I throw the pillow at her.

Her head hops up from the mattress. "What? Hmm? I'm up, I swear." She yawns and bops her alarm clock.

I stand up and stretch my arms out. "I'm gonna go. The boys are probably up already taking all the food. Want me to bring you anything?"

She reaches for her phone. "Can you get me a blueberry Greek yogurt with two pieces of whole wheat toast with some honey on the side." Mariana's phone makes a doorbell-like noise while I try to take her order in my memory. "With orange juice."

"Sure thing, Your Highness." I curtsy before I walk out and down the stairs.

"You sleep well?" Lena asks as I enter the kitchen.

The food is nearly gone, and I begin to pile as much as I can onto my plate as Jesus and Jude go in for their seconds. "Yeah, I slept pretty good."

Stef comes in from outside with a mug in her hand and the mail in the other."Morning everyone. Where's my other girl?"

I take a big bite of my toast and shovel in a bit of egg. "She's still upstairs. She's requesting breakfast in bed."

"Ah, I see. Well, I'm off. Kids don't forget your lunches. Jesus, Jude, save some for the rest of the fam." She kisses Lena on the cheek and heads out the door.

"I'll be back." Lena says and picks up an empty platter with a sticky note on it. " I have to drop this off at the Walker's house. I'll be back in time to pick you guys up."

As I'm about to walk back up the stairs with a glass of orange juice for Mariana, I slip right into Brandon. Bracing me, he pulls me into a quick embrace just before he spills the liquid all over us.

"Oh! Callie, I'm so sorry!" Brandon turns pink. He scurries around me to get a towel.

The cold substance seeps through my shirt. "No, it's fine, really Brandon." But seriously, I hate orange juice. It's sticky and cold and just too annoyingly sweet.

He comes back with a dish rag and begins to rub the cloth on the sleeve of my shirt. Well this isn't awkward at all.

"Here, I'll do it." I reassure him.

He looks at my eyes for a quick second and doesn't give me it.

I look at his eyes that still seem to be focused on my shoulder. "At least let me help you." I say quickly.

He hands me another rag and I begin to clean his shirt and collarbone. It's all down his neck too. I begin to soak that up.

I hear an odd noise come from his mouth. Or was that a moan? But his mouth didn't open. Did he clear his throat?

His eyes flit from me to the spill. What if this was turning him on? That would be really awkward if it was.

"Do I smell like orange juice?" He asked politely, his gaze landing on me.

"Um," I come really close to his neck and breathe in the scent. He doesn't smell like orange juice, but he does smell good. Like, fresh, clean soap. "No, but you smell better." I feel heat creep by my cheeks.

He looks at me really close, like he's not looking at me but in me. His eyes feel like they're digging into my soul.

"How about me?" I blurt. I look up at him.

He looks like he just came out of a trance. "What?"

"Do I smell like orange juice?" I ask. This just keeps getting more awkward.

"Uh," his nose lightly brushes my neck and his hair touches my jaw. He inhales. "No, not really."

I smirk. "Do I taste like it?" What the hell is wrong with me? I'm blurting out the stupidest things ever.

"Ummmm...," I hear him mumble. I bet he's really embarrassed. I'm such a-

His lips come in contact with my throat slowly and I feel tingles shoot through my veins. I sigh a bit. His tongue lightly licks my throat and I feel like my stomach is being shoved into a rinse cycle.

Brandon comes up really close to my face and I see his eyes. I love those eyes. Like icy blue to the fire in my blood. "You taste like oranges." He murmurs.

"Yeah?" I say.

"Yeah." His lips begin to descend to mine. I close my eyes and he captures my lips in his. The cloth drops to the floor and his arms tangle with mine. He lightly pulls my arms to loop around his neck.

Now is probably the only time in my life that I will ever feel so graceful. Being with him makes me feel like a completely different person. And I love it.

He breaks away from me and breathes slowly.

I smile just a bit. I can feel his heart beating in different time to mine. Much faster than mine.

He chuckles. "Your lips taste better than orange juice."

I sneak a kiss to his lips. I deepen it for a second. I move my arms down to his chest. "We have to talk about this."

"Later." He says, and moves in.

"Later." I confirm, but begin to move away.

I quickly make my way up the stairs and to Mariana's room- or our room, I guess.

"Took you long enough." Mariana says.

I smile sheepishly."Yeah, about that..."

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