Hey guys! I would like to start by thanking the people who Favorited/Followed & especially commented on the first chapter! You guys rock! :)

I also want to explain the timeline, because I understand it can get hard to follow.

1. The first chapter took place in a span of 3 weeks (I wanted to quickly make it through the storyline from the season and get into my original work).

2. The two storylines are occuring at the same time.

3. There is a time difference between Beverly Hills & Paris so if the times seem inconsistent I apologize.

Anyway...On to Chapter 2!

Sorry for the wait!

Cry Me a River

You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no

Beverly Hills

"Andrea. You've barely touched your dinner. What's wrong?" Honestly, Steve already knew what was wrong. Everyone knew what was wrong. He just didn't know what else to say. He didn't have to follow her gaze to know who she was looking at, but somehow he found himself also staring at Brandon Walsh. He was sitting at a beach table not too far from the one he was currently occupying with Andrea. His lips were glued to Natalie's while his arms trailed her back. Steve couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for Andrea's pain. She had come to him several times over the last three weeks asking for advice and every time he gave her the same answer: It wouldn't last. He knew better than anyone about Brandon's dating history, and honestly he thought the couple would have been broken up by now. His intention wasn't to give his friend false hope. That's the last thing he wanted. He knew first-hand how that felt. Shitty. His relationship with Kelly being a prime example. Having seen enough of the make out session he returned his gaze to the girl sitting across from him. She was a mess. Andrea was usually all smiles and full of laughter. Lately, however that aspect of her has been slowly diminishing, with no signs of returning. He would do anything to see her smile again. "Want me to throw my potato at him?"

A hint of a smile formed on Andrea's face; but just as soon as it appeared, it was gone. She knew she should move on. Stop pouting over a guy who didn't want her. But Brandon wasn't just a guy. He was her best friend that she just so happened to be in love with. And it hurt like hell. In her eyes; he could do no wrong. She was the one at fault for falling in love with him. Catching Natalie's eye she quickly tore her gaze away from the couple, turning to face Steve. "No. Not at Brandon, but Natalie maybe." She let her lips turn upward into a smile for another brief moment before regaining her neutral composure. There she goes again; never blaming Brandon.

"What can I do to make it better?" And that question is what caused Andrea to break down, because she knew the answer was nothing. She also knew how much of a pain she was to be around lately, which made her even more upset. Before her is a friend willing to do anything to make her happy and she isn't letting him do it. She's too worried about the guy tearing down the wall to allow the one in who wants to fix it. "Hey, come here," Steve spoke as he reached out for his friend, pulling her in for a warm embrace in the process. He allowed Andrea to rest her head on his shoulders while the tears flowed. He knew people were staring, and trying to prevent Andrea from the embarrassment, he slowly helped her up and together they made their way to his cabana on the beach. "Drink this," he demanded as he handed her a bottle of water he grabbed from the fridge.

"Thank you, Steve. You're a great friend." As she gulped down the water there was a knock on the door and then Brandon Walsh stepped inside. Damn it, Steve thought. I just got her to stop crying. So he quickly ushered his best friend back outside before softly closing the door behind them.

"Is she okay?" Brandon asked; concern evident in his voice. He tried to push his way past Steve to make it back inside, but Steve overpowered him and held him back. "Damn it Steve! Let me talk to her! What did you do!"

"What did I do? What did I do! You seriously have the nerve to ask me that right now? I have it under control. Just go back to sucking face with Natalie."

Brandon spoke in a lower tone this time. "What? Is that what this," but before he could finish the door to the cabana swung open and Andrea stepped outside. "Andrea," Brandon whispered when he spotted her red puffy eyes.

"It's okay Steve. Can I talk to him?" When it appeared as though Steve was not going to leave she added "alone" hoping he would catch on. He did.

"Fine, but make it quick. This is my cabana." Andrea held the door open ushering Brandon inside. He took a seat on the couch hoping Andrea would join him, but she didn't. She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the room, avoiding eye contact with him in the process.

"What's wrong Andrea? Did I do this? Is this my fault?" Brandon couldn't help but feel guilty for her emotions. He knew she had feelings for him. He was not as oblivious as everyone thought. It was just easier to go along with it than admit his feelings. Or lack of feelings rather. That was before he realized how much of a toll his actions were taking on his best friend. He wanted to prevent breaking her heart, but by trying to protect her, he hurt her even more. What he was doing wasn't fair to Andrea and he knew that. "Talk to me please."

"You're so selfish, Brandon. Assuming I am upset because of something you did. Because of you. My life revolves around more than just you, you know." This took both Andrea and Brandon by surprise. Neither were expecting those words to be spoken: Andrea because she knew they weren't true and Brandon because he wasn't expecting her to be so harsh. The words hit him hard, stinging his chest. But for some reason Andrea couldn't stop. "I'm tired of being the girl known as the hopeless loser who has a crush on Mr. Popularity." The tears once again began falling from Andrea's eyes.

"You're not a loser," Brandon spoke softly making his way over to his best friend. He made his way to the back of her chair and wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders. "You're not a loser," he repeated; more firm this time. "Shhh. Don't cry." He rested his chin in the hook of her neck allowing Andrea to run her fingers through his hair.

"Thank you Brandon."

"Don't thank me. It's my fault you're upset in the first place."

"Sure, but you are always there to pick up the pieces." And that, Andrea thought, was the problem with her relationship with Brandon Walsh. Every time they fought he would come running back and apologize with his perfect smile and everything was okay again. It was unhealthy how much she relied and needed him in her life. "Look. I think Steve is growing antsy because we are taking too long in his cabana. So how about we head on out of here and go to your place for a movie night?"

"I, uh, kind of had plans with Natalie for tonight," but when he saw the disappointment etched on her face he added "but I can cancel them for you."

"No, go on. Don't cancel your plans for me. I will just chill with Steve. Go, have fun."

"You sure about that Andrea?"

No. She wanted him there with her, to hold her in his arms. "Yeah."

"Alright. Love you Chief." On his way out she heard him shout to Steve to take care of her.

How ironic.

You don't have to say

What you did

I already know I found out from him

Now there's just no chance

For you and me

There'll never be and don't it make you sad about it

Paris

"David what are you talking about? Do you realize what time it is here in Paris? You sound upset. Do you want Donna on the phone?" By the tone of David's voice, Brenda knew something was wrong and for a moment she forgot about the mission she set him out to do. All her mind was focused on was how she would deliver the bad news to Donna. She didn't realize David was on the other line struggling to deliver the bad news to her.

"No! Don't get Donna. I mean not that I don't want to talk to her, because I do, it's just that it's late and I know she's in bed and I'm rambling. I'm sorry." David was thankful that Brenda couldn't feel his sweaty palms or feel his heart beat through the phone. Or maybe she could? Stop it David you're being paranoid. Just tell her what you saw. You would want to know if you were in her shoes.

"David, are you okay?" Brenda asked again because she wanted to make sure he was still there and she didn't know what else to say. She looked over to the sleeping Donna beside her and debated on whether to wake her and hand the phone off to her. In the end she decided against it because the one clear thing she understood about their phone call so far was that he did not want to talk to Donna.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just…listen. Are you alone?" He knew he was coming off suspicious, but he didn't know how else to ask the question. He knew she would be upset so he didn't want to break the news to her in a crowd full of people. He wasn't that guy.

"Donna's next to me asleep. Listen David, you're freaking me out. Can you just tell me what you wanted to tell me? Did you cheat on Donna?" And that's when her heart stopped and she remembered their agreement. She tried hard to fight back the tears that were already threatening to fall. She clasped her hands over her mouth to subdue the screeching sound that escaped her throat. "Who was it David?"

David was hesitant to answer. He hadn't thought this through. He picked up the phone and called based off instinct. He still hadn't made the decision on whether he would turn on his sister or not. He wondered if it was too late to turn back and just hang up the phone?

"Who was she David?" Brenda raised her voice this time and David received the answer to his question: Yes it was too late to turn back now. He heard Brenda mumble an apology to Donna, which he assumed was for waking her. Brenda was slowly crumbling inside. She felt bad for taking her anger out on David. He didn't do anything wrong. He was just doing what she asked of him. "Listen David, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on you."

"Don't apologize to me yet." David had finally made his decision. He knew that if he lied to Brenda, he would lose her if she eventually found out the truth but if he didn't protect his sister he would lose her. Either way he was losing someone important in his life. He needed to base his decision on what would cause him to lose the least of himself. "It was Kelly." The line was silent on the other end and David didn't know if Brenda had hung up in frustration or was silent from the shock. He felt relieved to have the burden off of his chest, however he still couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. I mean the girl was his sister. She was around all the time. He could have prevented it. Willing to take a chance he spoke softly, "Brenda?"

"Thank you David. I know how hard this decision must have been for you to make and I appreciate the honesty. You're a great guy and Donna is lucky to have you. Can you do me one last favor?"

"Yeah. Anything."

"Tell your sister and Dylan that I said Fuck you." With that Brenda hung up the phone and both she and David were left with their own tears.

…..

"Brenda are you okay?" Donna asked not fully recuperated from her slumber. "Was that David? Why are you crying? Oh no, he didn't have news did he?" Donna was aware that she was rambling, but she couldn't make the word vomit cease. She was worried about her friend. She knew Brenda and Dylan had their fair share of problems in the past, but she had never seen Brenda this upset over him before. This had to be serious. Something the couple could not come back from. When she finally forced herself to sit up she noticed that Brenda was rummaging through the room, packing all her belongings into her suitcase which was sprawled across her unmade bed. "Brenda you're scaring me."

"Just pack your bags. We're leaving." Brenda disappeared into the bathroom for a brief moment before reappearing with her hairdryer in her shaky hands. "Now Donna!" After realizing she had just exploded on her best friend she took a deep breath before sitting at the edge of Donna's bed. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"Just tell me what happened."

And so she did. She wasn't sure how much of the story Donna could understand through her muffled cries and tears, but she assumed she got the basic concept because Donna was now also crying.

"But…why?" Donna questioned as she slumped down on her bed, her head between her hands. "How could they do something like that?" Donna loved both Dylan and Kelly, but at the moment all she felt towards them was hatred. She wasn't even the one who had been cheated on and she still felt betrayed. Donna had always been one to remain neutral, the peacemaker you may say, when her best friends argued, but in this situation she found she couldn't do that. She was taking sides. Brenda's side to be exact. She tried to compose herself so she could be strong for the brunette sitting next to her. She quickly wiped away her tears with the sleeve of one of David's old hoodies before standing from the bed, beginning to quickly pack her things. "Just stay there Brenda. I will pack for the both of us."

"No, that's okay Donna. I want to leave here quickly and we both know how long you take to pack." Brenda gave her friend a hint of a smile before continuing packing her own things.

Your bridges were burned

And now it's you turn

To cry, cry me a river.

Beverly Hills

The next morning…

David was sleeping alone in the cabana when the phone rang. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been out for, but he figured it was a long time because the sun was beginning to rise. He had slept all night? Remembering what had occurred last night, he began to cry again. Was it because he was going to lose his sister? Or was it because he inadvertently broke one of his friend's hearts? Or did it have nothing to do with the situation at hand and just resulted from a buildup of emotions over the past year? He never properly allowed himself to grieve over Scott or his parent's divorce. It just felt that as soon things started to turn in his favor everything once again came crashing down around him. He could never catch a break. He debated not answering the phone, but decided against it because he thought it was probably Brenda calling him back. He composed himself. Making sure his voice was steady he answered the phone. "Hey look.."

"David thank god you are okay. I was worried when you didn't come home last night." He was surprised to hear Jackie's voice on the other end of the phone. "Look, Kelly came home super upset last night and she packed some bags and just took off without telling me where she was going. I thought that she would be back or would have at least called by now, but she hasn't. Do you have any idea what happened or where she may be going?" He could hear the worry in the young blonde's mother's voice. It reminded him of the tone his own mother used when he ran away from home when he was about seven, because his mother wouldn't let him eat dessert before dinner. Times were much simpler then.

He knew what happened but not where she may be going. "No, 'mam." He don't know why he decided to lie. Maybe it was because he didn't want to reveal to Jackie that he turned on his sister. He was feeling a lot of mixed emotions currently which lead him to a state of confusion. You would think he was the one who found out his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

"Well I'm going to go look for her. I'm going to drop Erin off at the cabana. I'm going to need you to babysit." Before he could refuse and state he was in no position to do so, Jackie hung up the phone. Great. He was stuck wallowing in his self-pity in the place that first started his wallowing. Realizing how much of a mess he looked, he decided to take a quick shower and change so he would look decent for Jackie and Erin. He didn't want to seem upset in front of her because she would then know he was aware of what occurred last night.

At least, David intended for the shower to be quick. He realized that he enjoyed the peacefulness of the water falling onto his skin and that it hid his tears. Be a man, he thought to himself. Stand by your decision. You made the right one. But if that is the case why did he feel so miserable? Why was he having so many doubts? He was brought out of his trance by a knocking on the door and Jackie screaming his name.

"In the shower! Give me ten minutes!" By the time he had finally forced himself to get out of the shower seven minutes had passed. He knew he shouldn't have kept Jackie waiting, but he didn't want her to see him this way. He quickly dried off and got dressed into a pair of sweatpants with a plain white t-shirt. "Hey baby sister," he spoke as he stepped out of the bathroom. Jackie let out a sigh of relief before handing the baby over to her older brother.

"Take good care of her David. And if you hear from Kelly will you please give me a call?"

"Of course Jackie." She pulled him in for a hug before quickly releasing it and closing the door quietly behind her. "She'll find your sister, Erin. Don't worry."

….

"She won't find me here Dylan," Kelly spoke as she began unpacking her suitcase. The two had decided to get away for a while and found themselves on the outskirts of Palm Springs in a raggedy two star hotel that barely had running water. Kelly figured her mother would check all the nice hotels in a relatively close distance so she thought switching it up would be better if she was trying to stay hidden. "Do you think David told Brenda?" Thinking to herself, she honestly had no idea what her brother would do. If it was her who discovered David cheating on Donna, she would keep her mouth shut to protect him. However, she was mentally stronger and had thicker skin than her brother. It was obvious from when she first met him as a freshman that he would do anything to fit in. He wanted people to like him. Kelly on the other hand didn't care. Or at least that is what she let people think. Dylan wrapped his arms around her before leading her to the edge of the bed.

"Honestly, I don't know. But I wouldn't be surprised if he did." If I was in his shoes, Dylan thought, I would. He knew this was a problem the two couldn't run away from, but he wasn't in the mood for arguing with Kelly when she insisted they leave. He felt like a coward. This situation needed to be faced head on. Next to him, he could make out quiet sobs coming from Kelly so he pulled her close to him in an attempt to comfort her.

"What do we do Dylan? What do we tell her?"

"The truth," he responded without thinking. He thought the answer was obvious, but apparently to Kelly the situation wasn't so black and white. He didn't know what else to do. They were caught by David, so if he already told Brenda the truth there was no point in wasting energy trying to deny it. Dylan was exhausted from wasting energy these days.

"We can't do that," Kelly mumbled into Dylan's shoulders. "She would believe us over David." Honestly, Kelly believed that. She and Dylan had a lot of history with Brenda, and even though it wasn't all good, they were her closest friends. Brenda only associated with David because of his relations to her and Donna. "Yeah," Kelly spoke in a more chipper tone. "It would be his word against ours and she would definitely take our side."

"Kelly," Dylan warned. He knew this scenario would only lead to more trouble after the truth was discovered. But that wasn't his biggest concern. He believed if he told the truth Brenda would be more willing to take him back. He enjoyed his fling with Kelly, but Brenda had his heart. He was so stupid for allowing them to get caught. They should have been more careful.

"What do you want her to hate us?"

"I'd hate us," Dylan mumbled so low that Kelly couldn't hear him. "Look, let's sleep on it and rethink our strategy in the morning. Does that sound good?" When he saw Kelly give a slight nod he let out a sigh of relief. "You can take the bed. I'll take the couch."

"Dylan," Kelly whined.

"Don't start Kelly. Just do it okay?"

"Fine," she grumbled before she gave Dylan a quick kiss on the lips and got under the covers, alone, hoping tomorrow would never have to come.

I know that they say

That some things are better left unsaid

It wasn't liked you only talked to him and you know it

All of these things people told me

Keep messing with my head

You should have picked honesty

Then you may not have blown it

Andrea was awaken by a crashing noise coming from the kitchen. Not sensing anything out of the ordinary immediately, she slowly got out bed before realizing she usually slept on a couch. Confused by her surroundings, Andrea looked down to see she was wearing a large white t-shirt along with black sweatpants that were at least two sizes too big. Sensing she got into some trouble last night, she quickly finished getting out of bed, and made her way downstairs toward the kitchen. On route she came to the realization she was inside Steve's home. We didn't did we?

"We didn't sleep together Andrea," Steve spoke from the kitchen. He was cleaning up glass from a cup he dropped earlier, the sound that awoke Andrea. He didn't have to turn around to know that is what his friend was thinking. She was always over thinking situations. She never let her mind rest and he wanted to give it a break. "I slept on the couch." Before Andrea could speak up about how he was lying he pointed towards the large sofa in the living room which was covered with several blankets and a few pillows. He knew her too well. "Are you hungry?"

Satisfied with Steve's story she nodded in delight before taking a seat at the dining table. "You can cook?"

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me Miss Zuckerman." He placed a plate of eggs and pancakes on the table in front of Andrea taking the seat across from her. Unsure of how to approach last night, he did what he does best: speak with no filter. "How are you feeling? Still upset over Brandon?"

Until Steve brought it up she had forgotten about her fight with Brandon. Guess that was a sign she was over it. But thinking back to it, her heart broke all over again. "Thanks for bringing it up Steve." She noticed Steve flinch at this before he brought his hands up to his face and ran them through his hair in frustration. Steve really was trying to improve on that. He didn't purposefully intend to sound like a jerk every time he opened his mouth, though that is what many believed about him. Probably because it was true. He was no good to anyone. "I know what you're thinking Steve. And stop it." Andrea gave him a small smile. "If you were a terrible person would you have helped me last night? I don't think so."

"That's right. I'm a great person. You're welcome."

"There's that Steve Sanders charm everyone loves so much." And they did, especially Andrea. Her relationship with Steve was an interesting one; they were complete opposites. Two people who should not mesh together, but did. She remembers at first hating Steve. She thought he had a terrible attitude and was a player. Turns out, Brandon has been with more girls than Steve and he is her best friend. Once she got to know him, however she came to realize he was just misunderstood. That there was more to him than the image he tried to portray. She will never understand why he just doesn't be himself. She likes the real Steve.

"It's Brandon. Shall I tell him you are here?" Andrea had been so absorbed in her thoughts she did not hear the phone ring. Be strong Andrea. You can do this.

"No. Don't tell him yet. Make him wait a little longer. I want him to suffer." Steve gave her an approving nod and she replied with a bright smile; one that has been missing from her face for a while. Plus, she thought to herself, I do not want my time with Steve to be cut short.

The damage is done

So I guess I be leaving.

The damage is done

So I guess I be leaving.

"Donna what are you doing here?" David spoke when he saw his girlfriend enter the cabana. It wasn't that he wasn't excited to see her, because he was. It was just that she wasn't due back for another two weeks. He didn't receive a response to his question however, because Donna just fell into his arms. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and held her close. They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity before they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. David looked over to see it was Brenda. She looked a mess. David's heart broke for hers. He could feel her pain by just looking into her bloodshot eyes. "Hey," he spoke softly as he removed his arms from Donna's waist and made his way over to Brenda, pulling her into a tight embrace. Brenda retuned the gesture wrapping her arms around his as well. She rested her head into his chest and let the tears fall. She wasn't sure how she had any more left. She's been crying since she heard the news two days ago. "Take a seat," he spoke as he led her over to the couch. He made his way over to the kitchen, prepared a glass of water, and handed it over to Brenda.

"Thank you," she spoke softly after chugging down half the glass. "Not just for the water, but for everything." He sat down next to her and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulders. He glanced over at Donna who was staring at Brenda with hurt in her own eyes. He wasn't the only one feeling her pain.

"Have you been home yet?" David asked to no one in particular. He just wanted some answers.

"No," Donna spoke sitting on the other side of David. "We didn't know what we would say to our parents about being back so early. We were sort of wondering if we could stay here for a while until Brenda built up the courage to explain the situation to Brandon or her parents."

"Is that really the best idea Donna? I mean, this is Kelly's cabana too."

"We know, but it's the only option we have right now."

Still not thinking it was a good idea David sighed. He agreed to it however because he saw how hurt Brenda was and he wanted to help his friend. "I'll stay here too. I will just tell Jackie I'm busy with my music and don't want to disturb everyone."

"Thanks babe." Donna gave David a quick kiss before standing up. "I'm going to get our bags from the trunk. Keep an eye on Brenda." His gaze followed Donna as she left the cabana and then immediately shifted down towards Brenda who still had her head in his chest.

"I meant what I said David. Thank you." Her voice seemed stronger than before and she finally brought her gaze up to meet his.

"You shouldn't be thanking me Brenda. I'm the reason for your pain."

"What? David no you're not. I'm thankful you told me. It's not your fault the two people I considered myself closest to betrayed me." David winced at her words. He knew the venom in her words wasn't directed towards him, but it was directed towards his sister who he betrayed. He couldn't help but let his mind drift towards her and where she was hiding. Jackie had called to let David know she heard from her, but that is all the information she gave him. Kelly probably told her to keep it brief. And he didn't blame her. For hating him that is. He did blame her for her actions and then trying to run from them. They could work this out. Brenda, Kelly, and Dylan always did. "David, are you listening?"

He was broken from his trance and rather than responding to Brenda's question he asked one of his own. "If it was Brandon would you have told?" He wanted to know if he did the right thing. No he needed to know. He needed someone to confirm that his actions were the correct one before he drove himself crazy internally debating with himself over it.

Shocked from his question Brenda took a minute to formulate her answer. Honestly, she had no idea what she would do if in David's position. Part of her wanted to say yes, but a larger portion wanted to say no. She compromised. "David, my relationship with Brandon is different than yours with Kelly's. We have been together since birth. He's always protected and looked out for me when I did stupid things in the past. You and Kelly have only recently become siblings and for half of that time she has acted like she didn't want to be related to you. Understand? Basically I can't give you an honest answer. I guess it depends on who the person was I would be hurting if I didn't tell."

David did understand. Her answer didn't confirm his suspicions and he let out a sigh. He needed to call Kelly. If only he knew where she was.

"I'm going to put our bags into the bedroom. Thanks for letting us stay here," Donna spoke placing a soft kiss on the lips of her boyfriend.

"Yeah," he spoke softly, internally knowing only trouble can come from this situation.

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