Callie's p.o.v.
The sunlight beams through the window of my bedroom. I lift my head and look at my alarm clock on my bedside table. Then I look at Brandon who is laying next to me. I can't help but smile, thinking about how when I saw him standing in my doorway, how I felt all of the broken pieces come back together.
How he makes me feel like I am the most beautiful girl in the world.
I look at every feature on his face. how his lips slighly lift into a smile. How his nose twitches, and how his eyes fluttler lightly when you change the lighting in his view. I am so lost in my admiration of his features, that he makes me jump, when his low, raspy, sexy voice says...
"Morning Beautiful...." He takes his hand and moves the hair out of my face. I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile. He always knows how to make me feel special.
"Morning" I mumble. I put my head deep in his chest, hidding my little giggle. He chuckles lightly, and lifts my head by using his hand under my chin. We stare at eachother, enjoying our presence. We slowly lean in to eachother. We kiss passionatley, and it was something I have never felt. I felt not only happiness, but peaceful. Every time I kiss him its like the fourth of july in my stomach.
"So, I am going to see if anyone is home yet... okay?" I ask in a slight smirk.
"Okay, just hurry, I don't wanna be left waiting...." He chuckled slightly,
I walked out of my room, and headed downstairs. No one was home yet, which I was happy about. I picked up the note that was on the island and it read...
Hey Callie,
The family went out for the day, and decided to let you two sleep. I hope you work something out, Love.
Mom.
I smiled and put the note down on the counter. I am so happy my mom didn't kill us; or me for that matter. I got out ingredients for breakfast, and started towards the steps.
I headed upstairs, and when I walked into my room, I saw a shirtless Brandon looking through his duffle bag, in the same place he left it last night. I was so lost in thought, that I didn't hear him. just saw him smirking at me.
Brandon's p.o.v.
I am about to put my shirt on when I see Callie staring at me in the doorway. I chuckle, she jogs out of it.
'what?' She asks confused.
"like what you see?" I say gesturing to my abdomen...
"oh... I dont know.... I mean i've seen better.." she says now smirking at me.
I walk over to her, dropping the shirt in my hand, on the floor, and pull her close by her waist.
"Oh, really?" I nuzzle my face in her neck, I can now feel her cheeks lift into a smile. So it automaticaly makes me smile.
"Yeah." I lift my head to look at her beautiful face. She smirks at me and breaks the silence.
'So... the crew is gone for the day... so that means we have the whole day to oursleves....." She then bites her lip..... I drop my head backwards looking at the celing
:God, please don't do this to me.... " I say in defeat.
"What?" She asks with curiosity, clear in her voice. I move my hand to her cheek, and caress it gently.
'Bite your lip... it drives me crazy, you just make me want to kiss you....."
"Oh really now... well you can... I mean if you want to.." She says in a seductive, yet confident tone.
" Well..." I start to lead her to the bed, "I may just take you up on that offer then..."
She lays her back on the bed, and I lay next to her, facing her. I pull a piece of hair behind her ear, it reminds me of the night we first kissed, I remember that moment like it was yesterday. We both lean in and meet our lips together. And believe me, there were sparks. I could fell her smile, so it made me copy her movement. We kissed for god knows how long, before we pulled apart breathlessly. After, I just stred at her beauty, and her chest, quickly rising and falling.
'You know..... I have never... remebered on kiss.... where we didn't feel like that..." I said as I tried to catch my breath. She smiled at me, and wraped her arms around my neck.
"Dido, Jacob.. dido.." Then we just layed there and embraced eachother, enjoying eachother's prescence.
About thirty minutes later, we decided to go downstairs and make some breakfast. I pull out ingredients, when I turn around, I see callie, looking in the fridge and grabbing things out.
'What do you think you're doing?" I ask in a playful voice.. She turns around and gives me a questionable look.
"I'm looking for Narnia... what does it look like I am doing, doofus? I am going to make breakfast..." She asks making some sarcasm in the not- so serious conversation. I point my finger and head towards her spot in the kitchen.
"Oh, no you're not missy... I am going to make my amazing girlfriend some out of this world pancakes. So you... will just have to let me take charge for once, sweet cheeks!" I start putting her ingredients back when they belong, before she puts her hand on my arm rejecting my offer.
"Well, lets have a battle then... your out of this world pancakes, against my kick ass buiscuts and gravy!!! Let the games begin!!" She says, using a spoon to make noise against the pan to start the battle. I just chickle and roll my eyes, heading towards the mixing bowl.
"Your are so crazy Foster, to think you can beat MY pancakes!! We'll see about that!" She scoffs st my remark, and continues with her buissness.
We start our so-called "cook-off" and I get the pancakes on the pan and start to watch her as she makes each buiscut, by hand.
I can't believe, that someone like me, a foster kid, fresh out of juvie, has got a girl that even considers me affiliated with her. But I am crazy about her, she is not perfect, but that what makes her special to me, she is perfect for me.
When we are done, we sit at the island and put our plates down. She sets down the plate of four buiscuts, and a big bowl of gravy in the center.
'Vuoala! Eat up chum!" My small comment made her giggle, and smirk at me in disbelief.
"Eat it and weep, Jacob!" She said giving me a buscuit, and pouring some gravy.
'Thanks, but I wont need luck, sweetheart!" I set a serving of pancakes on her plate. She looks at them and grabs her fork.
"Okay.. togrther, on the count of three....one... two..... THREE!" We both take a bite of the opponent's dishes. My eyes widen, savoring the taste currently in my mouth. I have never ha anything so different before...
I look at her and she has a shocked and happy smile on her face. I swallow and break the silence.
"So.. are my pancakes satisfactory, or should I just lay down and die of defeat?" I ask, making a joke. She laughs.
"These are very exceptional! How did you learn how to make these!?" She asks with still some food in her mouth.
'Um... my dad taught me before he, you know, went off the deep end. I learned a lot from my dad accually." I put my head down , and slowly remebered all of the things he taught me and remeber the day he taught me this skill.
FLASHBACK*
'Hey dad, can I hepl?!" My seven year old self asks my dad. Who is in the kitchen, getting out the batter ingredients.
"Sure bud.. come here!" He says, excited to see me. I run over to the counter, where he is behind a large mixing bowl.
"Alright lets get started then, shall we?" He chuckles. "Okay first you mix these ingredients together, and add a little bit of water and cream, and mix it all together... would you like to do the honors?" He asks me looking at me smiling.I nod fast, and dug the big spoon in the bowl, using both hands, steering the spoon. My dad had one hand on my side, and the other on the bowl.
When everything is prepared, he brings me back to the ground, and kneals down to my level.
"Great job bud, now if you just wait, in a few minutes, we can enjoy those delicious pancakes, chef Brandon prepared, huh? Sond like a plan?" I nod and sit down at the table.
A few minutes later, we are scarfing them down. We talk about nonsence, and crazy stuff yound boys do...
"Dad?" I ask lifting my head up away from my plate.
'Yeah bud?" He looks at me and smiles.
"Do you think that you could teach me piano after school today?" I have a hopeful light in my eyes, hoping for his to accept my offer.
He looks at me with a wide smile, and amazed eyes...
;Sure, bud, that could be our thing. We could even make it a father son thing?" Yeah, I see great talent in you son!" He then continues eating. I smile as wide as the eyes can see.
FLASHBACK OVER*
I then feel a hand on my right hand, rubbing it gently. I look and see its Callie, she has a worried expression on her face. I clear my throat, and then feel tears on my cheeks... Was I crying?
'Are you alright babe?" She asks me ovbiously aware of the tear stained cheeks. I wipe them away. And give her a weak smile.
'Yeah, I am fine, I was just thinking about the history behind these amazing pancakes.... thats all." I say, trying to sound believable. She smiles at me, and stands up.
"Well, That sounds like an intruiging story... tell me some other time, yes?" She says pecking my lips. I smile and reply simply.
'Yes, my love..." She then starts to clean up the mess we made.
"We are such destructors, now come help me... you did help make this you know, mister!" She says trying to sound stern, and funny.
I chuckle and grab a rag, "Yes..... mom!" I reply rolling my eyes.
She turn and gives me a death glare. I crack a laugh, and she whips me with the rag in her hand.
"Ow.." I say rubbing the target.
"You deserved it!" She replies, continuing on.
I laugh, and we continue on with the long day alone together...
Alrighty, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I thought it would eb fun to have a little battle, dont you think! Tomorrow is FOSTERS MONDAY! OH MY GOD! SOMEONE WILL GET BURNED! CANT WAIT! Anyways, COMMENT AND VOTE! STILL LOOKING FOR A COVER,... haven't decided. So please het those in. Love ya!! Hope.