Pre-Beverly Hills Walshes- 1(Brenda)
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Authors Note: The characters, as you know belong to Aaron Spelling, but I always thought it would be interesting if we could have known what the Walsh family was like before they came to Beverly Hills. So here is my take on it. It's a work in progress, and my very first fanfic ever, but don't let that stop you from giving me your honest opinion. I also should note that it has been ages since I last saw an episode of BH90210, so I am mostly working from memory on what the characters are like. I hope you will enjoy. I will add new parts as I have the time. I like to post as soon as I write them, so I appologize in advance if I have alot of typos, etc.
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Part 1- Brenda
The view outside the window this day was like any other snowy day in Minnesota; you looked outside and you were blinded by the brightness of the snow if your eyes weren't ready for it. Brenda Walsh sighed and turned away from the window. On days like this she wished she could just live somewhere warm and sunny and she never had to look at snow again. A knock on her bedroom door called her away from her daydreams. "Come in." she called out.
The door opened to her twin brother Brandon who was wearing only a towel and was dripping water all over her floor.
"Brandon, your getting my floor all wet!" Brenda whined."What do you want?" She looked at her brother and noticed the anger in his eyes for the first time.
"Did you use my hair gel again and forget to put it back on the shelf?" Brandon said looking at her as if she was a disgusting piece of something stuck on his shoe.
"No, my dear sweet brother, I did not. Now get the hell out of my room." She spat out at him with a shove that pushed him into the hall. She slammed the door in his face. Damn, sometimes Brandon was so annoying.
She grapped a towel that was slung over the back of the chair at her desk and started to wipe up all the water off the floor, when the door opened and hit her in the head. "Ouch!"
"I just want you to know that I am sick and tired of you taking my things and acting like you are the queen of all and ignoring me whenever I don't have something that you need." Brandon said from above her.
" Well, I am sick of you accusing me of anything that comes to mind and for invading my privacy every chance you get." She said as she got up off of the floor.
"Speaking of invading privacy, why do you always think you have the right to come into my room whining to me whenever you get into a little arguement with one of your friends, or have done something really stupid and expect me to come bail you out before you get in trouble? Personally, I don't give a shit less about your stupid problems and your stupid life and I'm not your damn guardian angel or whatever you think I am." Brandon said shaking his head spraying her with drops of water from his hair.
"Thats it!" Brenda shouted. She was sick and tired of him acting like he was so superior and him getting her all wet really was the last straw. She took a step towards him with a evil look in her eyes and raised up her hand to slap him.
"What's going on you two?"
Brenda and her brother both turned towards the door to see thier mom standing in the doorway.
"Nothing." They both said immediately.
"Well, it looks like something to me, but who am I to say anything? I'm just your mom."
Brenda saw her mom smile one of those annoying smiles that she always did that meant I know more than you but you will have to figure it out on your own. Her mom replaced that smile with the here's some advice for you smiles. " I know its hard being cooped up in this house all day, but it is just a little spring fever. Try to think before you act or say something you don't mean." The last was said with a distinct look at Brenda. "Now Brandon, I think you should go get dressed and then go down to the basement and help your father find the christmas decorations."
Brenda rolled her eyes as she watched her mother go back down the hall and downstairs. Brandon gave her a grin and was out the door and down the hall to his bedroom before she could pick up where they let off.
Brenda closed her door and this time she clicked the lock, which was something she guessed she should have done in the first place. As she turned and picked up the towel that was still layign on the floor, she thought to herself how unfair it was that Brandon was always the Golden Boy and she was always the trouble maker and the one that just didn't seem to fit in. She threw the towel back onto the chair and went and sat on her bed. Sometimes, she thought, it doesn't seem as if anybody really likes me. Like I will never find anybody who understands me, who just likes me for me. She sighed and reached over to pick up her stuffed turtle that she had had since she was 5. He sure is worn and I really shouldn't keep him aroundbut he always seems to make me feel better, she thought as she hugged it to her chest.
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Authors Note: The characters, as you know belong to Aaron Spelling, but I always thought it would be interesting if we could have known what the Walsh family was like before they came to Beverly Hills. So here is my take on it. It's a work in progress, and my very first fanfic ever, but don't let that stop you from giving me your honest opinion. I also should note that it has been ages since I last saw an episode of BH90210, so I am mostly working from memory on what the characters are like. I hope you will enjoy. I will add new parts as I have the time. I like to post as soon as I write them, so I appologize in advance if I have alot of typos, etc.
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Part 1- Brenda
The view outside the window this day was like any other snowy day in Minnesota; you looked outside and you were blinded by the brightness of the snow if your eyes weren't ready for it. Brenda Walsh sighed and turned away from the window. On days like this she wished she could just live somewhere warm and sunny and she never had to look at snow again. A knock on her bedroom door called her away from her daydreams. "Come in." she called out.
The door opened to her twin brother Brandon who was wearing only a towel and was dripping water all over her floor.
"Brandon, your getting my floor all wet!" Brenda whined."What do you want?" She looked at her brother and noticed the anger in his eyes for the first time.
"Did you use my hair gel again and forget to put it back on the shelf?" Brandon said looking at her as if she was a disgusting piece of something stuck on his shoe.
"No, my dear sweet brother, I did not. Now get the hell out of my room." She spat out at him with a shove that pushed him into the hall. She slammed the door in his face. Damn, sometimes Brandon was so annoying.
She grapped a towel that was slung over the back of the chair at her desk and started to wipe up all the water off the floor, when the door opened and hit her in the head. "Ouch!"
"I just want you to know that I am sick and tired of you taking my things and acting like you are the queen of all and ignoring me whenever I don't have something that you need." Brandon said from above her.
" Well, I am sick of you accusing me of anything that comes to mind and for invading my privacy every chance you get." She said as she got up off of the floor.
"Speaking of invading privacy, why do you always think you have the right to come into my room whining to me whenever you get into a little arguement with one of your friends, or have done something really stupid and expect me to come bail you out before you get in trouble? Personally, I don't give a shit less about your stupid problems and your stupid life and I'm not your damn guardian angel or whatever you think I am." Brandon said shaking his head spraying her with drops of water from his hair.
"Thats it!" Brenda shouted. She was sick and tired of him acting like he was so superior and him getting her all wet really was the last straw. She took a step towards him with a evil look in her eyes and raised up her hand to slap him.
"What's going on you two?"
Brenda and her brother both turned towards the door to see thier mom standing in the doorway.
"Nothing." They both said immediately.
"Well, it looks like something to me, but who am I to say anything? I'm just your mom."
Brenda saw her mom smile one of those annoying smiles that she always did that meant I know more than you but you will have to figure it out on your own. Her mom replaced that smile with the here's some advice for you smiles. " I know its hard being cooped up in this house all day, but it is just a little spring fever. Try to think before you act or say something you don't mean." The last was said with a distinct look at Brenda. "Now Brandon, I think you should go get dressed and then go down to the basement and help your father find the christmas decorations."
Brenda rolled her eyes as she watched her mother go back down the hall and downstairs. Brandon gave her a grin and was out the door and down the hall to his bedroom before she could pick up where they let off.
Brenda closed her door and this time she clicked the lock, which was something she guessed she should have done in the first place. As she turned and picked up the towel that was still layign on the floor, she thought to herself how unfair it was that Brandon was always the Golden Boy and she was always the trouble maker and the one that just didn't seem to fit in. She threw the towel back onto the chair and went and sat on her bed. Sometimes, she thought, it doesn't seem as if anybody really likes me. Like I will never find anybody who understands me, who just likes me for me. She sighed and reached over to pick up her stuffed turtle that she had had since she was 5. He sure is worn and I really shouldn't keep him aroundbut he always seems to make me feel better, she thought as she hugged it to her chest.