Here is my new story. It's been an idea of mine for a couple months or so but since I was working on my other stories I decided to put it on the back burner. With Coming Home finished, Long Time Coming slowly dwindling down, I decided I can't really put my full head into Little Fish and continue with anything else until I start this. I have worked out the beginning in my head for so long that it was driving me crazy. Anyway here it is, Love Letters, you will notice right away when it takes place and it wont follow the actual storylines from the original for the most part. There may be some stuff but overall it probably wont. The idea is also taken from the play Love Letters, if anyone is familiar with it but it will not be the same either. Also this is a strictly Brenda and Dylan story, the other characters will be brought up every now and then but they wont be a major part of anything. It will go back and forth between Brenda's POV and Dylan's. I hope you like it.

Love Letters

"It's About a Man and A Woman…That Are In Love For A Lifetime."

Chapter 1 The Test

It had been a nice summer in London, it was a far cry from the 80 to 90 degree summers she was used to in Beverly Hills but Brenda had been so busy with classes and a new city she hardly missed it. Every once in awhile she would think about what the gang was doing, if they were at the Beach club working on their tans or playing volleyball, only then she would miss it. But London was amazing, Brenda had made friends in her summer program, she for once was actually enjoying classes and she hadn't been that home sick to her surprise. When Brenda arrived at the University of Minnesota the year before, she had been home sick the minute she got off the plane. To her surprise she hadn't felt like that at all when she arrived in London at the start of the summer. Then again Brenda was different this time. A year ago she was still part of the close knit gang, they had spent the summer together, working at the beach club and hanging out, but her freshman year at CU had proved different. She found herself maturing and more introverted. She had taken the year to find herself and Brenda thought she had. When leaving for London, it felt different, the group was the same, maybe even closer but the difference was Brenda didn't feel part of it. Sure everyone was friendly and nice but it was different. And she found herself Brandon's sister again. The only person that she felt home with was Dylan. They had really gotten closer that year as friends. Dylan had proven he still cared about her and would do anything for her. He had told her she saved him and changed him and made him feel whole. Well that first year at CU Dylan had returned the favor. Sure the feelings were still there, she still saw the sparkle in his dark eyes that she had seen the years before when they were together but they had stayed platonic and really just grew up. Until that one night. Brenda had gone over to Dylan's that night with the intention of telling him exactly how she felt about him. The timing was perfect considering he and Kelly had broken up and she knew she was leaving for the summer and it would be the perfect test. If they could survive the summer without each other again and return to each other at the start of the school year Brenda would know it was for real this time. Brenda was nervous going over there that night even though she felt him breaking. The wall that they had put up was gently starting to crumble. They had spend the night before at the carnival as more than friends really. They rode the rides, laughed, Dylan had won her stuffed animals and looked at her like he used to. The had shared a few moments, lingering looks, Dylan even held her hand. They didn't talk about anything but that night was different than the rest of the year because Dylan and Brenda didn't hold back. They danced, they hugged, it was Brenda and Dylan again. They may have been apart but it was apparent they were in each other's hearts and nothing really had changed besides a mutual respect for each other that would only come with friendship, love and from each other.

Brenda stood there and looked at him. She caught his eyes lower themselves as they traced down her body and back up meeting her stare again.

"I want more than your applause." Brenda walked closer to him, keeping her eyes locked on his. She found herself more confident, older, more distinguished. Less afraid of rejection and more secure in the love she had for him.

Brenda heard Dylan breathe a bit heavier as he nervously left her gaze only to return to it a second later.

"I wont be gone forever Dylan…Give me something to come back to."

Brenda stared into his eyes as she felt his arms slowly one at a time wrap around her waist. Without saying a word Dylan tilted his head to the side and leaned in and kissed her. Brenda brought her hand to his neck as the kiss heated up. They slowly lowered themselves to the futon as Dylan moved her to her back, covering her with his body. He slowly brought his hand up caressing her thigh pushing her long skirt up. The couch was their place and it felt exactly like it used to. Brenda felt his kisses drop down to her neck as she felt him unstuck her shirt. His touch was electric it had been so long since she felt it, really felt it against her abdomen, cupping her breast, grabbing at her hips. Brenda pushed him up gently with her body so they were in a sitting position. Dylan looked at her curiously, at first he thought she was changing her mind but as he looked into her eyes she slowly stood up and took his hand. She led him into his bedroom without saying a word. She turned around and looked at him. His stare was intense and he finally gave her a small smile. She smiled back as she crossed her arms in front of her taking the bottom of her shirt and pulling it above her head. Her eyes didn't leave his as she tossed it to the floor. Brenda reached behind her and unzipped the small zipper on her skirt and it quickly dropped to the floor. As Dylan watched her undress he began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly exposing his chest. Soon after stripping his pants to the ground as well. He watched Brenda take a deep breath seeing her tense up. He slowly walked over to her wrapping his arms gently around her waist and pulling her against him. Dylan leaned down and began kissing her again, her lips felt soft, her tongue felt gentle, he had missed kissing her. There were so many times he thought of it. He had even dreamed of her a few times, waking up next to Kelly and feeling badly about having such dreams about his ex-girlfriend when he himself had chosen to be without her. Dylan laid her gently on the bed and continued to kiss her, touch her, feel her skin against his. No matter how many women Dylan had been with it was always different with her. They made love, slowly and passionately. It felt like both of them had been holding back for so long, the longing, the sexual tension between them was being released and so was their hesitation. Brenda felt Dylan stop in the middle and look down at her. He hadn't said anything to her yet.

"I missed you so much. I have dreamt about being with you again…I have never felt this close to someone before." Dylan whispered as he looked into her eyes. "I do still love you…you know that right?"

Brenda nodded slowly taking his lips to hers as they began to move together again.

"Brenda?" her roommate said again.

Brenda shook her head quickly waking up out of her daydream, "huh…what?" Brenda looked at Olivia confused.

Olivia laughed, "What's with you? I have been calling your name for like 5 minutes."

"Sorry…just spacing, its just one of those days I guess."

"Fair enough." Olivia said with a smile, "You want to come grab a bite with me, Kenny and Michelle?"

"No…I am good…thanks though." Brenda sat up from her bed.

"Are you thinking about him?" Olivia face went from smiling to serious.

Brenda took a deep breath and nodded, "Going home next week is a bit nerve wracking. I mean…I guess I am just scared that's all."

"Have you talked to him?" Olivia moved and sat next to her.

"No, I haven't talked to him in a month. I keep calling but no answer." Brenda looked down sadly. This was the test, they went from talking every day to once a week and now Brenda hadn't heard from Dylan at all. She had asked her brother about him but he hadn't seen him, which was more of a relief to Brandon considering him and Kelly had been seeing each other and they had moved quickly from friends to serious relationship within a weekend. They had spent the entire summer together and Brandon had even taken her back to Minnesota to meet the family and spend some of the summer with them.

"I am sure he is thinking about you…didn't you say he goes down to Mexico all the time, or that his mom lives in Hawaii, he probably just knows you are busy with classes and he is just trying to keep busy waiting for you to come home." Olivia smiled and rubbed down her back as she got up, "You sure you don't want to come?"

Brenda nodded with a smile, "Yeah I am sure, thanks though."

"Anytime." Olivia gave her a small wave as she left their dorm room.

Brenda looked down and exhaled, she looked over at her phone. She picked it up again dialing the operator and placing the fifth collect call to Dylan she had made that week.

"I am sorry miss…there is no answer, would you like to leave a message?"

"Yeah." Brenda swallowed hard as she listened to Dylan's voice on his machine.

"Hey Dylan…its me…I don't know where you are, you starting to make me nervous. Call me when you can, whatever time, I just really want to hear your voice." Brenda sat quiet for several seconds. "I miss you, I cant stop thinking about you and I cant believe I am coming home next week already. Call me back baby…love you…bye." Brenda set the phone on the hook as she flopped back on her bed again looking at the ceiling.

**

Dylan slowly brought the corona to his lips and he tilted back finishing off his 6th beer that morning. Dylan had been so disappointed with himself he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror. He was a drunk again and it had happened so fast this time he didn't even remember when it really happened besides the news he had received. He had lost his money…his sister…his livelihood. He had spent the last month in Baja, getting drunk, drowning his sorrows in different bars every night. He wanted to drown his sorrows in different women every night but no matter how drunk he had gotten, he still thought about her. He was ashamed, he was ashamed because he let her down. She would be home from London soon and he was like this. She had opened up her heart to him again, she truly had forgiven him for all the mistakes he had made and now he was about to disappoint her again. Dylan had found out about his money and Erica shortly after Brenda had left for London. He never told her about it, thinking it would only cause her to worry about him and at first besides the anger, betrayal and sadness his sister wasn't around he had thought he would be okay. He had hired a private investigator, who had tracked them in Brazil. It looked like things were looking up until a month ago, the investigator told Dylan he had lost them. The banks they had set up were closed, the house they were living in was sold, Erica had been pulled out of school and they had literally vanished from sight. Dylan hit the bottle hard then and before he knew it he was a full blown drunk again.

"Uno más, por favor" Dylan swayed looking at the bartender.

"No más Dylan, que ha tenido suficiente." the bartender denied his request for another beer.

"Suficiente." Dylan smirked enough? he thought, "You have no idea."

"Go to your room…sleep, you come back tomorrow." the bartender spoke his broken English. "Usted nos debe dinero, no más de cerveza." the bartender put his foot down. Dylan owed him more money than he had.

"Money…its always about dinero. Everyone is the same." Dylan got up and lost his balance. He muttered some cuss words at the man in Spanish and staggered back to his room. Dylan was so drunk it was surprising he was even able to find his room, which he was a week late in paying for. As he stumbled into his room he flopped down on the bed, his face hitting the comforter hard. He moaned as the room began to lightly spin. How did he let himself get this way? At the start of the summer he had everything he had ever wanted. He had a family, a sister in which he adored, he had finished freshman year with decent grades and he had her back. He had never wanted anything more and he had everything. Now he had nothing, and even though technically he knew he still had her he knew once she saw him this way he wouldn't have her forever. She would take one look at him and hate him all over again.

Dylan laid in his sleeping bag with his eyes closed. He knew it was time to get up but he didn't want to. She stirred a little and he tightened his grip around her. He heard her moan quietly and stretch.

"This is really nice." Brenda whispered to him.

"Yeah." Dylan whispered back moving his face into the back of her hair and gently kissing it. "Are you warm enough?"

Brenda giggled turning herself in the sleeping bag they were sharing, she leaned in and kissed him, "I am…cause I'm with you." she said sweetly. "I should probably go soon though."

"Please…not yet, just stay with me for a little while longer." Dylan took a deep breath and looked at her, "It's going to be hard letting you go, I know you deserve this chance and it's your dream but I just got you back."

Brenda lifted her hand to his face, "I know…its only for the summer and you know you could come and visit me." She wiggled her nude body even closer to him, "I'll sneak you into my dorm room." she whispered seductively with a smile.

"Well that might be arranged." Dylan smirked leaning in and kissing her hard.

Dylan knew Brenda was leaving the following day and he had invited her to camp out down at the beach together as their last official night together before she left for the summer program at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. It had been a week since Brenda professed her love to Dylan and since then they had spent every day together with a few overnight visits in there as well. They had eased into a relationship quite easily considering the amount of time they had spent apart. They were older now, more mature and they had nothing stopping them. Jim had toned down and was oblivious to where Brenda was staying most nights, Kelly had disappeared and there was nothing stopping them from being the couple they once were besides a summer apart…again.

Dylan had gotten his way with Brenda, she knew she had to go, but it didn't take much persuading from Dylan to go for round two that morning. Sex with Dylan was better than she had ever remembered it. He knew exactly what drove her crazy and she could tell by his reactions she did it to him as well.

Brenda moaned out quietly still recovering, "Was it always this amazing?

Brenda felt Dylan nod as he pressed the side of his face against hers. "Yeah…you and I were always this good together." he said quietly with his eyes closed.

"How am I going to live without you…without this feeling all summer."

"There are always telephones." Dylan was only half joking.

Brenda laughed, "Not the same thing at all."

Dylan laughed, " I know. You are going to have an amazing time in London, you'll see…and when your done being amazing and learning how to be an even more incredible actress than you already are, you'll come back to me and we will take off exactly where we left off. Please don't worry about this summer, I wont do anything to screw this up. You are the one I want to be with. I love you Bren."

"I love you too." Brenda whispered. She sat up slowly as Dylan did as well. They didn't care they only had one sleeping bag, being that close to each other was all they wanted. Brenda looked at him, Dylan saw the love but he saw something else too.

"Brenda…you have nothing to worry about. I am not going anywhere…I know our relationship has never thrived on long distance but its different now. I want you and only you and nothing is going to change that or change the fact that you and me are going to be together come fall. I promise." Dylan leaned in resting his forehead against hers, "ok?"

Brenda nodded. "ok."

Dylan wiped his face as he felt a tear escape from his eye, Dylan broke his promise, so much had changed, he had screwed up again. Was it possible to get his shit together before Brenda came home? She helped him through it before would she now? Everything may have changed around him but his feelings had not. His love for her had not.

So that was the first chapter of Love Letters, I am sure you guys don't really know where I am with this but you will soon find out. Please review! If you guys aren't liking it or intrigued then there isn't a point in writing. xoxox