Disclaimer: I own nothing of 90210 or FOX, make no profit off these works, nor wish to be sued... great, now that's out of the way.
...so it continues
whatever do we really know of this mighty scary world
'Lucas?' her voice was soft, drawn out.
It was a cold night, the air having turned rapidly from the heat wave of last week. A strapless black dress left pleanty of pale skin to glisten in the moonlight, and a pair of red lips quivered in excitement as their ownress took another step into the dark opening.
'Lucas?' she tried again, a small smile playing on her features.
'Shhh…' came the almost immediate reply this time, and a pair of comfortable arms wrapped around her from behind.
'So this is your idea of getting our minds of things?' Brenda asked, not bothering to turn around and look at her boyfriend. Instead she simply basked in his precense.
'Sure, tell me truthfully, have you even once thought about the carnival tonight?' he quired.
'Well, truthfully that wasn't really what I was worried about thinking of.' She admitted.
'Hm… Dylan then?' he asked, sounding honestly curious.
'No, not like that. You? Thinking of Nate?'
'Nah… You know.'
'Sure.' She replied, this time in a calm whisper.
A fire crackled before them, yellow and blue flames ghosting upwards towards the skies. Stars were sprinkled across the darkness, and somewhere far away you could hear the ocean rumbling.
'This place is perfect. How did you find it?' Brenda asked.
'It's in the boy scout handbook, didn't you know?' Lucas replied.
He had wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. He gazed intently at the trees as if expecting them to hold all the answers.
'I sense a moody turn of events.' Brenda stated. 'Don't you dare start worrying okay. Tonight is about having fun, about relaxing.'
'Huh… You sound eerily like my mother, only so completely different.'
'How so? How am I different?' she asked with a hint of challenge in her voice.
'Well for starters, my mother would probably never try any of this. At least not around me.' He held out a joint in front of Brenda's calm face. 'Plus, I really really wanna kiss you and that'd be awkward in the other scenario.'
'Right…' she murmured in response and turned her head slightly so that their lips could meet. 'You sure you're okay though?'
'As I'll ever be.' Lucas replied, his eyes already growing more distant as he let the smoke of his home-made cigarett linger in his lungs. Brenda mimicked his motions.
whatever can we do about this crazy darkness
'Just shut up!' she screamed.
A plate hit the wall, and she shrieked. Not in fear, or even surprise, but anger.
'Bitch!' a male voice shouted in reply.
'Aaaaaaa!' All she could think of was to cry out. Without much thought she leaned back against the wall and let her body slide down to the floor.
'This isn't really fairy tale material is it?' Lucas asked softly, stepping into the room.
He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and some rugged jeans. In his hand a bottle of Jack hung loosley. Almost as if he was boored with it.
'I suppose not.' Brenda replied, lazily.
'I'm sorry you know.' He stated after a full minutes pause.
'Yeah… Me too.' She replied.
With that he sat down beside her and they shared the remaints of the whiskey.
You look at me so closely
'What don't I understand Bren?' the harsh voice belonged to her brother, but under the loud booming tone you could hear the heavy lines of worry practically dripping from it.
'I just… I can't explain it.' She said, not thinking clearly enough to find other answers.
'Try… Please.' Brandon let out a sigh. 'You've worked so hard. You've got a chance at doing a play here! I mean, come on Bren, you really wanna throw all that away?'
'Maybe Brandon, maybe not. It's not as simple as it looks. This isn't just… I know I've done some bad things before, some crazy things. But honestly? This is not like that. I need you to understand that. And I can't just walk away from it. Not until it's finished.'
'And how will it, whatever that is, be finished?' Brandon asked, much softer this time.
She shrugged. 'When I can look back and say good bye without feeling wrong.'
'Okay.'
as if my voice would save you...
'3. 2. 1…' he spoke in gentle almost singing tones.
'What on earth are you doing?' she asked, giggling.
'I'm counting down the stars.'
'Huh…'
'Huh?'
'Well, yes. That's a new one isn't it?' Brenda stated rather than asked.
'I like to think so.'
'I bet…' she said.
'I suppose we're crazy aren't we?' he asked.
'I suppose… Doesn't mean we're wrong.' She replied. 'but it does indicate that you need to put away that or you'll end up hurt one of these days.' She motioned vaguel towards the beer.
'Nah… Come on I've had worse.'
'Yes but that's your seventh in two hours.'
With that she turned and walked back into the house, music blaring out of the windows. It was another party, another Beverly hills evening, and Brenda Walsh was tired but content.
I can't help but warn you
She met him in class. The following friday he took her out for a view of LA she had never experienced. He showed her a scene where everything was risky, but brutally beautiful all the same.
Lucas twirled with locks of her dark hair, and let her drive his car. As they pulled down the sufflette and cruised down the California highway, laughing, they were unstoppable. They were Bonnie and Clyde, riding towards their destinies.
Three months earlier Lucas had stood in a dark alley in Seattle, outside a house party where the music was still playing so loudly no one heard his screams. No one aside from his brother, who chose that moment to walk out.
Lucas' hair had been damp and sticking to his forehead, and tears were cascading down his cheeks, amidst begs of 'please' and 'no' as the other men kicked and pulled at his clothes. Ten minutes later they were scattered and running off, except for one man who was laying on the ground bleeding. Ten hours later Nathan, Lucas big brother, was arressted for man slaughter. A month later he was sentenced to jail.
As Lucas' hand moved through Brenda's hair she would smile, laugh even. Her throaty and heartfelt voice drifted through the wind, and he couldn't help but let himself smile as well.
The week after their first date they spent ever evening with each other. The week after that they shared their first kiss. A month later they were considered a steady couple, but had yet to hold hands in public. In fact, they were as close as any two people could be knowing each other for such a short time. Two teenagers with dark hearts and memories, grasping at each others sanity.
He was writing a book. She was the under-study in a theater production. Together they could excell in their work, but they also tore each other down.
We're already in debt here, fallen angels of sorts, long lost wings I suppose
15 days into their relationship Brenda smoked again.
27 days since their first date Lucas punched Steve for calling Brenda a lying bitch.
33 days ino their friendship Brenda and Kelly walked past each other in the hallway. Brenda didn't seem to notice, Kelly tried in vain to search her old friends eyes for contact. Secretly they both cried in separate bathrooms ten minutes later.
42 days into their relationship Brenda was high. They were smoking joints after Lucas had heard Nathan had been beaten badly in prison and Brenda had heard her father telling Brandon he was the hope of the family for the future.
56 days from that one morning class Brenda was naked in Lucas bed.
61 days and they skipped school for a week to raise money to help a single mother from the valley get medications to her kids.
67 days and Brenda was bailing Lucas out after he had been driving. Drunk.
70 days and Brandon warned her.
72 days and Brenda walked into the kitchen of casa Walsh stoned out of her mind. She didn't even notice her old friends sitting there with her parents.
73 days and Brandon screamed at her.
74 days and Dylan begged her on his knees to get help.
75 days and Brandon walked away from a screaming sister.
76 days and Brenda stood on stage at a downtown theater. The next morning papers reviewed the production, deciding her performance left the lead characters to appear as extras.
77 days and Jim and Cindy Walsh met Lucas accidentally at the mall. He was perfectly nice, and they wondered who was influencing who.
78 days had Lucas so drunk he didn't notice his fist struck someone not something.
79 days and Brenda covered her bruised cheek with make up.
80 days and they celebrated an anniversary. He got high and she downed a bottle of Jacks.
81 days and Brenda told Brandon she'd never wanted to go to Paris.
85 days and Lucas cried into Brenda's embrace.
90 days and Brenda wondered what was wrong with her. Lucas told her she was perfect, but that she needed to get away from the darkness.
95 days and Lucas wondered if he was responsible for killing his girlfriend. Brenda shrugged, and said she was still breathing. He relented the discussion, but called her brother that night.
97 days and Brandon met Lucas. The latter showed him a fresh review and told him that Brenda deserved better. Brandon agreed.
99 days later and a poll came out in West beverly. Most unexpected senior romance? Lucas and Brenda won by miles.
100 days and Brenda fell apart. Again. Lucas picked her up and held her through the night.
110 days later and Brenda was perfectly sober. Ten days straight. Lucas drank as if his life depended on it.
110 days later Brenda insisted she drive, but Lucas shook his head.
110 days later Brenda lay naked in her boyfriends bed for the last time.
110 days later a truck ran into them.
111 days after Brenda went on her first date with Lucas he was no longer breathing, and she was stumbling through the hospital with his blood on her clothes.
who are you to tell me to walk away?
what are we to do about the world and it's crazy ways...
'Why are you still here?' she asked softly, hating the fact that she sounded so small.
'I'll always be here.' He replied and drew her closer against his side.
Brenda marveled in how Brandon smelled so much like home, and how warm his shoulder was.
What did you think? Insane? Crazy? Drop a thought in the review box. Til next time, stay safe and strong. I love you all...
/DF
