Brandon Walsh was walking by the campus at the end of his classes, when he found himself face to face with none other than his once best friend (well... they were still best friends in Brendon's mind, but they sure were not spending so much time together anymore...) Dylan Mckay. Both boys gave eachother a smile of recognition, and Brandon imediatly saw that look he knew so well apeare in Dylan's face. It was this particular smile he only got around members of the Walsh family, mostly the twins, and it meant he was ready-if not willing- to be lectured.
Dylan: Hey Jones.
Brandon decided to disapointed him.
Bandon: Hey man, How's it going?
Dylan: It's going, tha's all I can say.
Brandon: Not so well, uh?
Dylan: Well, look at your face, you don't seem to be doing that great yourself.
Brandon: I don't?
Dylan: What's wrong?
Dylan asked him, gladly exchanging the roles.
Brandon: Oh... I don't know, lots of things I guess. All this thing with Ally...
Dylan: Women troubles.
Brandon: Yes but... this time is different.
Dylan: I know what you mean.
Brandon: Something about Kelly?
Dylan: I'd wish!
Brandon: You guys are having troubles again?
Dylan: Just the usual.
Brandon: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Dylan: With Kelly and I... The usual is pretty lousy.
Brandon did not know what to say. He just gave him a hard look and went, in his most earnest tone: "...I'm sorry to hear that."
Dylan: You know what they say, you can get used to almost anything.
Brandon: I don't think that should aply to being miserable.
Dylan: like I said, I'm used to it.
Dylan Mckay was his usual calmed and unattached being. He made a gesture towards Brandon, it was he's way to bid him goodbye, and started to walk away.
"Yo, Dylan!" The boy stoped and turned around with an empty expression on his face. "Why don't you come home?... to dinner... tonight. My parents are starting to drive me nuts, always asking about you."
Okay so, it was clear that Dylan was less than exited by the thought. Brandon sure didn't say what he said next on purpuse.
"Even Brenda. She calls all the time, worried sick, and asks if you've been going to the house."
"How's your sister doing?" Was the answer Dylan gave him. And it put a grin on Brandon's face.
"Pretty fine I guess. She sounds happy. She gets homesick, though. She misses mom and dad too much."
Dylan was smiling. He seemed quite at his ease this time. Maybe it was because the conversation was not focusing on him. Whatever it was, the rush he had been in one minute ago not longe existed.
"No more than she misses you, I'm sure." He told Brandon.
Brandon: Well... we try not to get into that... you know how it is with Brenda and I.
Dylan: Yeah, I do. It most be weird to have the bathroom all to yourself.
Brandon: Actually, that was great, until I realized I could stay in the shower for two hours and nobody would come inside without knocking to rush me out. (Here, Dylan had to laugh) it kinda sucks, to tell you the truth.
Both guys sat down right there, in the outside hallway's floor, laughing.
Dylan: Yeah, Bren's always had a knack for getting people in the shower.
It was the first time he spoke her name in the whole conversation.Yes. He had not said that name out loud for a while, but it still came so natural to him, and why not? He grinned.
Brandon: Hey, save the deets to yourself, would you?
Dylan: Did you know the first time I asked her out was just after she caught me in your shower?
Brandon: Really?
Dylan: Yeah, she thought I was you. She just walked in yelling about the heat, and how you could never close the bathroom door.
The two boys laughed again.
Brandon: Well, she does hate that. You are lucky she went out with you at all.
Dylan: No kidding.
Dylan's voice was suddenly so serious that it caused his friend to stop laughing. Brandon stared at him for a moment, and then remembered this was Dylan, and that he had to pretend it was nothing until Dylan wanted to open up. He hated that, but he knew Dylan would give in sooner or latter.
-So, you wanna come home tonight?.
-Sure, why not?.
-Okay then, I'll go tell mom. Come around by five.
The two friends stood up and said goodbye. This time, it was Brandon who started to leave, and Dylan was the one who remained behind, watching his friend as he walked away.
-Hey Brandon!
Brandon looked back.
-When you talk to Bren...
Brandon made a funny face, and stare at Dylan with concerned eyes.
-Tell her... tell her I say "hi".
They stared at eachother, silent for a second. Brandon was the first to brake.
"I always do." He told Dylan, heartly, just before he turned his back on him.