Pre-Beverly Hills Walshes- 1(Brandon)
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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. Be sure to check out Part 1 (Brenda) by clicking on my name. Part 2 is kind of short and it has taken me forever to get back on here and post it, but I should have part 3 up within the week. And noooo it's not what you think, this isn't about them moving to California.
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Part 2- Brandon
Brandon hurried down the stairs into the basement where his dad was looking for the Christmas decorations. Man, he thought, this sure will be a shitty Christmas with Brenda acting up again. The basement smelled musty and he sniffed trying to clear his nose from the smell.
His father was bent over a box crying, but when he heard Brandon come down the stairs he tried to wipe his eyes quickly on the sleeve of his sweater. He coughed like all guys will tend to do when they are trying not to let thier feelings show and looked up at Brandon.
"Whats wrong, dad?" Brandon asked, totally forgetting about his problem with his sister.
"Nothing, son." His dad sighed then looked sad again. "Well, actually there is something wrong but I don't know how to tell you."
"Whatever it is dad, I can take it. Is something wrong with you or mom? Are you sick? Did someone die?" Brandon was starting to feel like he was sliding off balance.
"Well, Brandon, it's like this. Your mom and I were thinking about waiting until after Christmas to tell you, well your mom wanted to wait, but I think we should tell you now so you will have time to get used to it."
Brandon's stomache felt like it was tied in a big tight ball of a knot and he felt like he wanted to throw up or run away. "What? What do you think I need time to get used to?"
Just then Brandon's mom and his sister came down the stairs.
"We thought you men might need some help down here." Cindy Walsh pushed up the sleeves of her sweatshirt. "What's wrong, Jim?" She asked as she noticed the looks on the faces of her husband and her son.
"Brandon probably was trying to talk dad into letting him go out instead of hanging around the house with this loser family" Brenda said with a glare at her brother.
"I was not!" Brandon couldn't believe his sister would say something so stupid and mean. "Dad was just going to tell me some bad news..." Brandon looked over at his father expectantly.
"Jim, I thought we decided to wait until after the holidays.." Brandon's mom said pinching her mouth into a firm pucker.
"Cindy, I still think the kids need time to adjust."
Brandon looked over at Brenda who looked confused and somewhat worried. "About time something gets to her", he thought.
"Bad news? About what? It's not Grandma is it?" Brenda asked.
"No. No, it's not about Grandma honey." Jim Walsh said as he got up off the floor. He looked at his wife. "Cindy, you tell them because I can't." He went up the stairs as Brandon and Brenda bnoth started to object.
"Mom, what is going on?" Brandon almost screamed it out at his mother. He was feeling so frustrated and almost scared.
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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. Be sure to check out Part 1 (Brenda) by clicking on my name. Part 2 is kind of short and it has taken me forever to get back on here and post it, but I should have part 3 up within the week. And noooo it's not what you think, this isn't about them moving to California.
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Part 2- Brandon
Brandon hurried down the stairs into the basement where his dad was looking for the Christmas decorations. Man, he thought, this sure will be a shitty Christmas with Brenda acting up again. The basement smelled musty and he sniffed trying to clear his nose from the smell.
His father was bent over a box crying, but when he heard Brandon come down the stairs he tried to wipe his eyes quickly on the sleeve of his sweater. He coughed like all guys will tend to do when they are trying not to let thier feelings show and looked up at Brandon.
"Whats wrong, dad?" Brandon asked, totally forgetting about his problem with his sister.
"Nothing, son." His dad sighed then looked sad again. "Well, actually there is something wrong but I don't know how to tell you."
"Whatever it is dad, I can take it. Is something wrong with you or mom? Are you sick? Did someone die?" Brandon was starting to feel like he was sliding off balance.
"Well, Brandon, it's like this. Your mom and I were thinking about waiting until after Christmas to tell you, well your mom wanted to wait, but I think we should tell you now so you will have time to get used to it."
Brandon's stomache felt like it was tied in a big tight ball of a knot and he felt like he wanted to throw up or run away. "What? What do you think I need time to get used to?"
Just then Brandon's mom and his sister came down the stairs.
"We thought you men might need some help down here." Cindy Walsh pushed up the sleeves of her sweatshirt. "What's wrong, Jim?" She asked as she noticed the looks on the faces of her husband and her son.
"Brandon probably was trying to talk dad into letting him go out instead of hanging around the house with this loser family" Brenda said with a glare at her brother.
"I was not!" Brandon couldn't believe his sister would say something so stupid and mean. "Dad was just going to tell me some bad news..." Brandon looked over at his father expectantly.
"Jim, I thought we decided to wait until after the holidays.." Brandon's mom said pinching her mouth into a firm pucker.
"Cindy, I still think the kids need time to adjust."
Brandon looked over at Brenda who looked confused and somewhat worried. "About time something gets to her", he thought.
"Bad news? About what? It's not Grandma is it?" Brenda asked.
"No. No, it's not about Grandma honey." Jim Walsh said as he got up off the floor. He looked at his wife. "Cindy, you tell them because I can't." He went up the stairs as Brandon and Brenda bnoth started to object.
"Mom, what is going on?" Brandon almost screamed it out at his mother. He was feeling so frustrated and almost scared.