Hey guys! Yes, I started another story without finishing my last one. Yes, I do plan to finish it. However I recently got into Beverly Hills 90210 and NEEDED to create a story about it.
The story takes place around around the time period of Season 3 during the whole Brenda/Dylan/Kelly fiasco. I'm changing certain aspects of the story however. For example David does not have a summer fling thingy with Nikki because he is my favorite character and I ship David/Donna too much. (Not saying it won't occur later) Because of that he plays a larger role in this story than he did in the season. Also, the story starts out with your typical couples, but I like to switch it up so there may be odd/different pairings as the story progresses. I am really proud of this story and put a lot of effort into it so I hope you enjoy it! :)
On to the story!
Pairings: Brandon/Andrea/Steve, Brenda/Dylan/Kelly, Donna/David
Just A Little Bit of Your Heart
I don't ever ask you where you've been.
And I don't feel the need to know who you're with.
Beverly Hills
Andrea sighed as she sat her clipboard down on an abandoned table at the beach. She had just finished working with the children enrolled in the summer camp program offered at the Beverly Hills Beach Club. Don't get the wrong idea: She loved her job. She just suspected that a specific someone would have been more excited when she announced she would be working with him for the summer. Trying to be conspicuous, she slowly brought her gaze over to the brunette with the beautiful blue eyes who was wearing his green uniform top and white shorts. Even though she wasn't surprised to see him talking to another girl, it didn't hurt any less. Brandon Walsh had her heart and he didn't even know it. No, that's not true. He had to know. Everyone in school knew. Yet she continued to keep letting him break her heart. Not that she blamed him. Brandon could get any girl he wanted. He had a great smile and a personality to match along with his own charm. And that's what bothered her the most. He could have her if he wanted her. Why didn't he want her? Andrea has had to suffer through Brandon going on dates with various girls who he claims are special after one meeting. Yet he has known her for two years and nothing. Why was she stuck in the friend zone? Of course she wasn't as pretty or outgoing as the girls he often dated, but she was smarter than the majority. Why didn't he want her? That question often surfaces when she is left alone to think.
"You're staring again," one of her good friends Steve said as he took a seat across from her.
"That obvious huh? I tried to make it not so noticeable," Andrea replied as she tore her gaze away from Brandon and brought her eyes towards her friend. Steve has been her crutch through her 'hidden feelings' about Brandon. Considering he was such close friends with Brandon he quickly caught on to her sneaky glances or blushed face whenever she spotted him. If only Brandon wasn't so oblivious.
"Why don't you just tell him Andrea? I've tried hinting to him, we all have, and he's just not catching on."
"He shouldn't need hints if it's as obvious as everyone says. Maybe he just doesn't like me that way Steve." Andrea brought her glaze down to her empty hands in her lap. The feeling tore her apart. Brandon didn't want her.
"Hey now. Don't think that. I think Brandon just enjoys the idea of having a girl as a friend and unfortunately you were designated that position. You just have to make him see you in a different light."
"I've been trying for two years. It's nearly impossible when he has a different date every week Steve."
As if on cue, Brandon Walsh came sauntering over to their table; a huge smile on his face. Andrea didn't have to ask to know he scored another date for the night, so she wasn't going to. "Hey guys! What's going on?" Brandon spoke as he stood behind Andrea and placed his hands on her shoulders as he began massaging them. Part of Andrea wanted him to stop with these gestures if nothing was ever going to come from them, but an even larger part liked his touch.
"Not much. Just chilling with my girl Andrea here on the beach," Steve replied as he shot his friend a wink from across the table. Just like every other hint, Brandon missed this one too. He removed his hands from her shoulders to sit at the seat between the two and she found herself missing his touch. "Hey man. I was wondering if you were free tonight." Andrea knew what Steve was doing and she was thankful. She was tired of seeming like a jealous ex-girlfriend every time she asked Brandon what his plans were. He doesn't belong to her. Never has, and in her mind, never will.
"Ahh man you know I would love to, but I have a date tonight. Her name is Natalie. Andrea you may know her! She's the sister of one of the children in your camp."
"No. Sorry I don't think I do. But I have to go. I will see you tomorrow?"
"Andrea I can still take you home. It's no problem."
"No. Steve can do it can't you?" She shot him a pleading glare, which unlike Brandon, he caught on to the meaning of.
"Yeah. It's no problem. Take the extra time to get ready for your date man."
"Seriously? You guys are the best. I love you!" With that he quickly rose from his chair and sprinted off towards his car, wasting no time. Yeah, but if only you loved me the same way I loved you.
I can't even think straight.
But I can tell.
That you were just with her.
And I'll still be a fool.
I'm a fool for you.
Paris
Brenda was receiving bad vibes as she walked down the streets of Paris with one of her best friends Donna. For the first few days of their trip she was enjoying herself. It wasn't until recently when she began having doubts. She made a deal with Donna that neither one would call their boyfriend until they felt it was absolutely necessary. They wanted to enjoy their girl time. Originally Brenda thought it would be her who caved first, but in actuality it was Donna. She had insisted that she needed to call David after they ran into an elderly man on the street who had just lost his wife. Even with Brenda reassuring her he was doing fine, Donna had insisted claiming 'she needed to hear it from him.' Not wanting to spend the remainder of their 6 week trip with Donna in sorrow she agreed. She immediately regretted it.
Everything went fine for Donna. David had picked up after 3 rings, signifying he was waiting by the phone for her. She tuned out most of their conversation, thinking about how she didn't realize how serious their relationship was. Donna was dating David Silver of all people. Up until the death of his friend Scott, Brenda didn't take David seriously. He was always acting so childish and immature. Granted he was only a freshman when she met him and was younger than the rest of her friends she made in Beverly Hills. Scott's death however is what matured David, and even though she felt guilty for saying it, is what brought David and Donna closer. Their relationship was questionable at first, but now she sees how happy David makes her best friend by just by talking on the phone to her.
She hadn't realized Donna had ended their conversation until she spoke directly to her. "You were right. He's doing fine." She noticed Donna's eyes light up. "Your turn to call Dylan."
Seeing the way Donna acted about David; Brenda felt she didn't need to contain her excitement. He was her boyfriend. It was natural to miss him. And they've been together longer than Donna and David. She quickly punched his number into the pay phone and expected him to pick up by the third ring like her friend's boyfriend.
One ring. No answer.
That's fine. She didn't expect him to pick up on the first ring. He needed time to compose himself and get to the phone.
Two rings. No answer.
Still nothing to worry about. David hadn't picked up until the third ring.
Three rings. No answer.
Maybe David had just happened to be closer to the phone.
Four rings. Five rings. Six rings.
Maybe he was out at the beach. Yeah, that had to be it. Dylan had more friends than David and was probably out with her brother and Steve right now.
No more rings. Still no answer.
Trying to compose herself she hung up the phone and flattened her shirt.
"No answer," she spoke softly as she turned to look at her friend Donna.
"Oh." There was silence for a moment. "I can call David again and ask if he knows where Dylan is."
Brenda doesn't know why this upset or caused her to flip, but the comment struck a nerve. "No. That's fine. Dylan has friends. He doesn't have time to sit around waiting for me to call all day like David." As soon as she spoke the words she regretted them. She knew that was a soft spot for Donna.
"Really Brenda? I would have expected that from Kelly. Not you. I thought you were beginning to accept him. He's really not that bad and he makes me happy. That should be enough." Donna looked away from her friend to wipe some tears from her eyes. "Let's just head back to the room okay? We can try again later."
"Donna, I'm sorry," she spoke as she began following her friend back to their room.
That led to the moment where they are now. The silent walk made Brenda's mind wander to Dylan and she hated it. She wanted to believe that he was with her brother and Steve but a tiny part of her kept thinking back to Mexico. What if he was with another girl? Brenda couldn't bare the thought so she tried to get her mind to think about anyone or anything else. Brandon. Her mind eased at this. She never truly apologized to her brother for getting him involved with her Mexico lie. He was always there for her and she has been treating him like shit lately. Was she really that bad of a person? Just this summer she has upset her parents, her brother, Dylan, and Donna. She sighed.
"Are you okay?" Donna asked as they reached their destination. "You were quiet."
"I'm really sorry Donna. I didn't mean to degrade David. I know how much he means to you and your happiness is important." She received a smile from her friend. "I was just upset about Dylan."
"It's fine Brenda. I understand. And like you said; He's probably out with your brother and Steve." The conversation was dropped.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart
Is all I want.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit is all I'm asking for.
Beverly Hills
"Who was that?" Kelly asked as she walked into the living room she now shared with her brother David Silver.
"Donna," he spoke simply with a smile on his face. She should have figured. Who else would be calling their house and insist on talking to David rather than her? Donna could do so much better. David was, well to put it nicely, David. "You heading to the beach?" He asked as he eyed her attire. She had on the shortest jean shorts in her wardrobe along with a pink tank top.
"What gave you that idea brother dearest?" She questioned: sarcasm evident in her voice. David rolled his eyes in response to Kelly before returning to whatever summer work he was doing. He was trying to graduate early. Kelly admired him for that. Wait, what was she thinking? She crossed the living room stopping to stand behind his chair and peered over his shoulder at his work. "The answer is 51." David jumped at her response, not realizing she had moved to stand behind him. He peered up at her, gave her a small smile, and then returned to his work. She knew what she was about to do, and she knew she would regret it. "It's Saturday. You shouldn't be stuck inside working on math. Want a lift to the beach?" The question took him by surprise. "You could use a break from school and we could both use a break from the baby."
"Uh yeah. Sure. Thanks. Let me get changed."
The ride was silent. David spent it reading some book from his summer English class and Kelly spent it thinking about her best friend Brenda and her boyfriend Dylan. She knew the two loved each other. All they have been through in the past two years have proved that. Recently, however, it seemed as though the two were growing apart. That opening was what Kelly needed. It wasn't her intention when she decided to stay home from Paris, but the opportunity presented itself and she was going to take it. She had liked Dylan long before Brenda came along. And Brenda had Brandon. Who needed a boyfriend when you had him as a brother? She had... She looked to the younger boy in the passenger seat, David. Imagine telling him all of your problems. It just wasn't going to happen.
"Thanks for the ride," David finally spoke up as the new siblings reached their destination. He noticed she was in deep thought and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Are you okay? I was obsessed with you for years before we became siblings so I know your cues. Don't lie to me." Remember what she just thought? Yeah. Not going to happen.
"I'm fine David. Now go do whatever it is you do." She waited until she heard his door slam shut before she shut off the engine. Taking a moment to compose herself, she noticed Dylan's car in the parking lot and a smile formed on her face. "Now's your chance Kelly."
The beach wasn't too crowded so it wasn't hard for her to spot Dylan. He was standing in line for the beach volleyball tournament that would be occurring this summer. Adjusting herself she made her way over to him earning confused looks from the girls behind her and seductive looks from the guys. She was hot and she knew it. "Hey Dylan," she spoke as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair. "Have a partner?"
"Hey Kel. And nah. Do you?" She seductively shook her head no drawing attention to her lips by licking them.
"Want to be partners?" To no surprise Dylan accepted her offer and put his arm around her shoulders pulling her close. She let out a giggle. He loved Brenda, but there was something about the blonde throwing herself at him that he couldn't resist. With Brenda it was always the same routine. He wanted some adventure. Kelly could offer that. Ever since their pregnancy scare, he and Brenda haven't been having sex. He had needs. Kelly would fulfill them.
From his spot in their cabana David cautiously eyed his sister and Brenda's boyfriend. He had been trying to work on his music, but his attention was drawn away from it when he spotted them across the beach. They were friends and hadn't done anything wrong, yet he still received a weird vibe radiating off the two. Snap out of it David. Kelly wouldn't do that. Dylan loves Brenda. Finally convincing himself everything was alright and it was none of his business he turned back to his music. Then the phone rang.
"Hello?" He let out a small laugh when he heard Brenda not so subtlety saying how he broke a record and answered on the first ring in the background. "Hey Donna. I just talked to you not too long ago. I'm still doing fine. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah David everything's fine. I was just calling to see if you have seen Dylan around. He didn't answer when Brenda called." David brought his focus to the boyfriend in question standing too closely to his blonde companion.
He cleared his throat before answering. Not your business David. "Uhh yeah. I'm actually looking at him right now. I'm in our cabana and he's on the beach. Want me to get him?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. He assumed it was because Donna was relaying the question to Brenda.
"No. That's okay. I was just curious where he was." It wasn't Donna who spoke this time but Brenda. "And David can you do me a favor?" He nodded until he realized she couldn't see him.
"Of course Brenda. Anything. What is it?"
"I've been having strange vibes about Dylan lately. Can you keep your eyes open for me and let me know if you notice anything strange or weird about him? I mean you don't have to spy or anything. Just let me know if you see anything? I would ask Kelly but she's not a neutral source. I think she would lie if it meant protecting my feelings. Sorry I'm rambling. David you still there?"
He let out a sigh as his gaze once again returned to Dylan and Kelly. It's not your business. It's not your business.
"David?"
"Uhh yeah. Of course Brenda. You can count on me."
"Thanks David! I appreciate it! Donna's lucky to have you." With that, she hung up.
"Damn it David. You made it your business."
I don't ever tell you how I really feel
'Cause I can't find the words to
Say what I mean.
"Stay where I can see you!" Andrea shouted to the children she was supervising as she made her way to a lounge chair on the beach. She had taken the kids to the playground and unlike herself, they were enjoying it. She had been going out of her way to avoid Brandon today so she kept glancing over her shoulder to see if he was anywhere near. So far so good. She didn't want to hear about how great his date went last night. She doesn't think her heart could take anymore agony. She was met with disappointment when one of the children, Randy, called his name catching his attention.
"Hey buddy!" He replied as he jogged towards where the child was playing. "How are you?" He asked as the young boy tossed him the basketball; Brandon catching it with ease. Andrea blocked out their conversation, concentrating on how the boy knew Brandon. Then it hit her. Yesterday he said his date had a sibling in her club. That must be Randy.
"Andrea?" She looked over to the young boy who was standing next to Brandon. He had one hand wrapped around the basketball and the other was holding Brandon's hand. "Brandon has his break and he offered to take me to the basketball courts so we could play. Can I go?"
Andrea eyed Brandon skeptically. She knew he enjoyed children and worked well with them however she had this instinct that he was only talking to the child to build his relationship with Natalie. Considering her feelings for him, she wasn't going to help him accomplish that goal. "Sorry Randy but I need you to stay with the rest of the group." For a moment she wanted to retract her answer when she saw the hurt in the boy's eyes, but she stood firm and didn't allow herself to change her mind.
"But Andrea!" The boy whined as he released his grip on Brandon's hand and made his way over to her. "It's just Brandon."
"I said no." She replied sternly not standing down. "Now go play with the other kids. I need to talk to Brandon alone." She motioned her arms forward signaling for Brandon to follow her. She lead him over to an isolated swing set that was far enough to not be heard if they raised their voices a little but still close enough to watch the children. She took a seat on one of the swings motioning for Brandon to take the one next to her. He denied and made his way behind her placing his hands briefly on her shoulders before giving her a slight push. "What were you trying back there Brandon?"
"What was I trying back there? What were you trying back there?" He raised his voice and when he noticed everyone was staring he grabbed ahold of Andrea's swing, stopping its momentum. He leaned in close and Andrea felt her heart beat speed up. "I was just trying to play with the kids. You let me do it all the time. Why was this time any different? What's going on?"
She wanted to shout at him. She wanted to scold him for being so clueless. She wanted to confess her feelings for him right then and there but she gained control of herself. Get real Andrea. She couldn't tell him the truth: that she denied the child fun because she didn't want Brandon getting in the good graces of his sister. That was silly. She needed an excuse. And fast. "It's just been a rough day. I'm sorry for taking it out on you and the kid."
Brandon seemed to accept this as an answer and she found herself feeling cold when he vacated the spot behind her to sit down on the swing beside her. "Want to talk about?"
Yes, she thought to herself. However the word "No" left her lips. She wanted to tell him her feelings. That wasn't the part that made her nervous. The aftermath is what worried her. What if her insecurities were right and he didn't like her? Would their friendship be ruined? Would she still be able to talk to him? She didn't want to lose her best friend.
"How about this?" She looked over to see Brandon flashing his heart melting smile. She did all she could to fight her urge to return the gesture, but she found herself failing when a smile of her own graced her lips. "I challenge you to a jumping contest. Whoever jumps off of the swing first loses. If I win I get to take Randy to the basketball courts. If you win you get a free shot at me." When she seemed hesitant in taking the deal he added "Anywhere you want."
"Anywhere?" She sweetly questioned as her lips turned into another smile.
"Anywhere, Chief."
"You're on Ace."
One moment Andrea and Brandon were sitting on separate swings and in the next they were laying on the ground beside each other looking deep in into the other's eyes. Brandon was sprawled across the ground on his back while Andrea's leg was intertwined with his and one of his arms was stuck under her body. From their position it was hard to tell who jumped first and quite frankly Andrea didn't care. Thinking that this was her perfect opportunity Andrea leaned in.
"Brandon?" She pulled back when she heard the voice call his name. She looked up to see a beautiful brunette who had her hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. She was wearing running shorts with an old Nirvana T-shirt.
"Natalie. Hey!" Brandon replied as he maneuvered himself free, jogging over to join her. "You know Andrea right? We were just having a contest. Which I won by the way." As he said this she made her way to her feet and walked over to join the happy couple; her heart breaking with every step.
"Yeah. I know her." Natalie said this with venom in her voice. She had heard the gossip about her feelings for Brandon, but according to everyone she asked he didn't reciprocate them. "Anyway, since we're here are you up for a movie tonight?"
"Yeah. Of course! Pick you up at 8?"
"Sounds great." Natalie pecked Brandon on the lips but not before winking at grinning at Andrea before she jogged off.
Brandon turned to face her running his hands through his hair. "So uhh. I should get back to work. But I'm holding you to that bet!" He then ran off in the same direction as Natalie.
"Quite the encounter huh?" Andrea turned to her left to come face to face with Steve. "I know somebody enjoyed that."
"Shut up Steve," she said as she blushed. "It wasn't like that. Now come on kids! Let's head to the water!"
And nothing's ever easy.
That's what they say.
I know I'm not your only.
But I'll still be a fool.
'Cause I'm a fool for you.
Paris
"Brenda it's been three weeks. Don't you think David would have noticed by now if Dylan was acting suspicious?" Donna asked her best friend as she admired herself in the mirror wearing a new yellow sundress. "I think you have called him more than I have."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry Donna. The feeling has just been getting worse. You don't think he would cover for him do you?" The two friends had just gotten back to their room after a long day of shopping, however Brenda was too upset to try anything on she just bought. She sat alone on her bed, the phone in her lap.
"What reason would David have to cover for Dylan?" Donna had removed the yellow dress and replaced it with a blue one. "Which color is better?" She asked as she twirled.
"The yellow one. And I don't know. I'm just nervous." Brenda picked the phone up again, dialing the number of her best friend's cabana. "Kelly?"
"Uh hey Brenda! How's Paris?"
Maybe it was because Brenda was in a frantic state of mind, but Kelly sounded nervous on the phone. "It's great! I wish you could be here with us! How is everything back home?"
"Oh you know," she trailed off having to bit her lip to prevent the moan from escaping her lips. Dylan was currently sitting beside her on the couch trailing kisses down her neck. She smacked him in the leg signaling for him to stop. "It's the same old. Dealing with the baby and David and all. I can't wait for you guys to get back for some girl time." Lie. "Spending all summer with the guys has been so boring." Another lie.
"Speaking of the guys how are they?"
"They're doing fine." The last word came out as a squeal because Dylan squeezed her thigh. "Brandon's been working and Steve is Steve." She paused before continuing. "And Dylan misses you." Another lie.
"Tell him I miss and love him too. Well I have to go but I will call you later okay?" With that Brenda hung up the phone.
"So this one huh?" Donna was oblivious that Brenda had made a call and was changed back into the yellow dress.
"Yeah. Donna. It's nice." After her conversation with Kelly, Brenda felt better. She knew there was no reason to worry. Dylan loved her and she loved him. She needed to stop worrying and enjoy her time in Paris. "What do you think I should wear?" Brenda asked finally feeling up to trying on her new wardrobe.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart
Is all I want.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit is all I'm asking for.
Beverly Hills
"Dylan I," but Kelly was interrupted by Dylan's lips crashing onto hers. Did it make her a bitch because she was enjoying it and didn't want him to stop? She brought her hands up to his hair and began running her fingers roughly through it, eliciting a moan from Dylan. She could feel his hands on her chest, under her shirt. His lips moved from hers to her neck and he began kissing her softly. His hands found their way to the hem of her shirt and she helped him to remove the garment. "Dylan," she moaned as he bit her ear. "We are in the cabana. What if someone hears us or walks in?"
"That won't happen," he whispered between kisses. "God damn you're beautiful Kelly. I want all of you." And she wanted him too. That's why she allowed Brenda to move to the back of her mind as his hands began fumbling with the clip on her bra. Once it was removed Dylan's kisses spread all over her body his hands planted firmly on her breasts.
"Your turn," she moaned as she seductively unzipped his jeans. Dylan took the hint and stepped out of them.
"Damn Kelly," he whispered as he positioned her on top of him. "We should have done this ages ago." Kelly began placing kisses randomly on his chest before she made her way back to his lips.
"Hey uh. I forgot my music..." David froze at the sight before him. Not out of shock, but out of anger. Really he blamed himself. He should have seen it coming. He saw the signs, but kept trying to deny them. He should have told Brenda his suspicions during at least one of their many phone calls throughout the last 3 weeks. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to be the one to break her heart. Now it looks like he did anyway. "What the hell?" He spoke with a slightly raised voice through gritted teeth.
Kelly avoided his gaze as she reached for her shirt and put it back on. The bad thing about this situation? Being shirtless in front of her brother was the least awkward thing about it. "David, I, we were just," she was interrupted by David.
"I don't want to hear it Kelly." He let his gaze shift towards Dylan who shifted uncomfortably under the young man's glare. "And you. Get out." He pointed towards the door of the cabana but kept his eyes on Dylan as he slowly got to his feet and left the cabana without looking back.
"David. Don't tell Brenda," Kelly pleaded as she curled up into a ball on the couch, tears slowly starting to form in her eyes.
"Don't tell Brenda! Don't tell Brenda?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was his sister really that clueless? "Give me one good reason."
Kelly's response was mumbled so David had to strain to hear it. "Because it would break her heart."
David scoffed. "Well you should have thought about that before you did it."
"She's my best friend David. I don't want to lose her. Think about how you felt when you lost Scott."
This ignited even more of a fire inside of him. "Are you really comparing this this to when I lost Scott? Scott killed himself! He's dead! I didn't choose to lose him. You slept with your best friend's boyfriend. You had a choice!" David tried hard to prevent the tears from falling, but to no avail. For a moment, when looking at how hurt Kelly was, he thought about not telling Brenda. Kelly was his sister after all. He should have felt bad for her, but he didn't. She made her bed and now she would have to lay in it. "Just leave, please."
David expected her to put up more of a fight so he was surprised when she begrudgingly stood up and silently, other than the slamming door behind her, left the room. He immediately let his eyes fall to the phone. He had to make the call now or he would never do it. Either he or Kelly would convince him otherwise.
Before he realized he had even dialed the familiar number he heard her voice. "Uhh, hey Brenda." He tried to sound casual as to not alarm her, but he failed. His voice come out un-David like: raspy from the tears and cracked with anger. "There's something I need to tell you."
So I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Don't forget to comment because it inspires me to write and upload faster! Some chapters are already written, but I will wait to see the interest in the story before I upload them.
Also, I am thinking about revamping my page and deleting all of the stories I started like 6 years ago and never finished haha! So do me a favor and check them out: letting me know which ones you think I should try to pick back up!