Walking Blind :: Brallie AU [COMPLETED]

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   (MY BFF LIV *AKA @brallieforever* WROTE THIS CHAPTER BC I WAS TOO LAZY TO DO SO -- ALL CREDITS GO TO HER, GIVE HER SOME LOVE PLS)

                                                             F I F T E E N

                                            "Wedding Bells Are Ringing?"

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She watches him pace irrationally back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, wearing out the carpet while pushing his fingers through his messed up curls and mumbling incoherent things under his breath. Callie rolls her eyes, huffing dramatically and closing the empty pizza box from last night. "You overthink too much." She states all while shoving cold dough into her mouth.


Brandon abruptly stops in his tracks and glances toward Callie's lazily state on the couch - the couch that Jill had laid down the law where no eating would ever be permitted while sitting on it - she seemed to break that rule. "And you under think," He spits back. "Us? Engaged? Moms are already so angry with us--"

"They're angry with me." Callie cuts him off, pushing herself up on the couch more a bit. "There's no us about it. Okay sure, they were angry with both of us in the beginning, but now? I'd bet if you said you wanted to go back home and leave the baggage," Callie refers to herself and her stomach with a hand. "They would welcome you with open arms!"

Brandon bites his bruised lower lip and pinches the bridge of his nose while Callie's gaze falls towards her bump, her brown irises beginning to overflow with tears. Out of instinct she places a hand atop of it and sighs. "I just thought that maybe getting married would help this issue. . . but I guess not."

"This issue?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"That's what I said asstart." Callie grumbles, shoving more cold dough in her mouth. "Brandon, what are you so afraid of? We're not going to college, it seems like you're graduating and I'm not, we're having not one but TWO babies. I'm barely eighteen and..--" She pauses for a moment, her hormones suddenly beginning to get the best of the young brunette as tears pool around her mocha irises once more. "I already feel bad enough, okay? I'm holding you back from so much. If we didn't have sex, this wouldn't have happened."

"Do you think I regret having sex with you?"

She's silent, not knowing what to say or how to respond.

He pads over towards the couch and takes a seat a few inches away from her, giving the respecting space she needs. "I wouldn't go back home without you," Brandon finally breaks his silence, making Callie tear her gaze away from her bump to look at him. "That's not even considered home to me now. If you're not welcome, I'm not welcome. Do you truly honestly think I'd leave you and our babies behind? Fuck no."

"That's just it, Brandon." She murmurs. "You had an amazing life ahead of you. There was Julliard, graduation, your eighteenth birthday."

"That doesn't matter to me now." He assures.

"Yeah, but it did before I got pregnant."

Brandon knew before she spoke; the sparkle of yesterday was extinguished. Her eyes move slower and always more downcast, skimming the floor, rarely rising to eye level. It's in her voice too, quieter, with a meekness that isn't usually part of her speech pattern. She's unhappy in a way he hasn't seen before, like a small slice of bereavement.