Author’s Note: I don’t own Beverly Hills, 90210.
Brenda and Brandon made their way up to the front walk stopping in front of the beautiful frosted glass that decorated the door in front of them. Brenda reached up to the oval button that would alert those inside to their presence, but was quickly interrupted by the door swinging open to reveal Dylan McKay dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jean shorts. He smiled as he motioned for them to make their way in. Dylan held out his hand to Brandon as he planted a kiss on Brenda’s cheek. Brandon quickly shook his hand while closing the door behind him.
“How did everything go?” Brandon finally asked the question that had been on his mind since early this morning. Dylan smiled automatically revealing the impending answer, “It went great. She walked in, head strong and told her story, no holds barred. They said it’s going to be the top story on the 5 o’clock news.” Brandon looked down at his watch, “That’s in a half an hour.” Dylan nodded to him putting his arm around Brenda who just stood quietly. “Where is she?” Brandon inquired. Dylan let out a little chuckle, “She’s in the kitchen attempting to cook. She’s determined to have a bar-b-que tonight so she’s putting together a salad and a bunch of side dishes.” Brandon shook his head and chuckled at Dylan’s revelation as he headed into the kitchen to join her.
He pushed open the swinging door peering inside to be greeted by the view of a tiny pair of blue shorts poking out of an opened refrigerator door. He just stared at the round figure, long legs and bare feet that happily shook in front of him. She peaked over the door, “You like what you see?” she smiled at him as he blushed in her direction. He had been caught and turned his eyes away. “It’s alright,” she giggled, “Care to help with the salad?” He turned his eyes back to her and made his way over to the cutting board where a tomato awaited his attention. She shut the door as she put a head of lettuce up on the counter. He turned his attention back to her taking in the sight of the red head clad only in the blue shorts, a matching blue tank top with her hair pulled up into a tight pony tail. He was becoming very fond of the ‘girl next door’ look.
She opened up the wrapping and began pulling the lettuce apart, placing it into a bowl she had retrieved from the shelf above her. She definitely appeared to be in much better spirits than the night before. “So, how ya feeling?” he asked. “Good,” she smiled at him, “I wasn’t sure I could do it, but once I started talking, it was like a huge burden had been lifted off of my shoulders.” He smiled back at her as he chopped into the tomato, “Good.” She turned her attention from the lettuce to his chopping leaning in to kiss his cheek. He turned to look into her eyes asking, “What was that for?” She continued to stare, “For believing me.” He put down the knife and turned to face her continuing the deep stare into her eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek and moved in grabbing his lips with hers. He pulled away playfully, “Is this how you reward all your friends?” he continued to smile.
She never let her eyes leave his, “You’ve always been more than a friend, Brandon.” He nodded to her as she again placed her lips upon his. The kiss started slow but turned into a much deeper exchange. They were soon wrapped around each other, the longing they had both been feeling taking them over. The kiss continued to deepen until their tongues became entangled in the sensuous moment. Their eyes closed and the world around them disappeared as their emotions and passion took over. Their hands began roaming and exploring the other’s body. They became so lost in each other that neither one heard the swinging of the kitchen door.
Dylan let a growling sound escape his mouth. Brandon and Stephanie quickly froze as their lips pulled apart. They turned to the young couple now glaring at them in the open doorway. The embarrassment took over and they both became very red. Brandon took a second to recover from the moment, “Sorry, we didn’t hear you come in.” Dyaln desperately fought to keep back the laugh he was holding in the back of his throat. The two couldn’t stop smiling as Dylan finally interjected, “I’m going to head out to pick up some meat. B, mind if I borrow your car?” Brandon’s normal color slowly returned, “You want to borrow my car?” Dylan nodded as he shrugged, “Bigger trunk.” Brandon shook his head, “I’ll drive.” He turned to Stephanie who had pulled herself out of the center of attention and back against the counter. She just nodded to him and let out a little giggle. He leaned in kissing her cheek and pushed Dylan out the door, leaving Brenda and Stephanie alone and cracking up as the boys left.
Brenda had to remark, “So I guess things between you and Brandon are going well.” Stephanie’s red cheeks got even brighter as she nodded. Brenda tried to lighten the mood, “Need some help?” Stephanie finally lessened the embarrassed smile, “Please,” she nodded toward Brenda. The two girls passed the time away discussing Brandon and Dylan as they worked on the salad as well as potato salad and started boiling water to make macaroni salad. Before they knew it 15 minutes had flown by. Brenda looked at her watch, “I hope they make it back in time. The interview’ll be on in a few minutes.” Stephanie nodded, “The grocery store is only a few minutes away.”
Brenda heard what sounded like a car approaching the driveway and made her way out of the kitchen, “Maybe that’s them now.” She swung open the front door to peak outside and didn’t recognize the black BMW that now made its way up the driveway. Her attention was then caught be the kitchen door swinging out and a frantic Stephanie running from behind it. Brenda watched as she started going through the drawers screaming at Brenda to close the door. Brenda shut and locked the door and ran toward her. “What’s wrong?” she questioned the frenzied woman, “What are you looking for?”
She didn’t look up from her search, “I heard him put it in here last night. I know it’s here somewhere.” Brenda couldn’t understand what could lead Stephanie into such a whirlwind, but quickly figured out that whoever the visitor was that had pulled up was not someone she was anxious to see. Stephanie stepped back from the last drawer which she ripped through revealing a silver revolver placed firmly in her hand. Brenda’s heart began pounding, “Stephanie, you have a gun?”
Stephanie ran for the door as sound of the bell shot through the house. “Stephanie, wait!” Brenda yelled. It was too late; Stephanie flung the door open and aimed pointing the pistol at the now shocked intruder’s head. “Stephanie!” was all Brenda could get out before she heard the cocking of the loaded pistol.
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