AN: thanks for all the reviews. I noticed that a lot of you would like longer chapters, so I'll do my best. Also fell free to come with suggestions to the story even if I already have the basic storyline ready.
I Love You My Friend
He tried to speak but not a single word came out. So he just stood there looking at her, sipping in every little detail he could see. He couldn't believe how beautiful she'd become in just the last six months, even if she had gained some weight her eyes had a new sparkle he'd never seen before.
She must be very happy; he thought to himself, why am I here?? Because you love her, you love her more than anyone else could.
-Dylan..., her low whisper broke the silence that had occurred between them, what are you doing here??
-Hi, he answered, can I come in??
Still recovering from the chock of seeing him again after all this time, Brenda just stepped aside while Dylan entered the huge apartment in central London. In silence they walked into the kitchen and sat down.
-I Love you...he said and broke the awkward silence that had occurred between them again,
-Dylan...she began but he interrupted her quickly
-Wait; just hear me out, I Love You, Brenda Walsh. I want you to come back to me, to come home with me.
-Dylan, I can't. It's too hard. Too complicated.
-Why? Because of that guy, are you still going out with him?
-No, it's complicated because of us, Dylan. Do you know how many times I hoped you would come back to me. You never did. It's to late now. I thought I made that clear in New York.
-The note you mean?
-Yeah...You hurt me so many times; I wouldn't survive being left like that again. We had our chance Dylan. It's over. You left me, remember? When you left London you left us, Dylan. There's no way back now.
-And what about New York then? We had an amazing time there, together, or maybe it didn't matter to you, Bren? Is that why you left? Look me in the eyes and say that you don't love me. That you'll never love me again, and I will go. Never come back, I swear.
-It's not about that Dylan. You left me. How could I ever trust you again? And Kelly?
-What about Kelly?
-You told me about her in New York. Where is she now? Did you leave her to?
-I never went back...
-What?
-After New York, Bren. I never went back to Beverly Hills. You showed me in just a few hours what life could be like. I decided not to go back to Beverly Hills, to her. Not again. It's not love with her, it never was. It was just timing. Two people looking for love so desperately that they made it up. It doesn't work, not for long. I hope you know that Brenda.
-I think you better go now, Good Bye Dylan.
-This isn't over Bren, I'll come back. Because I know that even if I don't deserve you, I Love You. In the same way I know you love me. And that's the kind of love you can not run or hid from, Brenda. It always finds you again. I know that now.
That night Brenda cried herself to sleep, thinking;
"It's true what he said. I do love him, more than anything. But I can't go back, not now. Maybe if it was just me but it's not. Not anymore. I just can't trust him not to leave again. And I have to think of Jimmy. He's great, caring and sweet. And when it's time he'll be a great father. He's really perfect, b-but he's not Dylan."
The next morning she woke up feeling guilty about her thoughts the night before. When Jimmy kissed her Goodbye after breakfast, she decided to keep Dylan out of her mind. She wasn't going to allow him to play games with it again. What she'd told him in the note was true, she kept repeating in her head over and over again. But as the day went along Dylan McKay occupied more and more of her thoughts. Then in the early afternoon the doorbell rang and ripped her straight out of her fantasies. Quickly she cleared her mind and went to the front door believing that it was Dylan. Determined to make him understand that she wouldn't take him back she opened the door. Stunned by the sight in front of her, she just stood there, with an open mouth...
When Brenda left Dylan in New York she left a note behind. This was mentioned earlier. The note read;
I'm sorry Dylan, but I have to go. Don't come after me. We won't work, because of you and because of me. Love doesn't matter, Dylan. Not anymore. It's too hard, too much history to work out. When I leave New York next week, I'll be leaving you and I won't come back. Not this time. Jimmy asked me to move in with him and I'm going to...He's a good man you know. Sweet and good to me and I know that he does love me...Brenda Walsh
I Love You My Friend
He tried to speak but not a single word came out. So he just stood there looking at her, sipping in every little detail he could see. He couldn't believe how beautiful she'd become in just the last six months, even if she had gained some weight her eyes had a new sparkle he'd never seen before.
She must be very happy; he thought to himself, why am I here?? Because you love her, you love her more than anyone else could.
-Dylan..., her low whisper broke the silence that had occurred between them, what are you doing here??
-Hi, he answered, can I come in??
Still recovering from the chock of seeing him again after all this time, Brenda just stepped aside while Dylan entered the huge apartment in central London. In silence they walked into the kitchen and sat down.
-I Love you...he said and broke the awkward silence that had occurred between them again,
-Dylan...she began but he interrupted her quickly
-Wait; just hear me out, I Love You, Brenda Walsh. I want you to come back to me, to come home with me.
-Dylan, I can't. It's too hard. Too complicated.
-Why? Because of that guy, are you still going out with him?
-No, it's complicated because of us, Dylan. Do you know how many times I hoped you would come back to me. You never did. It's to late now. I thought I made that clear in New York.
-The note you mean?
-Yeah...You hurt me so many times; I wouldn't survive being left like that again. We had our chance Dylan. It's over. You left me, remember? When you left London you left us, Dylan. There's no way back now.
-And what about New York then? We had an amazing time there, together, or maybe it didn't matter to you, Bren? Is that why you left? Look me in the eyes and say that you don't love me. That you'll never love me again, and I will go. Never come back, I swear.
-It's not about that Dylan. You left me. How could I ever trust you again? And Kelly?
-What about Kelly?
-You told me about her in New York. Where is she now? Did you leave her to?
-I never went back...
-What?
-After New York, Bren. I never went back to Beverly Hills. You showed me in just a few hours what life could be like. I decided not to go back to Beverly Hills, to her. Not again. It's not love with her, it never was. It was just timing. Two people looking for love so desperately that they made it up. It doesn't work, not for long. I hope you know that Brenda.
-I think you better go now, Good Bye Dylan.
-This isn't over Bren, I'll come back. Because I know that even if I don't deserve you, I Love You. In the same way I know you love me. And that's the kind of love you can not run or hid from, Brenda. It always finds you again. I know that now.
That night Brenda cried herself to sleep, thinking;
"It's true what he said. I do love him, more than anything. But I can't go back, not now. Maybe if it was just me but it's not. Not anymore. I just can't trust him not to leave again. And I have to think of Jimmy. He's great, caring and sweet. And when it's time he'll be a great father. He's really perfect, b-but he's not Dylan."
The next morning she woke up feeling guilty about her thoughts the night before. When Jimmy kissed her Goodbye after breakfast, she decided to keep Dylan out of her mind. She wasn't going to allow him to play games with it again. What she'd told him in the note was true, she kept repeating in her head over and over again. But as the day went along Dylan McKay occupied more and more of her thoughts. Then in the early afternoon the doorbell rang and ripped her straight out of her fantasies. Quickly she cleared her mind and went to the front door believing that it was Dylan. Determined to make him understand that she wouldn't take him back she opened the door. Stunned by the sight in front of her, she just stood there, with an open mouth...
When Brenda left Dylan in New York she left a note behind. This was mentioned earlier. The note read;
I'm sorry Dylan, but I have to go. Don't come after me. We won't work, because of you and because of me. Love doesn't matter, Dylan. Not anymore. It's too hard, too much history to work out. When I leave New York next week, I'll be leaving you and I won't come back. Not this time. Jimmy asked me to move in with him and I'm going to...He's a good man you know. Sweet and good to me and I know that he does love me...Brenda Walsh