I - Ice

They are sitting on the bleachers in the old gym now. She looks up at him. "I just don't get it - why Emily Valentine of all people? After all she pulled. She drugged you, Brandon!"

"I haven't forgotten," he answered quietly. "Maybe I was trying to live on the edge for once. Maybe I just wanted to shock you - or myself."

"No you hurt me, there's a difference," she said, looking over at him. Some of the ice in her eyes had melted away and was replaced with a fountain of tears. He regretted every tear she had ever cried over him, every moment he made her doubt him, every second she worried that he wasn't coming back.

"I just don't get it, Brandon," she said softly. "I'm supposed to be the self-destructive, flip-out-on-a-dime one in our relationship. Who am I if I'm not that person and you can't save me?"

"You're strong, Kel, you can help yourself now and I'll always be right beside you to catch you in case you slip."

"What if I don't believe you?"

"It will take time for you to believe in me again but I am committed to you. I always have been but I have insecurities too, Kel. Big ones. I came back to deal with them. I also came back ... for you ..."

Tears coursed down her cheeks and he cried openly as well, then he leaned over and risked touching her forehead with his own, their tears melding together so neither could tell where they ended and the other began.

They sat that way for a long time and then Kelly pulled back. "Dance with me, Brandon," she said in a soft yet hoarse voice.

"Huh?"

"I wanted you to take me to prom every year and you never did but if we're going to start over let's begin from the beginning."

He smiled, his first real smile in seemingly ages, and gently taking her hand, led her out to the middle of the gym's waxy floor. She slid one arm around his neck and the other, she rested on his chest, fingers splayed out like she had dreamt of doing so many times when she was a teenager - still did dream of, actually. He settled his hands lightly on her hips and they began to sway slowly to music only they could hear ...

J - Joy

"Joy to the world ..." Donna screeched in a very horrid singing voice. "Kelly and Brandon are back together, all is peaceful, all is calm ... Finally, thank god!"

Kelly laughed and aimed a pillow at Donna's head. "We're not even officially back together."

"What do you consider 'official'?" Donna asked, ducking the pillow easily enough and flopping down beside Kelly on the sofa. "You danced in the dark high school gym - so romantic by the way ... You've kissed like five hundred times, you've admitted you still love each other ..."

"I know ..."

"But you're still gun shy," Donna said.

"Yeah something like that," Kelly agreed with a nod. "I mean, what if we don't work out this time? What if he leaves for good and never comes back?"

"Kel, I'm supposed to be the worry-wart in this relationship, okay?" Donna said with a smile, linking her arm through Kelly's. "You and Brandon are meant to be and what's meant to be, as my father always says, willbe."

"I hope you're right."

"Just stop worrying and get dressed. There is a party off-campus tonight and I know for a fact that a certain Mr. Walsh will be there."

Kelly slapped Donna's arm. "You're such a schemer."

"Damn right! Now go and get dressed."

K - Keeper

"He's a keeper, Kel," Donna says in a stage whisper as she passes by Brandon and Kelly on the makeshift dance floor. She has broken away from David just to say that, to play matchmaker, to ensure that her two best friends end up happily ever after, the way they always should have. Sure she supported Kelly through "The Dylan Years" but knew in the end Dylan wasn't the right one for Kelly. Kelly never looked at Dylan the way she looks at Brandon, like he's the only man on earth and she could stay in his arms forever. That's how Donna feels about David and is sure she always will. She thinks they should all have a double wedding after they graduate from college this spring.

David comes over and slides an arm around her waist, lifting her now-red hair up and kissing the back of her neck. "Hmm ..." He murmurs deep in his throat.

"David, don't you think they are the cutest couple ever?" Donna says.

"I thought we were the cutest couple ever," he says, kissing the back of her neck again and she shivers.

"Okay they're the second cutest couple ever but I am sure they have what it takes to make it, that they're through playing games with each other ..."

Donna watches her two friends, so lost in each other and then turns to David. "What do you think of a June wedding?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, we should have a June double wedding after school lets out."

David's eyes go wide in shock. "I don't know, Don, do you think they're ready for that?" He of course wonders if he's ready for that too but doesn't say it.

Donna just smiles. "They will be if I have anything to say about it ..."

L - Lipstick

A lipstick-stained white dress shirt and a pair of baggy black trousers lay haphazardly discarded on the floor beside a short lemon-yellow halter dress. Shoes and underclothes were tossed in the heap somewhere as well, a testament to the passion that had erupted between the clothes' owners not two hours ago.

She now lay on her back, head slightly turned to face the window, as she looked out at the bright stars, her hand clasped around his. His quiet snoring would be a hindrance to most people's sleep but not to her. She had slept seemingly decades without hearing those little intakes of noisy breaths and they had a calming, soothing affect on her.

Their love making tonight had been nothing short of amazing. They had only kissed (albeit passionately) since their reunion a few months ago but tonight their souls as well as their bodies had found a home. Kelly felt that she was home in Brandon's arms. If she believed in that mumbo jumbo about how wishing on a star made your dreams come true, she would wish to be with Brandon forever. They had fought long and hard to come to this new, secure place in each other's lives and she was not about to let their future slip away this time.