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Hey!" James greeted Kelly and Pamela, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.

"Mum, uncle Brandon, Aunt Val, this is Pamela and her mum Kelly.

"Nice to meet you." Kelly quickly held out her hand before they could say anything

"Oh." Brandon held in a smirk, "Nice to meet you too." Brenda stood there, surprised.

"Hi..." Valerie looked puzzled.

"Why don't I just take this into the kitchen." Kelly held up the salad bowl she brought to the thanksgivng dinner.

"You don't know where it is." Her daughter chuckled

"I'll show her." Valerie offered.

"I'm so sorry." Kelly began once the 4 adults were in the kitchen. "My daughter... she doesn't know. I tried to get out of it but she asked me to come."

"So... you want to hide the fact that you used to know us?" Brandon questioned

"I'm sorry..." Brenda blurted out, "I'm just... surprised, really. You're... you're my son's girlfriend's mother..."

"Sorry. I thought you knew... " Kelly said sheepishly

"You both look great." Pamela beamed up at James and Thomas, "Too handsome... both of you together must be trouble."

"Well... no disrespect to my boy here." Thomas grinned at his cousin, "But you, Pam... are a goddess."

"Can't argue with that." James pulled her in for a kiss

"And your mum is a milf." Thomas joked

"Hey!" Pamela cringed and James laughed

"Hey, kids." Dylan crooned once he had come back from grocery shopping

"Hey, dad." James cheered

"Where is everyone?" He asked

"Kitchen." Thomas gestured over

"...Hi." Dylan was all he could muster when he found Kelly, Brenda, Brandon and Valerie all stood in his kitchen awkwardly

"Hi." Kelly murmured

"What's going on?" He asked

"Kelly here wants us to pretend we don't know each other for the day..." Valerie stated

"That might be a good idea..." Dylan breathed out.

As everyone headed back out, Dylan held Brenda's arm back before she could join them

"Bren..."

"You heard them... Kelly's requested silence... which you appear to be good at." She scoffed

"Bren..." he pleaded again.

"You knew Pamela was Kelly's daughter. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't know how you were gonna react. With the play and all I didn't think you'd need the stress." He premised to which she responded with a scoff and headed out.

"So..." Brandon began, "What do you do now- I mean, for a living?"

"Well... I was modeling, then I helped my husband with his newspaper and now nothing as of yet." Kelly forced a smile

"Oh. Dylan used to write for a newspaper, didn't you Dylan?" Valerie shot over

"Yes." Dylan mumbled

"He used to write a column in London." She concluded

"Yes." Brenda smiled, "He was great at it too."

"What was the first one... didn't you have it framed?" Valerie asked nonchalantly

"We don't need to talk about that." Dylan sent Valerie a warning glance.

"It was... a poem about how flowers may die in the winter but rosebuds bloom again in the Spring. It was beautiful." Brenda beamed

"That's right, it was called Rosebud" Valerie nodded

"That's funny 'cause Pam's car is called Rosebud" James chuckled

"It's not mine yet..." Pamela sighed, playfully nudging her mother. "She has to give it to me first!"

"Is that so?" Brenda exhaled before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Dylan quickly followed her

"Wait... Am I missing something?" James looked at his uncle and aunt.

"Fool me once..." Brenda scoffed

"Bren, come on! I wrote that before anything happened between us."

"That poem is the reason something happened between us, Dylan! That whole thing was about second chances! It's... it's why I gave you another chance."

"So?"

"So?! So all this time I thought that was about us and it turns out rosebud is the name of Kelly's freakin' car!"

"Bren... that was 17 years ago."

"It changes what our relationship was based on."

"How?" He groaned, "How does that change the fact that we have been a family for 17 years. Have I done anything in that time to make you feel differently?"

"No... But you promised me you'd never lie to me."

"I don't think I did..."

"An omission is a lie." Brenda snapped

The rest of them sat awkwardly at the thanksgiving table, faintly hearing Brenda yell from the kitchen.

"Wait, I don't get it." Pamela shook her head

"It appears your mother and uncle Dylan had something in the past." Thomas uttered quietly

"So..." Pamela turned to her mother. "That's why you didn't want me seeing James? So much for 'open dialogue'" She hissed and got up to leave.

"I think we should go too." Brandon turned to Valerie.

"Wait..." Kelly stopped them, "Why did you do that?!"

"Do what?" Valerie provoked

"That! Don't you care about your own family's feelings? You didn't have to rehash 17 year-old memories."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before hiding your memories like a coward." Valerie sneered

"That's enough. Val, let's go." Brandon warned. "Come on, Tommy."

Once they had all gone Kelly grabbed her bag and was about to head out, until James stopped her

"You wanna explain this to me?" He asked

"I'm sorry. I think it's best to leave that to your parents." Kelly sympathized

"I hope you give yourself the same advice." James sighed before Kelly walked out.

Kelly was leaving the Peach Pit with the takeout she got in the hopes that she can salvage thanksgiving between her and her daughter. She pulled out her car key but before she unlocked the car, Dylan parked beside her. He got out of the car and they caught each other's eye. Before he could turn on his heel to enter the Peach Pit, she spoke.

"I'm sorry about the whole thanksgiving dinner thing..." She breathed out

"Me too." Dylan replied, letting out a deep breath

"I shouldn't have come." She sighed

"No. You shouldn't have." Dylan retorted

"Dylan." She was surprised at his attitude. He scoffed and again attempted to head inside. "Don't walk away from me." She yelled

"Okay, you want to square it up? Let's square it up." He turned to glare at her.