As a special treat since it took me SO long to update, and chapter 3 was especially short, here's chapter 4 for you!

I improved a little history between Brandon and Brenda and also between Dylan and Brenda. Another little side note: When Dylan went to Palm Springs to pick up Brenda, she DIDN'T confess her love for him.

Also, in the first chapter I wrote that Brenda had brown eyes and I was corrected that she had green/hazel-y eyes. I apologize, for some reason; I was thinking that she had brown.

Chapter 4

Later in Brenda and Brandon's bathroom…

"What's really going on between you and Kelly?" Brenda almost questioned her other half immediately as she leaned up against the bathroom counter.

"What's really going on between you and Dylan?" Brandon fired back just as fast as she had while he rummaged through his drawers for his comb.

Rolling her eyes she opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out his comb for him. Quickly she came up with a way to avoid talking about Dylan and about Kelly, so she offered him a truce.

"You know Brandon, I won't ask you questions about Kelly if you don't ask me questions about Dylan,"

Brandon took a few minutes to weigh the offer as he combed his hair. Finally he decided that it was probably a pretty good idea that neither of them talk about what was going on in their love lives at the moment, he agreed.

"Deal," he paused, "Now tell me about this good news you have?"

Brenda took a huge breath to prepare for hitting her brother with the news that she wasn't going to be around for the summer.

"Do you remember before you left, I told you that I went to see Roy Randolph?" she asked him.

He nodded his head. He remembered her saying that she was going to meet him, but they hadn't had the chance to talk further because he left early the next morning to go to Washington.

"He offered me a place in the summer program at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts," she said quickly and in one breath. She squeezed her eyes shut so not to see the reaction on his face.

"As in London?" he questioned rather calmly.

"As in London," she confirmed, letting the relief lift from her shoulders that she had at least told him. Now she just had to wait for his reaction. She knew that with huge news, Brandon sometimes had delayed reactions. After it had sunk in for a few minutes, that's when it really hit him.

"And I take it you're going," he didn't even asked, he just concluded. He couldn't hide the sadness in his voice. They had only spent one entire summer away from each other and that was when they were eight years old at summer camp. Even then, they were just across the lake from each other. He wasn't really counting when she went to Paris, because she was only gone for three weeks.

"I leave right after finals," she said with as much conviction as she could possibly muster. She wasn't going to lie and say that she wasn't scared, because she was terrified. She decided that she would just have to take a huge breath and jump.

He nodded his head, and finally spoke after several tension filled moments of silence.

"Okay, so I'm re-nigging on our deal; is that why you and Dylan-?" he questioned.

"I guess I didn't want to go to London, without ever knowing what might have been," Brenda shrugged and answered openly. She crossed her arms and the awkward silence grew between them again.

Brandon could tell that she was wondering about him and Kelly, but he waited until she actually asked him, just to drive her a little more nuts. Unfortunately, for him, it didn't work. She returned to their present subject: London.

"So are you even going to miss me?" she playfully asked him.

"You know, I'm having a strange sense of déjà vu, didn't we go through this last year?" he asked her mockingly. It was his way of saying that either she would chicken out at the last second, or she would come home before the summer was over.

She simply shook her head with a smile on her lips. She just didn't know what to do with Brandon sometimes. Glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was about six in the afternoon. She was supposed to meet Dylan in a half an hour at his house.

"Oh god, Brandon! Go! I have to be at Dylan's in a half hour!" she exclaimed trying to rush him out of the bathroom and into his room.

"Do Mom and Dad know?" he questioned her, already knowing the answer.

"What do you think?"

"I think you better come up with your own excuse," he told her.

"Look, I'm not going to tell Mom and Dad that something is going on between me and Dylan until WE know what's going on between us," she explained to him, trying to convince him.

He nodded his head and mumbled, "okay," before he shut his door so she could have some privacy. She simply rolled her eyes at him and went on her way, finishing her make-up and checking her out-fit before she headed out the door to see Dylan.

She made one quick pit stop in her room first. She rummaged through her jewelry box and found what she was looking for. Her face beamed as she stared at what she held in hand. She closed the lid to her jewelry box and headed out the door.

At Dylan's…

Brenda arrived at Dylan's almost right on time. She always believed that if you were early, you were on time. If you were on time, you were late. She knocked on his door a few times before she heard his voice distantly saying, "Coming!"

She checked her hair once or twice before he reached the door. He opened the door and kept his left arm up on the side of the door, to lean on. He glanced at her, up and down. As he was checking her out, she couldn't help but smile brightly. She had forgotten how special he had made her feel once upon a time. When he looked at her, it was like, she was the only one in the room and there was no one else. She knew that that was how she had always looked at Dylan.

"You look great," he complimented her, as he held his arm out to invite her inside.

She took the two steps it took to enter his house. He closed the door behind her and put his arms around her from behind. With his nose right by her ear, he whispered to her, "What's that smell? You smell incredible, almost good enough to eat,"

She slightly blushed and answered, "Its cherry vanilla,"

"Who gave it to you?" he asked as the innocence of the situation quickly left them and it turned incredibly sensual and sexual.

Brenda was a little stung that he didn't remember. Though she could hardly blame him it had been a few years since he had given it to her, but she still expected him to remember something that he had given her.

"You did,"

"I did?" he inquired, clearly not remembering that he had given her this sweet smelling perfume.

She nodded her head and unhooked herself from his arms so she could turn around and face him. He could see the hurt in her eyes that he didn't remember. She simply placed her hand near her collar bone and played with a necklace. She pulled it out from underneath her shirt and asked him with slight anger in her voice, "Do you even remember this?"

He immediately recognized the necklace. It was the other half of the heart necklace he had given to her during their first Christmas together. He had figured that when they had broken up and she had put all of the stuff he had given her out in garage, she had put that out there with it. He assumed wrong.

"Of course I remember that Bren,"

"Well thank god for that," she threw in a slight jab.

Dylan realized that he deserved that one. He scratched his head and offered her a seat on his couch or on his chair. She took the couch. He plopped right down next to her and placed his hand on her knee.

"Look, I know how I feel about you. You know how I feel about you. What we don't seem to have in this equation is how you feel about me," She started off immediately. "I mean, you tell me that you want me after we made love last night and you asked me not to go to London, but yet, at the airport you looked like you wanted to tear Brandon's head off for being with Kelly, and then you barely say two words to me the rest of the day! Do you want to have a relationship with me or don't you? Which is it?"

"Brenda," he started to say before she interrupted him.

"Do you want to just be friends or friends with benefits or do you want all of me? Tell me!" she slightly demanded.

"If you would stop talking I could!" he slightly snapped. He saw the guilty look on her face and said what he needed to say, "Bren, you will always be a part of me, a part of my soul, and I think that that part of me has never stopped loving you,"

"I'm taking that as a 'yes"," she concluded hopefully.

He only nodded his head with a big smile on his face. The look on Brenda's face could only be compared to a six year old on Christmas morning. It was like she had just gotten everything she had ever wanted.

She sauntered up to him and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled at him and knew that she was on cloud nine. She had never been happier then she was at that very moment.

"Instead of picking up where we left off, how about we start fresh?" she suggested.

Those words were music to his ears. He got the feeling that there was a slight catch. Looking down at her, he tried to see if she was hiding something. He had always been able to read her like a book. He saw it instantly.

"You haven't told your parents have you!"

"And what would you have liked me to tell them Dylan?" she requested of him sarcastically, "That I might or might not get back together with my ex-boyfriend!"

"Well I don't know Bred, you might have mentioned SOMETHING!" he raised his voice, "To make matters even better, it's not like Jim and I are on the best of terms right now,"

She had to slightly laugh, "And when have you and Jim been on the best of terms? I'm sorry I must have missed that whole day,"

He looked at her knowingly, getting her point, he could only say one thing, "Touché,"

TBC…