Author’s Note: I don’t own Beverly Hills 90210.
The days that followed seemed to be boring repeats of every other day in high school life for Brandon Walsh. All except for the lunches he was able to share with Stephanie. Conversations would range from simple flirting to deep discussions about the Presidential debates or abortion issues. Brandon couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find such a great girl that wasn’t only gorgeous, but incredibly smart.
When Friday rolled around he made sure to put on his most peck flattering black t shirt and jeans. He paid special attention to his hair and made sure to shave the mounds of dark bristles protruding from his chin and cheeks. One quick compliment from Jim and Cindy and he was out the door.
He rolled up to the front walkway of the Bel’age hotel, not exactly sure what to expect when he got up to the valet’s stand. Reluctantly he handed over his keys and made his way into the lobby. Stephanie hadn’t been so forthcoming about where in the hotel she actually lived, so Brandon figured he would have to ask the desk clerk. He approached somewhat of a long line that was now winding off to the side of the desk. He could make out some of the conversation going on between a skinny elderly woman and the clerk. It had something to do with not enough towels in the room. Brandon looked down at his watch, afraid that he would give the wrong impression if he was late, but since he had no idea where he was going he figured he mine as well suck it up and explain later. Suddenly, he received a tap on the shoulder. He turned to find a beautiful five foot nine red headed goddess behind him.
Stephanie was dressed in a tight, semi revealing black dress and matching black heels. Her fiery red hair was pulled up on the left side, but her right side was down and flowing past her perfectly tanned shoulders. Brandon was awe-struck as he took in the sight of her. “I forgot to tell you I was in the Penthouse,” she stated with a soft smile that lit up her olive face. He quickly returned the smile, “It’s alright. You look beautiful,” he added. “Thank you,” she replied making sure to reveal the bright white of her glowing smile once again. Brandon offered his arm to her and she graciously accepted, “Are we ready?” She nodded and they headed out of the hotel.
Dinner was an amazing experience for Brandon. The conversations they had been having all week carried over into dinner and he found that the time had zoomed by. Between smart little comments they could be seen gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. She had his dimples out in full force for the evening.
The movie was perfect. There was no need to talk, they just sat and held hands, lost in the quiet that overcame them both. There was no awkward feeling or need to search for any magical moment. The entire night was a magical moment and it wasn’t forced. He knew exactly what he wanted to do next.
Brandon quickly drove to the stunningly beautiful look out point. They sat and held hands just gazing out over the lustrous glints of light radiating from the city below. The only thing that could make this moment more memorable would be the perfect kiss. Brandon turned to face her and she returned his gaze. They slowly leaned in to take in the warmth of each other’s lips. This truly was the perfect kiss; one neither of them wanted to end. As they sat, embraced in each other Stephanie deepened the kiss introducing the warm sensation of her tongue to the equation. As things got heavier Brandon found that Stephanie’s hands had moved from his chest to his zipper. She began to unbutton his fly and he pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him unsure of his reaction. “I’m not interested in that,” he softly corrected as he went in for another passionate kiss, but found that Stephanie had no interest in returning it. She blankly stared at him, “Come on Brandon, isn’t that why you brought me up here?” He could sense the aggravation growing in her voice. He responded, “No, I brought you up here because this is a beautiful spot to sit and talk. And yes, I had been thinking about kissing you since the restaurant. I wasn’t planning on moving that fast. I really like you.”
“I really like you, too,” she swiftly replied giving that innocent smile and then moving in to kiss his neck. He lightly pushed her away, “I’m not ready to go that far with you. I want to get to know you better. You make me laugh and you challenge me. I don’t want this to just be physical.” He thought saying that would soothe her, but found that she had actually become quit red as he could feel the anger radiate from her, “Do you really think you’re the first guy to make those claims and then bring me up here?” She became very cold as she pulled away from him and stared off into the city lit night. “Just take me home.”
Confusion took him over. This was a reaction he never expected, “Stephanie, don’t leave it like this.” She kept her eyes straight ahead refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset, “Just take me home, please.” Brandon had no choice. He let out a sigh, sat back in his seat and turned the key. The rumble of the engine and the sound of the tires rolling over the rocky pavement where all that was heard as he drove her back to the hotel. She stepped out and didn’t acknowledge him as she passed the bellman on the way through the glass doors.
Brenda noticed the sullen expression etched on Brandon’s face as he entered the front door. Not even gazing into the living room he made his way up the stairs. She couldn’t help but be overcome by curiosity so she followed him up.
She slowly crept her way up the stairs trying her bed not to appear over anxious about finding out how the date went. From what she could tell of his reaction walking in the door, it didn’t go well. She could only hope. Then maybe she could keep Stephanie Sloan out of their life. She tapped on his half open door, “Brandon?” She could barely make out the whisper of a response. She entered, “How did it go?”
“Perfect, terrific, just dandy,” she picked up the sarcasm in his response and tried her best not to take it personally. “Care to go into detail?” He continued to stay focused on his plaster crumbled ceiling as he replayed the date in his head. “I don’t know. Things were going great and then we got to The Point and she just lashed out.” Brenda became slightly annoyed at the fact that Brandon would think it was okay to share that sort of information to her. She is well aware of why guys bring their dates to The Point. She had been there on several occasions with Dylan. “Brandon, I don’t know if I can blame her. Maybe she wasn’t ready for that.” He let out a loud sigh and corrected his presumptuous twin, “No. I stopped it. She was the one who wanted to go further.”
Well, Brenda suddenly felt vindicated in her need to address her boyfriend’s ex-best friend as a slut. She had pulled the typical slut move with Brandon and now, if she was lucky, the girl would be gone for good. Brenda added, “Well, maybe she isn’t the right girl for you, then.” “Why would you say that?” he snapped at her. Brenda defended herself, “I didn’t mean anything by it; calm down.”
“I know you’re judging her, Brenda. What exactly do you have against Stephanie anyway?” he continued his aggressive tone. “Nothing,” she said now matching his volume and harsh temperament, “Sorry I came up here to support you. I’ll just go.” She turned to make her dramatic exit when she heard the tone shift, “No, don’t go. I’m sorry. I just really like her and I’m not sure what even really happened.”
Brenda seemed to calm down as the mood in the room calmed as well, “Maybe you should talk to Dylan. They used to be close friends when they were younger. He might be able to help.” He slowly allowed his dimples to make an appearance continuing to alleviate the tension, “I’ll catch him tomorrow at school. Right now, I just want to go to bed.” “Okay,” she softly stated as she let a small smile release from her lips as she made her much less dramatic exit from his room.
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