So this is chapter 9… I was supposed to write a bit more, but in fact, I'm curious about what you'd say… ;) I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what I should improve… Love, Brill!

Broken Poetry Chapter IX

Kelly exhaled and closed her eyes. She had known that it wouldn't be easy to go through this lot; she couldn't help herself, but be hurt by the way Dylan treated her. She was acquainted with his tempestuous mind and he had hurt her often in the past, but still... Maybe in some way she felt guilty herself of what he accused her of.

The ringing of her cell phone startled her from her thoughts. She grabbed it out of her pocket and answered the call. "Yes?" "It's me.", Donna said. "Where are you? Weren't you supposed to have been here about a quarter of an hour ago?" She stepped to the balustrade of the veranda and ran her fingers through her hair. "Yes, I'm sorry, but my car just won't start up." Kelly's heart sank. "Donna, I need to get to the airport." "I know, I'm sorry. Could you call a cab?" "Yeah, sure…" Something inside of her felt as if somebody tried to keep her from going… First Brandon and Dylan showing up, now Donna's broken car… She cleared her throat. "Don't worry, Donna. I'll call you when I'm there, alright?" "Yes. Kelly? Take care of yourself." "I will. Bye."

She pushed the disconnect button and flipped the phone into her pocket. She sighed. "What's wrong?" Nearly shocked by him addressing her, Kelly turned round to face Brandon, who still stood behind her.

"Donna can't take me to the airport. I should really call a cab now, I need to get going." He shook his head and took his keys out of his pocket. "I can take you to the airport... It's no problem.", he added, but Kelly shook her head. "No." Somehow she was scared of a farewell scene at the airport. She had said goodbye to Brandon far too often... "I'll just get a cab…" She realized a hurt look on his face, but he hid it from her in a moment. Brandon Walsh was too well with hiding his feelings from others. "Alright. Then, I wish you all the best." He turned on his heels and walked away. "Thank you…", she added whispering to herself and once more she felt left back in a way.

As the plane left the airport and Los Angeles grew smaller and smaller underneath, Kelly Taylor sighed and leaned back in her seat. 'Goodbye...', she thought to herself and closed her eyes.

This would be a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Brandon didn't get back to his rental car, but went down to the water. He took off his shoes and started walking along the beach he seemed to know so well. He couldn't believe that he had let all of this happen. He had fought with Dylan over Kelly often enough in the past and it seemed now as if both of them had lost the fight. He didn't even want to fight, he didn't even know what he should fight for. Their relationship had been ended over two years ago, they had agreed on not marrying each other and now? He felt as if they had been thrown back in time to the moment, when Kelly had chosen between him and Dylan. How could he still feel so much for her, when he hadn't even had the decency to call her or talk to her seriously?

Sure, their talk had come up very serious, but they hadn't talked about the two of them.

Brandon sighed. He believed that it had been a mistake to come here. Maybe it was just his sub consciousness that tried to make him believe that he still had feelings for Kelly to get away from his life he was living in Washington at the moment. To just have a plausible reason for coming back…

It was not that he didn't have a good time in Washington, but still, he always felt as if something was missing. He had left LA, because he wanted this job and he had been happy with it, but as time passed by, he realized that he had lost something on his way that work couldn't restore.

'You're lamenting, Brandon Walsh.', he told himself and looked out on the horizon, when a voice pulled him back into reality.

"So alone, Mr Walsh?" It was Dylan again. "What are you doing here?", he asked, looking into the face of his opponent. "I was nearly gone, when I saw you getting down here and Kelly getting away in a cab. I didn't think, you would separate that soon. Trouble in paradise?" Brandon shook his head. "Dylan, you got this lot very wrong." "I did?" "Yes, you did. There's nothing going on between Kelly and me. I just told her goodbye."

Dylan furrowed his brow. "What do you mean by goodbye?" Obviously, he had no idea about Kelly's plans. "I don't know much either, but she told me that she's moving." "Moving?" Dylan ran his fingers through his hair. "Where?" Brandon shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know in fact." "Don't try to trick me, Brandon! I have to know…" "Dylan, listen. I have no idea. You were with her, so you should be the one who knows things like that." "Well, I don't." They fell silent, until Brandon spoke again.

"Look, Dylan. I didn't come here to ruin anything and I'm sorry if you think I did. We've fought over Kelly Taylor too much in the past. Don't you think, we're too old for this now?" The two men looked at each other for a while. "I know that we did…", Dylan admitted. It was more than tough for Dylan McKay to overcome his pride. "But in the last 24 hours, the world Kelly and I built up crashed down in front of me and I had no chance to stop it." "Pretty harsh…", Brandon said looking down onto his feet. Dylan had no idea, how well he used to know that feeling. "Yeah." Brandon smiled slightly. "I know what you mean. But what do you think…", he held his hand out to Dylan. "Friends?" Dylan nodded. "As it is supposed to be!" They shook hands and hugged each other a little.

"And now let's get to Donna and David's for finding out where Kelly went. If anyone knows, it must be Donna!"