BROKEN POETRY
Chapter I
Saturday, October 15th, 2002
It was just another hot night; a heat wave had just taken possession of LA, which was not abnormal in the middle of October.
She was sitting on the beach, only dressed in an airy summer dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders. While watching the black sea in front of her, she realized how much she had missed being here… The last few months seemed to be years, seemed to have lasted so long, she couldn't even remember, how she could have thought she would be able to stay forever…
Anyhow, things had become different, time mended the pain she had been feeling, at this place, where she had spent most of her life.
Time heals everything, Donna had told her, begging her not to leave L.A., but at least she had not been able to believe it back then. But now…
Everything had changed; she had changed, the whole situation as well and she was really glad to be back again. Back home…
6 months earlier…
"Come on, Kel, we really have to go now!" Impatiently, the tall man walked up and down the corridor. "Just a minute!", her voice was heard from inside the bathroom. Dylan sighed. Just a minute would mean more than ten of them.
"All right, hurry up, I'll go and get the things into the car!", he told her, giving his voice this certain sound of impatience, he knew would not even interest her.
So he grabbed all the stuff they needed, in fact, it was a lot more than he thought would be needed. At least, Steve would have bought things himself so that he knew he would have to carry most of it back into the beach apartment.
After he had stored everything into his black Porsche, he turned on the radio and switched the channels until he found just what he was looking for. Finest rock music. Smiling, he hummed along with the songs he knew until finally Kelly came down the stairs.
"Wow, did you at least really make it, Ms Taylor?", he asked reproachfully. Notwithstanding, the waiting had not been in vain.
She looked really gorgeous, her blonde hair falling curly onto her naked shoulders, the simple crimson dress, that cajoled her figure… In fact, Dylan had no idea why this beautiful girl really belonged to him…
She caught up with him and smiled softly. "I am a woman, Mr. McKay, I don't have to explain myself for being in the bathroom too long…" "No, you needn't…", he smiled and pulled her closer to his body, slowly running down her back with his right hand. "You look gorgeous…", he hushed into her ear, kissing her neck. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "Thank you, handsome…", she said and leaned into him, meeting his lips with hers and tightly holding on to his body.
"Come on, we really have to go!", she admitted, after parting from him and opened the front passenger's door. "Steve will kill us, if we miss his party!"
As they approached the former Casa Walsh, loud music could be heard from the back yard; obviously David was already there, trying to get anyone - who was already there as well - onto the dance floor. Kelly new at once there would not be anyone.
By looking at her watch she realized that it was only 18:30, which was not the time to start a party in Beverly Hills, but Steve asked them to be punctual, so they were…
She helped Dylan with the things they brought and entered the house through the opened front door. "Hello everyone!", Dylan shouted.
"Hey, there you are!" Donna came scurrying out of the kitchen, grabbing things out of Kelly's arms. "We already called, but you were already gone, weren't you?" "Guess so.", Dylan answered. "Miss Taylor just needed hours to get ready…" Donna laughed. "That's the way we are, Dylan!" She grinned and told them to follow her.
The kitchen seemed to them as a giant beehive. Steve, Janet, Valerie and Donna as well were scurrying around, doing this and that. Kelly got dizzy, because of all this action. "Wow!", she laughed. "Am I being at the right party? Steve, I thought it was your birthday, not a football match…" She went over to her friend. "Hey Kel, don't be barefaced!" She smiled and hugged her friend.
"Happy Birthday, Steve!" She kissed him on the cheek. "I hope, this will be the best party in town…" "It will!" Steve admitted, letting her go. "All the best, Sanders!", Dylan said, patting his friend on the back. "Thanks, McKay! Good to see you…" The two men hugged each other transiently.
"So, what's left for us to do?", Kelly asked looking around the kitchen. It seemed to her as everything was already done.
"Nothing in fact, you managed to catch the time, when everything is already done.", Valerie snapped, a large bowl of punch in her hands. "Oh, hi Valerie, nice to see you!" Kelly said, rolling her eyes at the woman, who would never be her friend. She didn't answer, but just went straight out into the garden.
Dylan laughed quietly, hugging his girlfriend from behind, palming her forearm. "You will never be kind to each other, will you?", he asked. "No, we won't…"
"So, come on everybody, the party's in the garden!!" Steve announced and the friends followed him outside.
It turned out to be a wonderful party. With all her friends around, music and dancing; Kelly could not remember a day when she had been so fully pleased with herself. How could she know, that this would not endure the night?
It was nearly 22:00; she was sitting next to Donna, talking about the latest fashion, laughing about Donna's description of a very bothersome customer, when she heard Steve's voice yelling over the volume of the music. "You're kidding!!"
Kelly wondered, what had happened and turned around. At first she could not see, what was going on, but when she stood up, she felt, as if somebody had just given her a slap in the face.
There he stood, between her friends that surrounded him enthusiastically. The guy, she thought would have disappeared from her life for good.
Brandon…
