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October 15th, 2003

Andy's birthday was in a couple of days and Brandon was working hard to try to make it a special one for her. She was turning thirty-five and that was a big deal.

Gracie was getting big herself. She was three months old and very loud. She never cried, but she cooed 24-7. She was getting beautiful red curls on top of her head. She was sitting up all by herself. Brandon was very proud of her.

"Help me with this, Issie." Brandon handed his daughter two bags from the back seat of the car. Isabella moaned.
"They're heavy, Daddy." She said.

"No they're not." Brandon chuckled as he grabbed three more bags. The two of them walked up the steps and inside. "put them in the kitchen."

"Kay." Isabella ran into the kitchen and threw the bags on the table, "I'm gonna play with Chandler! Bye!" She bolted out the door.

"Be back for dinner!!" Brandon yelled. He went to the fridge and saw a note from Andy.

Love,

Took Gracie to see Ella. Be back for dinner.

Andy

"So dinner is up to me." He sighed and began to unpack the groceries he bought. Brandon stopped when he heard banging above his head. What was that? He left the kitchen and walked up the stairs. he stopped at the top of the stairs and listened.

"Oh god." Ethan groaned. Brandon heard the springs of his bed squeak. The blood inside of him began to boil.

"Eth....oh...." A girl began to moan. Brandon held onto the railing tightly. Ethan was having sex. "OH! GOD!"

"Baby!" Ethan groaned loudly. Then everything was silent.

"Son of a bitch." Brandon stalked down the hallway and burst into his son's room, "Get out of bed!"

"Dad!" Ethan fell off the bed and grabbed his bathrobe. The girl looked no older than fifteen. That made him even more pissed.

"Get up!" Brandon yelled, "You're sixteen years old! You're not having sex."

"I am to." Ethan stood up after he got his boxers on.

"I am so sorry." The girls pulled on a shirt and attempted to leave, but Brandon stopped her.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Dad, leave her alone." Ethan said, "Let her go."

"What is your name?" Brandon repeated. The girl looked mortified.

"Tori." She whispered. Brandon narrowed his eyes.
"Do you have a last name, Tori?" he asked. She nodded slowly.

"It's Tori Perkins, Sir. I am sorry for this." Tori said. "May I go now?" Brandon nodded.
"Ethan and I are walking you home." Brandon threw Ethan a shirt and looked at Tori, "Is your father Troy Perkins?"

"Yes, Sir." She said. Brandon smiled. This was going to be great. He'd see troy for the first time in years and tell him his son was fucking his daughter.

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Tori led the boys up the pathway to an old run down house. Brandon frowned. The roof needed replacing and the house needed painting. The lawn was over groan. It was a pigsty and Tori was obviously embarrassed about it.

"We're here." She whispered and walked them in, "Daddy?"

"In here, sweetheart." Troy was in the kitchen. Brandon followed them and almost burst out laughing. Troy was bald and fat. Perfect, he thought. Troy looked at him.
"Daddy, Mr. Walsh needs tot talk to you." Tori whispered.

"Brandon Walsh..." Troy said.

"This isn't some reunion visit." he looked around, "This is about your daughter."

"Tori? What did Tori do?" Troy asked.

"My son." Brandon said. Troy frowned deeply.

"Daddy, I'm sorry." She said.

"Get in your room right now." Troy said. Tori looked at Ethan sadly, "NOW!!" Tori began to cry and she ran to her room. Troy looked at Ethan, "If I ever see you around-"

"Don't start, Troy. This is as much Tori's fault as it is Ethan's." Brandon said. "You watch your daughter and I'll watch my son."

"Fine." Troy growled.

"Come on." Brandon pulled Ethan out. As soon as they were outside and away from Troy, Brandon smacked the back of Ethan's head. "You are so grounded. No basket ball after school. No Football after school. No Tori. No friends. In your room until further notice. You're too young to be having sex. I hope at least you were using a condom."

"We weren't." Ethan muttered and walked ahead of Brandon before he could hit him again. Brandon resisted the urge or beating Ethan. Having sex without a condom would be the death of Ethan. Andy was going to flip.

October 30th, 2003

Michael and Clark sat on the beach looking out to the ocean. Clark puffed on a cigarette and Michael chuckled.

"Stef would flip if she saw you smoking." He said.

"Well, Mrs. D. isn't here now is she, Mikey boy?" Clark chuckled.

"It's your life." Michael said. Clark smiled.
"Do you ever think when you look out onto the horizon that you'll see one eyed Willie's ship?" He asked. Mike shook his head.

"No because I know it sunk off the coast." He chuckled. "In fact, my department is talking about bringing it up to look at the artifacts."

"That's cool." Clark handed Mike the cigarette and he began to smoke it, "You know, Lizzie is going to flip if she sees you smoking." Mike chuckled.

"I know." He said. They heard footsteps behind them. Mike immediately put out the cigarette.

"Hiding from someone?" A man asked. Clark turned around and saw that man was Lawrence.

"Holy shit." Clark and Michael jumped up, "What are you doing here??"

"Sasha and I moved here." He said. Mike's eyes widened.

"From Australia?" He asked, "I'm sorry to say that you got the short end of the stick." Lawrence chuckled.

"We got fired from the soap opera." He said. "We decided to come here and start fresh."

"Doing what?" Clark asked.

"We're going to start our own studio." he said, "The whole deal, movie production and soap opera productions. Want a job?" Michael laughed hugging his friend.

"No, but you've got some backing if you need it." He said.

"Welcome home." Clark said.

"Thanks." Lawrence said.

"Man," Clark began to smile brightly, "The Goonies are back. All of us and our mini Goonies live in the same town."

"God, Astoria is really in trouble." Lawrence laughed. "Come on, Let me show you our studio we just bought."

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"Lizzie!" Michael yelled when he ran into the house.

"Hush up! Dylan is sound asleep!" Elizabeth said walking up to her husband. She frowned deeply and smacked his chest, "you've been smoking!"

"No I haven't." he said.

"Bull shit!" Elizabeth cried, "You've been smoking! I can smell it on you."

"I smoked one." he said, "But who cares. Chunk is back in town."

"I know." Elizabeth turned and walked into the kitchen, "Sasha and I had lunch together. It'll be nice to have another girlfriend in town."

"You're telling me." Michael sat down grinning from ear to ear. The Goonies were back together. Nothing could be better than that.

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