When
I first moved to Beverly Hills, I was scared... scared that no one would
like me, scared I would have to live in Brandon's shadow forever, scared
that I would never experience what love really felt like. Let's just say
I wasn't the most popular girl in Minnesota, that was Brandon's area, but
when I got to Beverly Hills things instantly changed for me, the ball was
in my corner, things were working out for me. Kelly Taylor, the most popular
girl in the school was actually paying attention to me, she actually wanted
me to eat lunch with her and her popular friends... I was in.
Popularity was a game and Kelly Taylor
was the champion. She excelled in everything, she wore all the best clothes,
she had the perfect body, she was the goddess of West Beverly High, and
me and Donna were merely the sidekicks.
Even as popular as Kelly was, she
seemed to be the most down to earth person, well at least to me she was.
Kelly Taylor was my best friend, almost like a sister to me, and I thought
that nothing could ruin our friendship... but yes Brenda Walsh was proven
wrong... God I was terribly wrong.
Dylan McKay.
He was and still is the love of my
life, I fell for Dylan McKay without no warning at all and I fell hard.
Dylan was handsome, smart and so much more and he actually liked me...
I had been shocked at first, I mean no guy has ever liked me, especially
a guy like Dylan, so you would understand my surprise.
But I don't have Dylan anymore. I
don't have Kelly anymore. They both betrayed me.
The two people I trusted the most,
that I trusted with everything, betrayed me. Kelly and Dylan stabbed me
in the heart, and after they did, they did it all over again by flaunting
their relationship in front of me, damn them, they hurt me... they hurt
me real bad.
Have you ever loved someone so much,
that at times it hurts you to love them, but you continue loving them anyways
because you know that you can't stop, you can't stop loving them... and
then when you think life couldn't get any worse, your best friend steals
him away?
If so, welcome to my hell.
But even after I left Beverly Hills
and Dylan came to live with me, things were always shaky between us, and
I knew it wasn't about Kelly because he would look at me, and I would look
into his eyes and there would be no trace of Kelly Taylor in there, it
was just me that reflected in his eyes. But yet he would start up stupid
little arguments, he would become all silent out of nowhere and when I
pretended to be asleep at night, I could see him staring at me, with this
real intense look in his eyes.
He was going to leave me again.
I just knew it, the look that was
embedded in his eyes gave it away, and I told myself, if he left again,
I wasn't going after him this time. Just like clock work, the next day
Dylan McKay told me he still loved Kelly and that he had to see if they
could work it out. Just stab me in the heart Dylan, go ahead... There was
screaming, throwing expensive glass, there were spilled tears and finally
the last words that threw Dylan McKay out of my life.
"Leave--"
My voice had been cracking with
emotion.
"Get out!"
I screamed at him, hot tears blurring
my vision.
"Go back to Kelly, but don't you
dare ever come back here. Leave! Go!"
And then... he left.
The first couple of months, had been
pure heartache for me, I would just lie in my bed and cry every night and
every morning and every afternoon, I cried and cried and cried and then...
I cried some more. I was hurting so badly, I hurt so much that I wouldn't---
no I couldn't move, my body had failed me, just like my heart did.. but
then I got out of bed one morning.
Dylan McKay had been gone out of
my life for almost a year now, and I was going to move on, he left me for
Kelly Taylor... his loss. I threw myself back into acting, I put all my
heart and soul into the business, and cut out everything else... I most
definitely cut Kelly Taylor and Dylan McKay out of my life. I got a new
wardrobe, put a lighter streak in my hair, and threw myself into the dating
life again. It was time I moved on. I had to.
And that was how I met "Jackie",
he was cute, an actor and VERY interested, and this is what I loved most
about him... he was nothing like Dylan McKay. The relationship had been
successful since the beginning, he was always there for me and for the
little while I was with him, Dylan was out of my mind.
Out of mind. Out of sight.
Me and Jackie lasted 1 year, but
our relationship was cut short when I got a letter... A letter from Dylan.
I had never expected it, I went to my mailbox, and there it was, his name
scribbled on the front, I opened the letter carefully and read every single
word a million times. The letter represented something I thought I put
behind me, the letter represented the part of me that still loved Dylan
McKay and in that letter he asked me to go back to Beverley Hills... he
asked me to go back to him.
I ended it with Jackie once I got
the letter, but I didn't go back to Dylan... not at first. After I ended
it with Jackie, I stayed in my house for one month straight, trying to
figure out what to do but in the end I did what my heart told me to do.
I left London and caught the next
plane to Beverely Hills, California.
:::Beverley Hills - 1 month later
- The Peach Pit After Dark:::
I walked into the club with confidence
in my walk, I had talked to several people and they all told me the same
thing... Dylan McKay came here every night. Of course, after all this club
was named after our favorite place to hang out and plus there was alcohol.
I walked through the crowd, as I tried to make it to the bar alive... that
is when I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, taking a drink of his
beverage, probably a screwdriver, Dylan's speciality. I watched him roll
his eyes at the bartender, I have good eye sight, and then I watched the
bartender walk over to some other girl.
I walked over to the bar, and casually
started up a conversation, I don't think he recogonized me because he still
had his back to me. I crossed my legs, the rubbing of my legs against the
leather material of the barstool made a sound and I saw his ears sort of
perk up. And then he turned to me after something I said, I watched his
eyes freeze up for a seconds and then he hugged me.
The minute our bodies came in contact
with one anothers I knew that I was never over him, I still loved him and
the way he held on to me for the longest time, he was still in love with
me. Minutes later Donna and David and the rest of the gang came over and
we all exchanged our hellos. Then later that night we had a 'welcome home'
party and I had been dancing with Steve when I saw Dylan talking to Kelly,
by the end of their conversation, she had tears running down her face and
he was looking at me.
"Steve, I think I am going to go
see Dylan"
Steve nodded and I hugged him and
walked over to Dylan and smiled at him.
"Trouble in paradise?"
Dylan had smiled.
"Only because I don't have you"
I smiled back at him.
"What makes you think you don't?"
:::2 Years Later:::
I sat in the middle of *our* chinese
symboled rug as I held Adrianna, in my arms. She was looking up at me,
her blue eyes bigger then they had ever been before.
"Hi baby girl"
I said in my sweetest baby voice,
I pratically had a attack of the giggles, from the face I got from Adrianna.
She was so adorable, she represented me and Dylan in every way.
I yelled at Dylan, telling him how
were out diapers and of course him being mister smarty pants, told me that
we weren't and then he handed me a diaper.
You just love tormenting
me don't you?>>
Among other things>>
I handed him the baby after that
comment, making him change her diaper, who was the one tormenting who now
huh? He gave me this look as he held our baby girl in his arms.
You're evil>>
No doubt>>
I pushed myself up and brushed off
my sundress, I snorted a laugh out, and watched Dylan try to change Adrianna's
diaper. She kicked and she fussed, but finally after 3 minutes of Adrianna
throwing a fit, he finally changed her diaper. I smiled and told him that
I fixed lunch... I took Adrianna in my arms and walked into the kitchn
with his arms around my waist.
Finally me and Dylan McKay got the
happy ending... it's about time.
I mean, geez, I waited long enough
for his, after all our breakups, after all the tears, after all the anger
and sadness... me and Dylan finally got the happy ending, and indeed it
was happy.
The wedding had been the most beautiful
ceremony ever, everyone was there, well except mom and dad. Dad didn't
really agree with me on Dylan and mom, well she did whatever dad told her
to do. So they didn't come to the wedding, but Brandon walked me
down the aisle and gave me away, better then my father ever could.
Brandon was the best wedding present
I could have gotten, I hadn't seen him in such a long time and just to
be able to see my brother's face was good enough but when he walked into
that church arm in arm with Andrea, I think my heart flew out of my chest.
Andrea and Brandon... were finally an item... no the world hasn't ended
yet.
Donna and David were there, Steve
and his wife Janet with their little girl Maddie was there, Kelly was there...
everyone was there.
And then after a few months after
a honeymoon, I was pregnant with Adrianna and now here we are... two years
later down the road and things couldn't be better.
Like I said... about time.
