4 There is no good timing

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AN: I am sooooo sorry about the delayed update. I just haven't been inspired to write. but in my defence this was done a few days ago but i haven't been able to uplode.But I'll do my best and hopefully it won't take as long for the next update. Please reweiw

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The next day She pretended to be asleep until he'd left for work. She didn't want to talk to him. Not yet. She was still angry with him. How he'd acted when it came to the money. She laid in her bed most of the morning going over her impressions from the previous days. Dylan coming back hadn't exactly been on top of her I believe this is going to happen list. But she knew him, she knew him like no one else did and she believed him when he said that this wasn't over. He was coming back, and he wasn't going to give up easily. This bothered her in so many ways, he had no right to come back after what he'd done and make such demands, but still there was this little part inside of her that hoped and prayed that he wouldn't stop. The same part that wanted to believe that he'd changed and if she went back to him things would be different.

It was almost noon when she dragged herself from the comfort of her bed and into the kitchen, more confused about her situation than before last night. The part inside her that believed Dylan grew stronger during the afternoon and with that the hope of once again living a quite normal life as Brenda Walsh.

Miriam? Are you home…..?

I'm in here…Brenda replied from the living room.

Hi …you were asleep when I left and I didn't want to wake you but we have to talk.

We do…?She said with a voice that was light years away from the apartment her body was sitting in.

Yeah…what happened last night Miriam? Why did you get so upset? Is it because..?

No! Do you see that painting over there?

Of course… we love that painting.

That's the problem. I don't.

Sure you do, you picked it out.

No, Miriam picked it out not me.

Then who are you if you're not Miriam? He said with a smile on his lips.

I don't know anymore, I forgot a long time ago. She answered without noticing his playful tone.

What are you talking about? You're starting to scare me…

Nothing, She said quickly, I just don't want to be here anymore. In the spotlight. Can't we just leave it? Please.

Nooo…

Why not? She said picking up the same argument they had had the night before.

I told you last night why.

Arrrgh I don't know you anymore, you have changed. She screamed at him.

I've changed? No if anyone has changed it's you…as long as I've known you, you have loved the spotlight and acting.

They had without realising it gotten out of the couch and were now standing in the middle of the living room screaming at each other.

You know what…? She yelled, I haven't changed that much maybe it's just you not paying enough attention. Maybe it's just you not noticing that I'm not happy with this lifestyle.

Maybe….there Jimmy was interrupted by the doorbell.

I'll get it.

Fine are you expecting company?

So what if I am?

She left the living room with those words and walked across the kitchen before reaching the front door. She knew who it was even before she opened the door.

Dylan…hi

Hi Bren, he said.

Who is it? Jimmy screamed from the living room.

It's for me.

Bad timing?

There is no good one. Come in.

No thanks Bren, I'll come back when you're not quite so busy.

Fine, she answered with no clue about how she felt about him being here. But she did know one thing and that was that it had been a long time since she'd felt butterflies in her stomach because of a simple kiss on her cheek, just like the one Dylan gave her before he left. What she didn'tnotice was Jimmy's jealous looks behind her as she closed the door.