Hey guys! I am heading off to college on Saturday and I don't know the next time I will be able to write out a full chapter, so I wanted to send out one more! I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 6

The ride to and from the bank was filled with nothing but complete silence. The air was awkward and Brenda picked up on that immediately. In their entire relationship, she had never felt awkward around Dylan. It had always felt natural. Even when they had made love for the first time, it was- right.

Brenda didn't dare say a word to Dylan until they were in the privacy of his own home. She didn't recognize the look on his face. She had never seen him look so pissed off, so heart-broken and so betrayed at the same time. She could only wonder what exactly happened in that bank that made him look the way he was. She wasn't about to say something that might set him off on the road and cause him to lose control of his car. Though she found that rather unlikely, she didn't want to take a chance.

Dylan pulled into his driveway and up into his garage. He got out of the car, slammed his door shut and didn't utter a single word to Brenda. Slowly, she got out of his car, gently shut her door and entered his house. He was bent over his dining with his hands straining against the oak.

Brenda walked up to him and reached out her hand to touch his shoulder and offer her support, but thought twice about it. She didn't know what kind of mood Dylan was in or how he'd respond. She figured to wait and when he was ready, she would be there for him.

Until that time came, she walked into his kitchen and looked in his fridge and his cupboards to see what he had to eat. She was starving! She hadn't had time to eat at The Pit earlier and she needed food in her! Seeing that her best option was going to be eggs, she pulled out the carton from the fridge and a cereal bowl from his top cupboard.

Fifteen minutes and two pieces of toast later, Brenda was stuffed! She took one last gulp of the juice she had poured for herself and went to clean up. After she washed her dishes and dried them, she put them back where they belonged and walked back out into Dylan's living area.

There he was. He was just sitting on his couch with that same damned look on his face. She took a large breath and sat down next to him. Taking a chance, she placed her hand gently on his knee, and looked up at him.

He simply crumbled. Leaning into her shoulder he took her in his arms, lifted her into his lap and let everything out while holding onto her as tight as he could. She could only hold him in return and whisper sweet nothing's into his ear. She ran her fingers through his hair to try and calm him. It slightly worked. She pulled herself back to look at him and quietly she told him, "I'm here for you,"

She wasn't sure how long she was in Dylan's arms, it could have been minutes, hours, merely seconds, but it felt like forever. She could have stayed there forever too. Despite the crap that always seemed to affect them, when they were in each other's arms, it never mattered. The outside world wasn't real then, only the other was. Only the intensity, the passion, the love, was real.

"They stole it, Bren," he muttered softly while his face was buried in her neck.

She was confused, "Who stole what Dylan?" she asked calmly and rationally.

He jerked his head as he looked up at her. Gently he pushed her off of his lap and paced around his living room. She could tell that he was debating something, she just didn't know what.

"Dylan?" she asked gently.

He looked at her and looked like he had made up his mind about whatever he was debating.

"Bren, you need to get out of here," he said with conviction.

"Dylan! Tell me what is going on!" She was a bit more aggressive. To hell with what was the matter with him, now she was just worried about him and he didn't look rational.

"Bren!" He argued back yelling at her.

"Dylan! Tell me what the HELL is going on!" she demanded.

He opened the door with his hand and stared at her. She got up off the couch and walked up to him. She looked him deep in his eyes and saw that they were emotionless. They looked nearly black, not the chocolate-brown color she would drown herself in. Honestly, she got a little afraid of him. Without another word, she walked out of his house. As soon as she was out, he slammed the door shut.

She turned at the sudden loud noise and saw him pace around his house again. Finally his eyes drifted to his table. He staring at his keys that he had set there earlier. He scratched his head and then grabbed them. She quickly hid herself and watched him jump into his car. He pulled out his driveway rather quickly and she could only hope that wherever he was going, he wouldn't be gone long.

Ten minutes later, he still hadn't come back. Brenda became impatient so she started to walk home. It was a good fifteen to twenty minute walk back to her house. "Oh joy," she thought sarcastically.

Finally she made it home and it was nearly ten o'clock at night. She dragged herself up to her room and she flopped on her bed. She let out a huge sigh and heard a knock on her door come from the bathroom.

"Yeah?" she called.

Brandon opened the door and saw his sister lying on her bed looking exhausted. He looked a bit worried.

"How's Dylan?" he asked.

If he could have seen her, she rolled her eyes and said, "Don't ask,"

"Trouble in paradise?" he asked slightly mockingly.

"More like trouble at the bank," she answered him honestly. She saw the look on her twin's face and sat up to explain herself further. "It was the oddest thing. We were at the Peach Pit to get something to eat and then he went to talk to Nat, he came back a few minutes later and we went to the bank. He came out of the bank and-" she stopped herself.

Feeling left on a cliffhanger, he prompted, "And what?"

"Brandon, I had never seen him look the way he looked in his car on the way back to his house from the bank. It was like his best friend had just taken out his bike without his permission and wrecked it,"

"So, pissed, sad and betrayed?" Brandon deduced.

"Basically yeah," she confirmed. "I must have been at his house with him for at least an hour and a half and suddenly, he just, fell apart. The only other time I had seen him fall apart like that, on such a high emotional level was on our first date and he ran into his father,"

"I'll have to try that out the next time I have a date," Brandon said trying to lighten the mood as he crossed her room and leaned against her dresser.

"Brandon! I'm serious! I thought that finally he was ready to talk about it and all he said was "they stole it," and that was it! The second I questioned what he was talking about, he threw me out of his house! I stayed behind and I saw him jump in his car and take off some place, but I didn't wait for him to come back," Brenda explained the situation with slight defeat in her voice.

She shook her head and wondered to herself, "Why can't Dylan and I EVER get a break when we're together?"

Brandon finally came over and sat next to her on her bed. He looked at her and told her with up-most confidence, "If he doesn't call in the next hour, I'll drive you over there to see if he's back,"

Brenda felt a tiny bit relieved. She hugged her brother and thanked him properly, "Thank you Brandon. It means a lot to me,"

"Hey, just remember you're not his only friend you know,"

"Yeah I know," she responded with a smile on her face.

Brandon was right, she wasn't Dylan's only friend. BUT, she was his only girlfriend. Plus, she had always believed that they could tell each other anything, even the bad stuff. Either she had been kidding herself for the past few years, or this was so huge, that "bad" didn't even begin to cover it.

One hour later…

"Brandon! Come on!" Brenda called up to Brandon from the bottom of the stairs. Dylan still hadn't called and she was getting a horrible feeling in her stomach. She just knew that something wasn't right, and she was going to find out what it was, with or without Brandon.

Brandon came down the stairs, slightly yawning, but still very much awake. "Look, I'm sure he's fine,"

Brenda responded, "I hope you're right". She said the words but something inside of her was telling her not to believe them. Brenda quietly opened the front door and they were as quiet as they could be exiting their driveway.

Brandon hit all of the lights, so they made it to Dylan's in five minutes flat. Dylan's car was in the driveway, so they both took that as a good sign. His lights were on, that was another check in the plus column.

Brenda walked up to his door and peeked inside. She saw Dylan passed out on his couch with several bottles of beer around him. She opened the door and raced to his side. Brandon simply walked into Dylan's house and didn't say a word as Brenda called out to Dylan to try and wake him back up.

"Dylan," she said to him. She looked back up at Brandon and wondered a loud, "God what is so horrible that would resort him back to drinking after being sober for two years?"

Brandon knew it was a rhetorical question but still he answered, "I don't know Bren. What ever it is, we're not gonna get any answers until he wakes up,"

Without asking, they both knew that neither one of them was going back home that night. They would both wait until morning when Dylan was conscious to find out what the hell was going on. Brandon sat down on Dylan's chair and thought, "Yep, this is going to be a LONG night,"

TBC…