And now for the update I've been building up to! So, in this chapter the Kelly drama is in full swing. Most notably, Kelly is not taking Dylan's choice well. I've revised this chapter because I felt like the writing was out of character for Kelly. Kelly may be making bad choices, but, at the end of the day, she's not a terrible person. Hope you enjoy this chapter - be sure to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beverly Hills, 90210 or any of its characters.

From the moment he pulled into the driveway, he could tell that something was off. There was a gnawing feeling in his gut. He thought, for a short moment, that perhaps it was Jim's words that produced the discomfort, but that pain was of a different sort altogether. Jim's words had pierced him, yes, but they hadn't necessarily unnerved him. He walked to the door, desperately hoping that the feeling he simply couldn't shake was the result of some false manifestation of perceived doom, but when he twisted the knob, all of his suspicions were confirmed.

The door was unlocked.

He wasn't afraid. He knew what would be awaiting him as he walked in. He caught a short glimpse of blonde hair and white skin. Her eyes were filled with vehemence and her lips were pursed. Dylan realized that it had been awhile since they had been completely alone.

"What are you doing here?" Dylan asked coolly. "Is this some kind of prank, Kel?"

Kelly obviously didn't know what to say at first. She, however, found her tongue at long last. "I needed to see you, Dylan. I can't just let this go. I've seen you two together and, I have to say, I'm confused."

"Let me make this very clear to you. You know that I never say things I don't mean. I don't mince words or actions. You and Brenda wanted me to make a choice and I made one," He needed to get away from her. He couldn't even look her in the eye. She stood there dripping in disappointment. "I choose Brenda. It's always been Brenda, Kel."

"You made the choice because I wasn't there, Dylan," Kelly followed him closely. "Don't even try to deny that."

"That's a really idiotic reason to make a choice, Kelly, but, you know, I would have. I would have made a stupid choice if Brenda hadn't shown up. I would have made the easy choice, Kelly. I would have went for the one who doesn't have parents who will berate me, the one that I don't have any emotional attachment to, the one who has no problem with instability," Dylan glared at her, his frustration mounting.

"You flatter me," Kelly replied sharply.

"Let me explain, Kelly," Dylan sighed. "The truth is, Brenda isn't the easiest to be with. She has parents who aren't too crazy about me. I've had to apologize to people more than you realize just to get a shot at dating her again. I just took a beating from Jim Walsh that isn't making me feel too hot. Look, Kelly, we're alike - in some ways, we're too alike. Being with you brings out the worst in me."

"I think that you're wrong," Kelly sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. Dylan remained standing, as she went on. "I think we're very similar, Dylan. We understand each other. How can Brenda ever get people like us? You have a tumultuous relationship with your parents and so do I. We've struggled to find ourselves in very different ways. It's led us to each other."

"Kelly," Dylan began, the anger never clearer as he closed his eyes, doing his best to calm down. "That's what I meant about us being alike. We both have problems. We both have been kicked from house to house by parents that aren't completely there for us. Maybe that's why it's better if we see other people."

"I can't believe this," Kelly looked at him intently. "I can't believe that you're denying that we have something. Dylan, our attraction is tangible. I can feel it. I know you can too."

"Kelly, I love Brenda," Dylan was getting closer to Kelly, and was, at this point, practically yelling. "I'm not saying that we never had something. We did. That's why it's important that I'm honest with you now."

Kelly sat still, eyeing Dylan with a quiet, simmering frustration. "Is that really why you're being honest, Dylan? You've never been so big with honesty before."

The phone ringing startled both of them. "I need to get that," Dylan said with bated breath. Kelly sighed, leaning back into the couch.

Dylan, in vexation, ripped the phone from the stand. "Hello?" He repeated it again and again, growing increasingly frantic for someone to speak on the other end of the line.

"Dylan," Brenda's voice sounded on the other end. "I wanted to check if you got home alright."

"He's home alright," Kelly said, rolling her eyes. Dylan shot Kelly a dirty look.

"Dylan?" The pained voice finally came. "Tell me that isn't Kelly."

"Bren, I'm trying to get her out of here. Believe me-," Dylan said gently. He could hear Brenda's slow, harried breath and it hurt him. It seared through him like nothing else could. "She was here when I got home. The door was open when I walked in."

"I just wanted to say I love you," Dylan was nearly positive that he could hear her sob. "I wanted to let you know that I think you're worth so much. I thought what my dad said was cruel and awful, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Bren, I love you—more than anything. Please don't cry," he was feeling miserable himself. "Don't go."

Kelly stood up, folding her arms. She couldn't believe how fast the situation with Dylan had crumbled.

"I have to," She whispered, her voice breaking. "Jim's at the door."

"Bren, please," He pleaded with her. He couldn't look at Kelly. The room was spinning for no apparent reason. It suddenly occurred to him that there was nothing he could do to escape his own personal version of hell. "Meet me tomorrow at least."

She hesitated. He could hear Jim's voice in the background. Brenda muttered something and then he heard the dial tone—limp, heavy, and hollow. Dylan stood there with the phone for a few minutes. He eventually replaced the receiver, and walked towards Kelly in a cool, decided motion.

"Get the hell out of here, Kelly," Dylan motioned towards the door. His dark eyes were very serious and stolid.

"Or what?" She ventured, pursing her lips. "You'll brood over Brenda? Guess what? I had nothing to do with what just happened between you and Brenda. Do you think that all of this will just go away? She doesn't even know the truth yet. Don't pretend that you're so high and mighty, Dylan."

"I'm going to tell her," Dylan realized that Kelly had a point, even if he remained angry at her. "I need some time."

"Dylan, if you don't tell Brenda, I'm going to," Kelly replied. "I'm going to tell her all about the summer - all about how you covered everything up."

"Kelly, I want you out," Dylan was suddenly pulling her by the wrist, directing her towards the door, "I don't want you dropping by here unannounced. I don't want you in my house at all."

"Stop this," Kelly pulled her wrist away from him. "Look, Dylan, I can't say that I didn't expect you to choose me. I can't say that after everything I've been through with you for the past year didn't leave me with the wild assumption that we maybe had something. I was a bad friend. I was dishonest. So were you." She touched his hand.

"Kelly, I asked you to get out," He pulled his hand away with a jerk, reaching for the door. "Kindly do so."

"Listen," Kelly positioned herself in front of the door. "If I walk out this door, everything we've ever had walks out with me."

"Kelly, I've said this before, but I'll say it one more time: I choose Brenda," Dylan said, his voice rising. "I understand that we did have had something before, but it is absolutely not okay to barge into my house uninvited and unannounced."

"You never used to mind," Kelly said sardonically. "Especially not when you were lying to your girlfriend and flirting with me."

"Kelly, I don't want you here. Don't you get it? Can't you take a hint?" Dylan began, punching blindly at a wall in rage. "I love Brenda. I've always loved Brenda. I don't know what I was thinking this summer. I have no idea where my head was," Dylan was still yelling, and Kelly's face bordered on disgust as she realized he was at the verge of tears. "If you've cost me her forever, I swear. You will never hear the end of it."

"Look, Dylan," Kelly sighed, "I don't want to leave it like this. I'm not trying to get between you and Brenda. That's the last thing I wanted to do."

"Oh, bullshit," Dylan slammed his fist on the wall again. "You talked to Jim about us being back together. That's so low, Kelly."

"You don't understand," Kelly squinted, as Dylan walked away yet again. He found making eye contact with her painful.

"No, you don't understand," Dylan turned back once again. He couldn't let her twist the situation in any direction she liked any longer. "I want to be with Brenda. There's no room for discussion."

Kelly gazed at him numbly. She walked to the couch briskly and lifted her satchel to rest on her shoulder. "I guess that's it then."

"Yes," Dylan said, still on edge, opening the door. "That's it. Don't get involved in my life anymore. Don't concern yourself with Brenda and I. Don't talk to Jim or Cindy or Brandon about us. They're the closest thing to family I have and you're not helping my case."

"You enjoy being with Brenda, Dylan. You enjoy Jim, the Midwestern values, and Cindy's chicken Diablo. I'm sure it will be magnificent. It's all sunshine and roses with the Walshes, after all." Kelly made her way for the door, but stopped momentarily. "And to think, we almost had something."

"I'm not going to say it again," Dylan muttered bitterly.

Kelly, with one additional glance, walked out the door. Dylan, escorting to the door, watched as a car pulled up into the driveway. Jake Hanson emerged from the car.

"Dylan, I think you remember Jake," Kelly was still smirking as Dylan stood limply in the driveway.

"Dylan," Jake said, as Dylan's chest filled with bitterness. He couldn't believe the person that Jake had become. "How's it going?"

"I'm just fine. Let me guess: You were just in the neighborhood?" Dylan laughed wryly, half to himself.

"Something like that," Jake raised his eyebrows, planting a kiss on Kelly's neck. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing," Dylan threw Jake a fake smile, not believing that a former friend could seem so distant. "Have a nice night."

He walked back inside, feeling Kelly's stare on his back. He could sense her anger as Jake's tires squealed off into the night. He didn't care, though. He didn't care if she hated him. He might have felt guilty for the way he had approached the situation, but he had no sympathy for Kelly. All he could think about was Brenda. The sadness of the situation hit him abruptly. It felt like an enormous bolder was on his chest. He sunk into bed, feeling entirely drained.

Tomorrow was the only thing that he could possibly invest his hope in. It seemed somewhat far away, but his anxiousness was eased by the simple thought of holding Brenda in his arms. He was sedated by the subtle assurance that tomorrow would have only good things in store, only Brenda in store. He fell asleep, aching, but satisfied in the existence of that simple, yet profound hope.