AN: Ok another 90210 story. This I'm dedicating this to one of my bestest friends, Crys. I was a jerk the other day and I hope this makes up for it. I have never seen, watched, or know anything about this show so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Warning: it is a little weird.

Disclaimer: Um… I own the plotline… that's it!

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Brenda sighed as she walked through the double doors. It felt like she had been here before. She didn't understand why things seemed so familiar. Her ruby red princess gown flowed around her as she entered the room. Former classmates mingled around her. She suddenly realized why it seemed so familiar.

It was her senior prom.

Only things were different this time. Her dress, her date, her age. She was a different person now and she couldn't figure out why she was still stuck in the nightmare that was high school. She had a life now, a husband and a baby. So why was she thinking about her high school prom?

"Brenda" Dylan called out as he crossed the room. He looked the same as he did in high school. Brenda was confused. Had she suddenly traveled back in time?

"Dylan" she called out walking towards him. When they met in the middle, Dylan pulled Brenda into his arms and kissed her. She wanted to push him away, tell him that he didn't come with her, that she was not his date, but instead of doing any of that she kissed him back.

What the hell was going on?

It was almost like she couldn't control her body or movements as he pulled away and grabbed her hand leading her to the dance floor. The song "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum came on, confusing Brenda even more. This song shouldn't be playing this was her wedding song. The song wasn't around during her prom. She was confused. Then the scene changed.

Her red dress turned pure white and Dylan's suit became a tux. His image aged slightly, but he still looked so young. They were at a wedding. And not just any wedding.

They were at their wedding.

"Brenda" Dylan called again. Brenda was so lost in her thoughts about trying to figure what was going on to notice. "Brenda" he called again, shaking her shoulders lightly. Brenda snapped her attention back to Dylan and gasped.

He had turned into an old man. She looked down and noticed her white gown had turned into a pale blue robe. She spotted a mirror over Dylan's shoulder and gasped. She was now an old woman swaying back and forth to the same song with Dylan.

"Brenda" Dylan called again. Brenda opened her mouth to reply, but no noise came out. She was crying. She was confused and tired and she had no idea what was going on. "Brenda" Dylan's voice called out frantically. She was confused. "Brenda!"

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Brenda gasped and sat straight up in bed, her hand automatically going to her large stomach. Dylan sat next to her worry painted on his face. He made sure she was ok physically before he pulled her into his arms.

"It was a dream. It was a really weird dream" Brenda said. Dylan nodded against her head, his hands rubbing gently over her back and arm to calm her and to reassure him that she was ok.

"What was it about baby?" he asked. Brenda took a deep breath, burying her head further into the crook of his neck.

"It went from our senior prom, to our wedding dance, to when we were old and wrinkly" she explained. Dylan nodded.

"Well you know, I did promise till death do us part, so maybe you are psychic now" he said, humor tinting his tone. Brenda pulled away, rolling her eyes. Dylan leaned forward and captured her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. "Come on and get some more sleep. Our four year old will be waking us up soon" he said glancing at the clock. Brenda smiled.

Sometimes life really was a fairytale.

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Ok, so kinda weird… sorry! I hope you liked it! Please review and let me know! Crys, I'm sorry and I hope you liked it! Love you babe!