AN: Jram: Glad you like it! :DD Guest: I know :( I don't want Brenda to get hurt either.
Secrets
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
It's the wrong time for somebody new
It's a small crime, and I got no excuse
Is that alright?
"Hi." Pamela stood outside Joey Miller's cabana's sliding door.
"I thought you'd be paying me a visit sooner or later." He smirked
"Stop harassing my cousin." Pamela said walking in.
"I did no such thing." He rolled his eyes, and stopped to look at her, "What's the matter, Pam? Afraid your little secret'll get out?"
"Joey... you don't know what you're talking about."
"If that were true, you wouldn't be here." He shrugged, sitting on the couch.
"What do you want?" She asked irritably, folding her arms
"From you? Nothing." He pulled out his phone from his pocket. "I've got all the proof I need right here."
"...You don't have anything." She called his bluff.
"No... Just a picture of you kissing your boyfriend's cousin in the water."
"It's not what you think." She took a deep breath
"Oh, I think it is."
"Joe... I'm asking you nicely to leave it alone."
"I don't know, Pam." He shook his head, "You're asking for a lot here."
Pamela left Joey's cabana feeling hopeless. She walked out and passed his doors. Cameron stood behind a family when she walked out. And as soon as she was far away enough, he headed into Joey's cabana.
"What do you want?" Joey got up from the couch.
"Where is it?" Cameron asked firmly
"What?" Joey crinkled his forehead
"The picture of Pamela."
"None of your business." Joey chuckled at Cameron's boldness
"You're not showing it to anyone." Cameron warned
"Or what?" Joey chuckled, he was about to turn away when Cameron grabbed his t shirt and punched him. Joey fell to the couch.
"That." Cameron shook his fist that was hurting before walking out.
"Mum!" Pamela called Kelly who was in the living room as she walked to the front door. "I'm off to the beach club!"
"Wait." Kelly came running over to her before she could leave. "How long are you gonna be?"
"I don't know." Pamela shrugged, "Just a couple hours."
"Well, remember we've got the family dinner tonight." Kelly reminded "With uncle David and aunt Donna."
"I know, I know. I'll be back by 3. Promise." Pamela said before hurriedly running out the door. Kelly sighed in response.
"Dinner was great! Thanks guys." Kelly said, wiping her hands with her napkin.
"You're welcome. It's nice having the whole family together. We should make it a weekly thing." David exclaimed. He then looked at his watch. "That's my cue." He bent down to kiss Donna.
"You're going to work now?" Kelly asked, surprised
"After Dark always gets busy on a Friday night." Donna explained. David waved the kids off.
Once he had left, Donna sighed. "Right on schedule."
"What?" Kelly looked puzzled
"David's gone to work. Daniel's hopped on his PlayStation in his room, and now our girls are in Delilah's bedroom. I think it's time we open that bottle of wine." She grinned
Donna and Kelly sat on the porch with a glass of wine and the bottle.
"So now tell me... How are you really doing?" Donna asked
"Same old." Kelly took a sip
"Same old as in... same person?" Donna asked intrigued. Kelly sheepishly lowered her head.
"Oh, Kel." Donna sighed. "I thought you said you both agreed to let it go. You said he told you he loved Brenda and was committed.
"Relax, I haven't spoken to him." Kelly jumped in, "Well not since I practically begged him to stay."
Donna shook her head, "Kelly... what are you doing?"
"I don't know, okay? I convince myself I'm strong when he's not there. But when I'm around him... I can't resist. There's an attraction that pulls me in, and I... I can't say no." Kelly brushed her hair back.
Donna looked at her apologetically. "He has a family..."
"Yeah..." Kelly whispered, "I want to move on so badly, but... I want him more."
"Kelly, you're newly divorced. Maybe it's time to see what's out there, you know? Browse the shelves."
Kelly looked down at the floor, "No one can be Dylan McKay."
"Yes." Donna nodded, "Maybe you can't fill the void that he left but maybe... Maybe you can make room for someone new."
"I don't know..." Kelly sounded doubtful. Donna leaned forward, and looked in her eyes.
"You don't know until you try... In fact, I might know someone."
Dylan sat at his desk, pen and paper in hand. He tried to write but couldn't. Kelly's words were echoing in his ear... Something about his routine life not being compatible with the passion he needs to write. It angered him, it made him feel like he had something to prove. Or perhaps, it was more concerning that she hit him where it hurts. Saying out loud a truth he wasn't ready to accept.
He fiddled with the pen, getting more frustrated by the second that this writer's block that was taking far too long to recover from. He thought he would have plenty to write about now that he was back in Beverly Hills. But he realized he had blocked so much out that his mind didn't want to bring his memories back.
He looked down at the piece of paper again. He then looked at the pen. He then read what was written on the pen: "Beverly Hills Beach Club."
"Come on, pokey." Kelly encouraged Dylan after the volleyball tournament. They began to take a walk.
"You know, I thought I was making a mistake not going to Paris, but this summer's turning out okay."
"Yeah it is." Dylan agreed
She then stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
They both felt a spark, as her hand brushed against his shoulder. She played it off with a light chuckle.
He found himself staring into her eyes a moment before wriggling away, afraid of the sudden urges he felt around her.
"I guess I should get going" She quickly chimed in. "Meeting Steve and everyone here later for the celebrations."
"I see..." He drawled.
"Doing anything later?" She asked, wanting to include him.
"I was gonna finish that book I was reading..." He scratched his head.
She rolled her eyes, "It's summer! You're not gonna sit at home by yourself with your head buried in a book."
He couldn't help but smile at her charisma. "What did you have in mind?"
"We're just gonna have some drinks, listen to some music and dance down by the water."
"I don't know..." He shook his head.
"Well, if you change your mind. I'll be here by 5." She smiled, beginning to walk off. He watched her leave, smirking to himself.
"Kel!" He called her back. She turned around to face him.
"5?" He double checked, and she nodded.
"Your cabana." He pointed, and she grinned.
Kelly had just finished talking to David, and began heading over to her cabana. She checked her watch. It was 5 o'clock exactly.
The door slid open and she found Dylan already there. He stood up and she smiled, closing the door behind her.
"I'm glad you came!" She headed into the room.
"I'm glad I'm here." He agreed, "...I hope you don't mind, I helped myself to a soda."
"Sure." She grinned, making her way to the mini fridge to grab herself one. When she turned back around he was right behind her. Feeling startled and nervous as he stared at her. She felt this tingling sensation in her stomach. "Um..." She bit her lip, "So... when do you want to head over?" She asked nervously.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful in that white outfit. The tendrils in her hair softly framed her face. Sure, there was always an attraction between them and they engaged in a little innocent flirtation over the years. But something changed after they babysat with Casablanca. He was now looking at her with this urgency. Something was pulling him in, a feeling that drew him to her.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay in." He said in that sexy whisper of his. She struggled to keep her composure. Trying to avoid looking into those dreamy eyes. He hovered over her, and that smirk painted across his face suddenly made her legs a little wobbly and her breath a little heavy.
"Sure..." She replied breathlessly, wriggling away "What... um." She headed over to the couch, "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm sure we can think of something." He smiled
She looked around the room. "Well, I've got a couple of movies... limited selection here though." She sighed, "And some board games."
"Hand me that paper and pen." He pointed to the coffee table. She picked up the paper and the Beverly Hills Beach Club pen. He came by, sat on the couch and took it from her. He then began ripping the paper into small strips. He left the rest on the table and remained holding one. He then began writing on it.
He scrunched it up and held it in his fist. Then he handed her the pen.
"What?" She looked puzzled
"Secrets." He cleared his throat. "Write down a secret. Big or small. Then we reveal them one at a time."
"What's the point of this?" She chuckled
"We... get to know each other. Intimately."
"Since when are you up for that?" She teased
"Just do it." He groaned.
"Okay." She grinned. She hesitantly grabbed a strip of paper and began writing something down. "Done."
"Show it to me." He insisted, resting back on the couch.
She then handed him the paper.
"Hot chocolate?" He read it and cringed.
"It's my favorite drink." She shrugged
"It's a kid's drink!" He jokingly reprimanded
"This is why I don't tell anybody" She chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"That can't be one of your secrets." He chuckled.
"Fine. You go." She scoffed
"Alright." He sat upright and handed her his paper. Leaning in, he eyed her closely as she read it.
"You are incredibly sexy." She was surprised by what she had just read. "Dylan-" She said, about to turn to him for some explanation, but then she stopped herself when she found him staring at her.
She now found herself unable to speak or move, feeling uneasy under his piercing gaze. He moved closer to her. His lips now hovering over hers. She sat there, unable to think. All she knew was there was a sudden warmth as his hand reached over and tugged on her hair, pulling her towards him.
Their lips touched for a brief moment. It felt like time had stopped. She knew this shouldn't be happening but it felt so good. She found herself craving for the closeness. His eyes fixated on her, making her want to collapse into his arms. Without hesitation, she closed the gap between them, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Dylan put down the pen and stood up. He grabbed the black box with the engagement ring, put it in his pocket and was about to head out the door when his phone rang.
Pamela and Thomas took a stroll along the pier, hand in hand, laughing, joking and flirting. He picked her up and carried her back to his car. They were both incredibly happy this summer, having a blast together.
Once they got into his car, she pulled out the wine bottle that she found under her seat.
"Stocking up?" She joked.
He was about to put the key in the ignition before turning to her. "Saving it for a special occasion."
"Okay..." She grinned, then cheekily looked at him, "Wanna get drunk and make out?"
He grinned back at her, "Come here." He pulled her onto him. Once she was on his lap they began kissing. He was holding onto her with one hand while the other reached for the lever to lower the back of his seat down.
She was now laying on top of him and they resumed their make out session. Laughing, kissing and groping each other, they fell into a very passionate and playful embrace.
Just as their kisses got deeper, and their fingertips sunk into each other's skin, they were about to rip each other's clothes off when her phone rang.
She sat up, while on top of him, reaching for her phone. He reached up, holding her, and continued to kiss her neck. She tilted her head back, soaking in the pleasure before growing annoyed with the ringtone and finally taking a look at her phone.
"It's James." She breathed out, after looking at the screen.
"Don't answer it." He pleaded in between desperate kisses
"I... I have to." She whispered. "...Hello?" She answered breathlessly. Thomas continued to brush his lips against her collar bone.
"Hi Pam." James' calm, deep voice made her feel good and bad at the same time.
"Hi..." She struggled to control her breathing, mouthing for Thomas to stop kissing her.
"Listen... " James said on the line, "I hope you're okay. I just want to say I'm sorry... I'm... uh. I'm coming home."
Once James hung up, she closed her eyes. Thomas stroked her hair, "What did he say?"
"He's coming home." She uttered. Thomas and her both had a look of concern painted across their faces. He pulled her down so she could rest her head on his chest. They laid there together in each other's arms.
That's the thing about affairs, she thought. The deeper you fall into them, the harder it is to crawl out.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you
It's the wrong time, but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime, and I got no excuse
Is that alright?
9 Crimes - Damien Rice