Walking Blind :: Brallie AU [COMPLETED]

seven

                                                                           S E V E N

                                                                "Plan A, Plan B, Plan Z"

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"What are we supposed to do?"

Brandon snaps out of his daze to face Callie, whose leaning over, her hands resting on her clenched fists being balanced on her lap. He sighs, running a hand through his hair and shrugging sluggishly, "I have no clue."

"Well, find one," she bites, her teeth gritting together in sudden annoyance.

"How about we find one together? Y'know, as in team work?" he counteracts and grins at her.

"I hate you." she seethes and shakes her head, "God, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. You know what -- I hate everyone right now. I hate myself for being so goddamn obvious, I hate freaking Mariana and her big mouth, I hate you for being so nosy, and I-I hate moms for doing this! Kicking us out? Seriously? Like, what the fuck is this shit? It's blasphemy, I'm telling you."

"Okay, calm down," he sighs and sits upright to face her, "hating everyone isn't going to help."

"It might." her bitter smile makes him want to roll his eyes and tell her she's being completely and utterly unreasonable, but he's kind of scared to at the moment. Odds are she'll just get worse and worse to the point where she might even get physical.

"And to think last night you were all soft and sincere and teary-eyed. . ."

"Pregnancy does that to you. And how did you know I was all 'soft and sincere and teary-eyed' anyway?"

A lump gets caught in Brandon's throat and he struggles to find words to form an excuse for a minute before Callie waves her hand, suddenly uninterested, "Whatever, I don't care," she says and pushes her hair back, "I only want to talk about a plan."

"Sounds good to me. . ."

They're stuck brainstorming for a good hour while Lena busies herself downstairs with dinner, knowing that this is going to be the last orthodox meal her family has for a while. After tonight, who knows what the hell will unleash in the Foster's home.

"What about Robert?" Brandon asks on their way to the kitchen. Callie seizes up, hesitant.

"What about him?"

"Well, he's got money, and a place--"

"We are not staying with him. It's too much."

"But we really don't have any other options--"

"Let's just. . . Talk about it later." she cuts the conversation off as soon as she's sat in between Mariana and Jude, who are both starting to dig into their meals.