N/A; A little introduction of this chapter, The Walsh family and Dylan have just gotten to London. Brenda introduced them to her roomies and then, she went off to work (she didn't tell where she was going). Dylan and Brenda have not talk about their situation…yet.

Disclaimer, I don't own BH90210, sadly…I'd be rich and I wouldn't have to be scratching my wallet to get more cds. Oh well…Too bad. Oh, by the way, the song is "If everyone cared" by nickelback. I know is a new band, but hey, who doesn't love them? You just have got to love them. Admit it!

Electricity

The Core

"From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you'd be mine
But here we are, we're here tonight"

"If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died"

Brenda smiled, sort of dancing with the song that was getting into her like a drug. She closed her eyes while she prepared a Mango Margarita, she was so used to it that she could have done it even if she was asleep. Luckily, during the week, the nightlife or nightology—as Jesse called it—was dead, or almost. She didn't have much work and that was why she enjoyed that job so much. The other reason why she was enjoying her job that much was that she got a chance to escape from everything. She took her jacket off, the temperature was gradually ascending while the music blasted her spirit. It was so loud that possessed everyone, and for some reason, everything seemed to be connected for once. People on the dance floor danced along with the slow song while she watched, not caring about not being dancing. People sitting at the tables tried to talk without words while the spell of the song got into them as much and it got into her. For a second, she wondered what was so horrible about those places. People playing pool and laughing, people dancing, all under the dark, all under the spell of good lyrics, impressive videos and confusing lights. All under the spell of the British night.

She glazed at this couple, the girl looked kind of like her, maybe a little bit younger, and he was kissing her softly while she was shaking. Brenda was sure that the girl was not old enough to be there but it seemed cruel to interrupt such a beautiful scene. The guy looked a lot like Dylan, which was funny, in a way. She had been thinking about him all day long since he got there in the morning. She had thought that she was going to jump to his arms as soon as he got out of the plain but no. When she saw him, she didn't feel…she didn't feel love. She felt, comprehension, appreciation. She felt homesick but she didn't feel what she used to feel when she saw her. However, everything reminded to him, it seemed like her brain had locked Dylan's memory deep down in her soul and allowed her to move on, and her heart, at the same time, was trying to keep Dylan alive.

"Having fun?" A well-known voice said behind her back. She turned around and saw Jesse. She gave him a weird look and he smiled.

"What are you doing here?" She asked trying not to sound rude.

"Well, I can't go home…I'm not supposed to live there, remember?" Jesse reminded her with a funny voice tone. "This is the only place I felt like going to"

Brenda smiled, glad that he was there. He sat down and stared at her with a funny look

"What?" She asked rather annoyed.

"Aren't you gonna put me a drink?"

"Only if you say please"

"Please?"

"Not convincing enough"

"Please, Princess Brenda"

"Ah, good boy" Brenda laughed giving him a beer. He drank slowly and put it down. "Funny huh?"

"What was that?" Brenda asked. She was cleaning up a coke that herself had knocked off earlier on. "I'm sorry I wasn't listening"

"Funny how you have everyone just running somewhere"

"What do you mean?" She stopped cleaning and stared at him. He looked extremely sexy that night, maybe it was because she was down, or maybe because, the lights made his white T-Shirt shine while his skin remained in the darkness. He opened his mouth trying to explain himself and Brenda laughed; his teeth were shiny too.

"Sorry," Brenda apologized.

"Don't apologize for laughing" Jesse laughed. "Do I look funny?"

"Yeah, you do"

"You too. Anyway, the running thing. Well, this kid, is obviously in love with you and he is running after you. You family is trying to get you back, and you, you are running away from all of them. You seem to be running towards them and then, suddenly, backing off" Jesse explained. "What happened that was so bad back in Beverly hills?"

"Nothing really. I mean, many things, I don't know Jesse, it just seems hard okay. You don't understand it"

"What about him?"

"Dylan?" Brenda guessed. "I don't know either"

"Well, what do you feel for him? Don't you love him?"

"I don't know. I thought I did, but now, everything seems so different" Brenda started thinking about it, and all of the sudden, it was like if a light had appeared in her mind. "You know what? Things are not different. They all look the same, it's me the one that's different. I've realized, I think…that, I'm not that person anymore, Jesse, I've changed" Brenda said that last thing having mixed emotions, part of her, was proud for the very first time since she had gotten there, part of her wanted to leave everything behind but in the other hand, she was scared of change.

"Scary huh?" Jesse asked.

"Terrifying"

"I think you're right thought. You know, some people…they have to fall in the past. Some people, touch us during a time of our life and give us good memories, and that's what we actually keep, the memories. You know, I'm not saying that you have to leave your family behind…."

"No, you are talking about Dylan" Brenda said rather hurt.

"Actually, yes"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I hate seeing you cry"

"If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died"

They stared at each other for a second and then, she got another order so she left, although, she wondered. Was Jesse right? Should she leave Dylan behind? She went back to her spot and Jesse was there, waiting for her. He was staring at his beer without drinking it, it was half empty—or half full. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out.

"Jesse" She called him.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you go home?" Brenda purposed.

"I thought you didn't want me around, you know, your parents"

"Screw them, they have to realize what I am, love me for who I am, if they don't want to realize that I'm happy in London, that I want to be an actress and that I live with the weirdest guys in the world, then they can get heading back to LA because I am not going anywhere. I'm old enough to do what they want me to do." Brenda explained not believing that she was actually saying that stuff.

"That's the wisest thing you've ever said Bren" Jesse said, getting up. He held her tightly and kissed her cheek. "See you at home"

"One more thing," She called out.

"Yeah?"

"Don't be too hard on Dylan okay? He is…Dylan, and whether I like it or not he is a big part of my life" Brenda said. "I just don't know how big"

Jesse smiled. "It's okay. I'll be a nice guy, just for you" He winked.

"Thanks"

The rest of the night went by really fast, as any other night at the club. Although, she thought the Mckay, the thing was, Jesse was right. Gradually, the club started to get emptier and emptier until there was no one there and it was time to close. She cleaned up everything, it took her nearly an hour and a half, said goodbye to the people working with her, grabbed her coat and left.

She liked the club because it was right in the center of London, it was cold and it seemed like it was going to rain but it felt oddly good outside. The night was so clear that she could see all the stars, the constellations. Some of them were brighter and bigger than others, she wondered, maybe the people were stars, and life, was the dome, and in her life, she was the one who gave them their size and brightness. She sat in a bench, tired to go home, tired to keep walking, while she saw him; Dylan. He noticed her and waved her. She waved back.

He was wearing a sweatshirt with the hood over his head and jeans. "I was looking for you…but after 3 o'clock I sorta gave up. I was just walking around…" he explained.

"I just got off work"

"At six in the morning?"

Brenda laughed. "I work in a club"

"A real club, with alcohol and all?" Dylan asked amazed. "I didn't know you were such a party girl" He joked.

She gave him a friendly punch and they both laughed. "I like it, actually"

"Brenda" He suddenly said, getting more serious. "What are we?"

"Dylan I…" Brenda stared saying. "I have changed"

"I know you have, but so have I"

"Not like me. Dylan, everything is too different"

"It doesn't have to be different. You can move back…"

"No!" Brenda almost yelled. "Absolutely not"

"What's so good about his place?"

"Do you really want to know?" Brenda asked getting mad.

"Of course"

"You guys are not here" She stated.

Dylan stared at her without believing what she was saying. "what's the problem with us? You loved Beverly hills"

"Did I?" Brenda asked. "I don't know Dylan. It's not that I don't love Beverly hills, it's just, I love this more" Brenda explained looking around the deserted place. "Look around Dylan, the buildings, the places, this is magical. I can't give it up"

"What about us?"

"What's up with us?"

"You tell me! I'm the one who crossed the world to get you back!" Dylan exploded.

"You had two whole years to get me back Dylan, now, it's just late"

"What are you saying?" He asked without believing it. "Come on Bren, give us a shot!"

"Why?" She honestly asked. "Dylan, you always…it's always about you, you know? You are with me until you decide to go with someone else, and then, if you want your ex back, you just go to her door and get her back. It's always about what you feel Dylan, always about you…You get hurt, and you blame the other. It's not your fault Dylan, I loved you, I really did" Brenda was about to cry, and so was Dylan.

"You are the one thing I won't give up!" Dylan shook his head.

"I've already given you up" Brenda said, "Just let me go Dylan, let me go"

"NO!" Dylan denied. "I love you"

"Then let me go. Go back to Kelly…or whoever"

"It's you the one I want"

"You are not the one I want"

"Who do you want then, the pretty boy?" Dylan asked hurt.

"I want myself, at least, for a while"

"Liar!" Dylan stood up. "How can you not feel anything for me if I have been thinking about you, every night, every day…"

"You Dylan, You!" Brenda said. "I thought about you too, too much, I've realized I don't love you anymore!"

"But I can't let you go!" Dylan whined. "Please don't leave me. Please Brenda please, don't leave me, please!"

"There is nothing to leave" Brenda said standing up. "I'll see you in the morning…" She said this last thing and walked away.

"Don't!" He begged.

She didn't listen, she was already gone far out of reach.