Chapter 2 I Think I Just Died

I freaking love California. Did I say that already? The weather, the clothes, the palm trees, the beach. We had officially lived in L.A. for just about two weeks and I never wanted to leave. Beverly Hills made Minneapolis look like hell. Don't get me wrong I was protective over my home town but this…place was something from a TV show. I still felt a bit out of my element though. My new friends, Kelly and Donna were filthy rich and hanging out with them even for 2 seconds reminding me how much I didn't fit in. Their clothes were amazing and they had the money to buy whatever they wanted. It was unnerving really, but they were nice and we had a couple classes together. Kelly the sort of leader of the small clique I had affiliated with was beautiful, blond and very popular. She had befriended me right away and began filling me in about who everybody who was anybody was at school. One of the first people she had something to say about was no other than my secret crush, Dylan McKay…Mr. Sex appeal I called him in my head. She went on and on about him, how rich he was, how popular he was, how much of a loner he was. She mentioned that there was a rumor going around about him and some French girl. He supposedly knocked her up and she added he had more conquests than someone double our age. She talked about him with a bit of bitterness too. She didn't exactly say it out loud but I imagined she had tried to sink her claws into him but he had rejected her. She fixed it though by playing it off saying she would never have been serious with a player such as McKay anyway. This news about my crush made me sad. I had creative writing and health with Dylan and he continued to eye fuck the shit out me and flirt with me shamelessly since I had met him a couple weeks ago. Dylan was not like anyone I had ever met before, he was the same age as me but there was a maturity and confidence about him that you didn't see much with boys our age. He was cocky but not in a way that put you off, he had more of a sure of himself kind of attitude that I personally found it incredibly sexy. He screamed sex appeal. He was average in height and thin, he had amazing expressive dark eyes. His hair was always done perfectly yet screamed he didn't try hard, he had that James Dean look down pat. He had a perfect jaw, a painfully perfect structured face, a perfect nose and the sexiest side burns I had ever seen. He wore simple clothes, white t-shirts and jeans mostly, sometimes he would sport those baggy surfer boy pants that always had fun prints on them. Other times he wore neat casual button downs, un-tucked with a few buttons undone to show off the white t-shirt underneath. He was a god, a sex god. His looks, his voice, his half smile made my vagina tingle and my stomach flip. Hearing he was popular with the girls from Kelly wasn't a surprise, I personally had only had one boyfriend in my life and I had never gone all the way. But one night alone with Dylan McKay I was sure my pants would be around my ankles without him even having to ask twice. It wouldn't even matter if he never talked to me again. Being sexed up by Dylan McKay actually invaded my dreams. I felt like a slut when I was anything but and I was sure if the situation was actually presented before me I may chicken out, but that's what fantasy's were about, right?

It was Friday and my second favorite part of the day was about to happen. I had Health 7th period and Mr. Sex sat by me. The amazing thing was in this class we didn't have desks, it was set up with tables so he was so close to me I could smell him. I had never had a crush like this, a lusting need for someone like Dylan in which he probably flirted with me just to humor me. I was most definitely not his type. I pictured blonde bombshells, with body's like super models. Not girls like me, plain and ordinary. With nothing special clothes, boring brown hair and really no experience in the dating world to set me apart of the whores he probably normally dated. I made my way to class and as I walked in I saw Mr. Sex at our table…our, I sighed. Dylan McKay was only a fantasy to me, even if I had the chance to be with him or hang out with him I was sure he was the love them and leave them type and he would ultimately probably just break my heart in so many pieces I wouldn't be able to put it together again. He looked up from his book and caught my eyes looking at him. He smiled and motioned his head to the seat next to him, my seat. Jesus I think I just died. That smile must have women taking their clothes off in an instant. I walked over with some confidence in my step and slid into the seat.

"Hey beautiful…I missed you." he said with that smile as he leaned into the table holding his head up with his palm and elbow.

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls." I said with a playful roll of my eyes.

He laughed, "Maybe." I looked at him and hoped he didn't see the sadness that appeared on my face. He leaned in close to my ear and his warm breath and masculine scent caused my breath to hitch. "But I only mean it when I say it to you." he whispered. Oh Fuck, I need to change my panties. This guy was beyond smooth.

I laughed more uncomfortably than flattered, he was such a liar, "I just saw you 1st period." He smiled shyly and looked at the table, he was so cute, "But…you do know how to flatter the ladies." I joked.

The look he gave me was one that confused me, he looked like I had stolen his puppy or something. Was my joke not humorous? He looked so serious. "What does that mean?" he asked quietly.

"What does what mean?"

"You said I know how to flatter the ladies…what did you mean?" he kept that serious look and his eyebrows furrowed. It took everything I had not to run my fingertips across it to smooth it out.

"Don't think I haven't heard about you." He looked down sadly and bit down on his lip and it looked like it was hard. Without thinking my fingers were on his lips as I gently pushed it from in between his teeth.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes, "Don't do that…you'll cut it you were biting so hard." My eyes stayed on his lips.

He took a deep breath looking to the front of the classroom; it was obviously done to break the tension between us. "So what did you hear about me? It probably wasn't all true." He looked back at me and smiled.

I shrugged, "Just that you are kind of a player…you have tons of girlfriends but you have never had a serious relationship, you drive a Porsche, you live in a hotel, you are trouble and…never mind." I looked down at my notebook and started doodling.

"Oh come on…you have to tell me now. You cant just lead in like that and then say never mind."

"I don't want you to be mad at me." I said seriously.

"Oh come on…I never get mad." He smiled.

I stared at him trying to determine if I could actually tell him, I wanted to know, "Ok I'll tell you…on one condition."

He shrugged, "Ok, What's the condition?"

"I'll tell you…but you have to promise not to get mad and you have to tell me something true that no one else knows about you…and you have to tell me which of those rumors are true and which are not."

He smiled again, "That sounds like more than one condition." His smile honestly made me melt.

"That's the deal…take it or leave it." I said playfully.

"Alright…well…I do have a Porsche, I don't have a girlfriend which would mean I don't have many either. Nope I have never had a serious relationship, I do live in a hotel and about me being trouble…maybe misunderstood is a better word." He winked at me.

"About you being a player?" I added, he seemed to skip over that one.

He shrugged, "I don't purposely hurt girls, I think I just haven't found one worth the effort…until now maybe." His smile faded as he looked deeply into my eyes. I cleared my throat and looked down. "Something that no one knows about me?" He thought about it and looked toward the ceiling; it didn't take long as he leaned into me. This time he didn't lean close to my ear but stayed inches from my face. I swallowed hard and held still, "I love poetry…I love reading it, I love writing it. No one knows that about me not even my parents."

Jesus I was in love. "That's cool." I tried to act nonchalant even though I had just fallen in love with him. "I love poetry too…Browning…Keats…Byron…Shakespeare, it's all really romantic."

He stared at me and for a second I could have sworn he could see right through me, in that moment I was sure he knew I wanted him, he knew I loved him, he knew everything, "Will you marry me?" he asked seriously.

I laughed out loud, "You are too much." I shook my head.

He laughed too, " I think I just met my soul mate…you just named all the poets that are my favorite." He said playfully.

I didn't know what to say, I shrugged, "What can I say? I'm every guys dream." I joked.

"I'll say." He murmured so quietly I wasn't sure I was supposed to hear. "So…the never mind comment…you can tell me now."

"I heard you got a girl pregnant in France…is that true?" I asked shyly, I couldn't believe I was actually telling him the rumor going around school about him.

He laughed so loud other classmates looked back at us, "Are you serious? Oh man that's funny."

I smiled, "Well at least you aren't mad?" I said with a smile.

"Mad…that's too ridiculous to be something that would make me mad."

"So it's untrue? There is no possible way?" I am not sure why I wanted to know but I wanted to know everything about him.

He shook his head, "No that's not true…at least I hope not." My face must have mirrored horrified because he set his hand on my knee and leaned into me, "I'm kidding." he whispered.

Our health teacher had walked in at that moment and I was kind of glad. Talking about sex with Dylan made me uncomfortable; he didn't have to tell me directly to know he had been there before. I could definitely dream about sex with Dylan but talking about it…not so much. It made me blush and suddenly I felt hot. I caught a few glances at him and he looked at me as well. He smiled that sexy smirk and looked down and began writing. After a moment he slowly slid the piece of paper my way.

Did those things you heard about me scare you?

I smiled and wrote back.

No…why? I slid it back to him.

No reason, I just wouldn't want you to be.

Why? Hey I was brave today why stop now?

He smiled without looking at me as he wrote, maybe I shared enough of my secrets with you today. I mean what would we talk about Monday? He quietly chuckled.

So it's a secret is it?

Maybe

No hint? I get nothing huh?

Let's just say I wouldn't want you to be turned off by me and leave it at that.

Hmmm was it possible that Mr. Sexy liked me? No way, he could have any girl he wanted. He was a player and he liked playing games.

We spent the remainder of the class writing notes, chit chat mostly, I had no freaking idea about what the lecture was about. I was only paying attention to my future husband. I sighed dreamily as I recited my new name in my mind…Mrs. Dylan Mckay…Brenda McKay…I loved it. It fit prefect. I was giddy to the extreme. The bell rang letting us out of our last class and I lingered and walked with Dylan into the hallway.

"So…any fun plans this weekend?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing too crazy…going to help a friend work on his car tomorrow…maybe a movie…you?"

I made a face remembering, "I have to baby-sit tomorrow night."

He gave me the sweetest smile I had seen from him yet, I wasn't sure that was even possible, "Sounds glamorous…lucky kid though."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Yeah totally glamorous." There was an uncomfortable silence between us, "So…I guess I'll see you Monday."

He nodded and stared at me, "Yeah Monday." He repeated.

I froze as he slowly leaned into me again, I was ready for his hot breath on my ear but I wasn't prepared for what really came. I almost fainted as his lips kissed the sensitive area below my ear. "It will be a long weekend." He whispered and just like that he walked away. Oh fuck, he drove me crazy. Damn tease. Whatever Dylan's motives were with me, at that moment in time I couldn't care less. I'd take whatever he gave me.

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I was babysitting in four hours and I could not, would not survive the night with out Dirty Dancing. It was the movie that I always watched when I was bored and depressed. It was fall here in Beverly Hills and it was 92 degrees today. 92 fucking degrees, it was crazy to say the least. I had talked to one of my best friends in Minnesota the other day and they were having freezing rain. I would take the 92 degrees with gusto but in Minnesota in the late fall and Winter we hibernated and here there just wasn't going to be a season I could sulk and be depressed in. A season when it was ok to wear baggy clothes and have that extra scoop of ice cream, nope not in L.A., not in 92 degree weather, not in the city when it was bathing suit season year round. I needed dirty dancing like I needed air. After having to go to three different video stores to find it, I had my go to movie and I had gotten out of a potential double blind date from hell with Kelly's dweeb cousin. Two weeks in Beverly Hills and the only date I had even gotten close to go on was a blind date with Kelly's cousin that by the sounds of him, he had maybe never had a girl that was even a friend. He spent his days reading comic books and collecting bugs. Sorry Kelly…I don't like you that much.

I was exhausted and sweaty as I walked toward my house. Thank god the video stores were close by cause I decided to walk and I was sweating like a pig. All I wanted was to lay down and relax, preferably in nothing but my bra and underwear, until I had to be at the Ross's. I was wearing short jean shorts and a t-shirt and even that was too much clothes. It was miserable out. Could I be getting weather spoiled? Holy shit if my friends from home heard me now.

A I walked up the long driveway of our new Beverly Hills home I noticed my brother Brandon working on his car. He was wiping off a tool with a towel as depressing 90's rock blared from a near by radio.

I dramatically flung myself into the side of the car, "Where is winter already?" I whined.

"Who needs winter…this is great." Brandon said with a smile.

"I do…I need a season I can sulk and be depressed in." I repeated my earlier thought.

He rolled his eyes at me, "Don't tell me, you're babysitting tonight and every video store was out of Dirty Dancing?"

I smiled, my twin brother knew me too damn well, "You know I had to go to 3 different places to find it."

"You are so predictable Bren…you must have it memorized by now."

"Braaaaaandon…Steeeeeve." my mother called from the back door as she held up the cordless phone.

"Be right there." Brandon called out. He gave me one last smile.

"Whatever gets me through the night…isn't that what you always say?" I yelled behind him as he laughed and held up his hand in agreement as he disappeared into the kitchen.

I was about to head inside but at that moment I heard the sound of wheels roll across the concrete. It startled me and I jumped a little seeing a male quickly wheel himself out from under my brother's car. He smiled at me and brought both hands behind his head as his eyes slowly traveled up my body checking me out.

"That's what I always say." he said in his sexy ass voice that I recognized in an instant.

Holy Fuck, Mr. Sex at my fucking house. Sweet Jesus thank you.

"I…I didn't see you." I stuttered. God I was lame.

"I saw you." he said with a lift of his eyebrow. I was speechless, Brandon was Dylan's friend he was helping this weekend? Dylan and Brandon were friends? I might have just died and gone to heaven, well if it meant I was going to see more of this beautiful boy. He slowly got up wiping his hands on a dirty red rag as he smiled at me. He leaned against the car beside me. "I should have known." he said with a smile as he shook his head.

"What?" I barely heard him I was too busy looking at his chest in that fitted white t-shirt, all dirty and sweaty. Oh god, I shook my head slightly trying to get the mental picture of shirtless Dylan throwing me on the hood of Mondale.

"Brenda Walsh." he murmured still shaking his head, "Brandon Walsh…Minnesota…mid west, I cant believe I didn't put it together." he turned himself toward me and leaned his hip against the door and crossed his arms. "So you're Brandon's sister." there was those intense eyes.

I couldn't look away from them, I took a small breath and nodded, "Yeah…I'm Brandon's sister." it came out almost breathless as his eyes took me over.

He stared, that's all he did. There was no smile or sexy smirk, just his eyes, I wasn't sure what he was thinking at this moment but the silence was deafening. "I…I didn't know you two were friends." what the fuck Brenda stop stuttering.

He exhaled almost disappointed like, "Yeah…your brother…he's cool…one of the few guys at school I actually like, we clicked pretty fast and we get along well." He looked toward the house breaking the staring contest. "I don't have, many real friends, your brother had been a good influence on me." I thought it was a small joke because it was true, my brother was a boyscout and Dylan was well, a bad boy... but he didn't smile or laugh. Brandon had not opened up about his new found friendship with Dylan. He told me about Steve and another "unnamed" friend but didnt go into detail.

"So he got you to work on this piece of shit car huh?" I laughed trying to lighten the weirdness.

It worked cause he laughed, "Yeah…said his goal was to get it working in time to get his license this spring so I thought I would help him." he shrugged a shy little shrug and I melted again and no not from the heat.

We were quiet for a few moments and then he spoke. His voice was strained and low in tone, "Is this going to be weird for us?" huh?

"Weird? Why would it be weird?" I set my hand gently on his arm as he nervously played with the rag. My touch made him look at me.

"Bren." Brandon called out and I noticed Dylan lean away from me a bit as Brandon approached us. Brandon's eyes went back and forth between us, studying us.

"Yeah Brandon?" I knew my tone came out annoyed.

"Oh I see you met my friend Dylan." he said clutching the phone in his hand.

Dylan ran his hands through his hair nervously and took another step back, "Yeah…actually, Brenda and I have a couple classes together…I didn't realize you guys were brother and sister."

"Oh…cool." Brandon was acting weird and it irritated me.

"Did you need something?" I said short making it clear he had interrupted something.

"Oh yeah…Mrs. Ross called…I tried to put her on hold to get off with Steve but she said she had a call coming in she needed to take and to call her right back." he handed me the phone. Mrs. Ross was the women I was babysitting for tonight.

I nodded and took the phone from Brandon, "See you later Dylan." I said softly as I passed by him, my glance lingering a bit too long on him as I made my way to the house. His eyes followed me until I turned away from him but I could still feel them on me as I walked away. As I got to the back door, I turned to look at him one more time but he was looking at Brandon instead. Suddenly my brother tossed the rag into his face playfully and Dylan chuckled lightly. Boys are weird.

Soooo a bit different from Isn't it Romantic isn't it? I am not sure if I was clear enough with Brandon and Dylan but something made them closer in the last 2 weeks and it will come out next chapter. I don't want to dwell or concentrate too much on the bromance but there is a reason for the title you know. Was I vague enough lol Thank you guys for taking a chance on this story even though the 1stperson is probably weird. Its not as weird to write though which surprised me. I like the idea of getting into these characters heads which to you they may seem OOC and I am sorry for that but who knows right. Maybe they are and maybe they aren't. Anyway let me know what you thought of Brenda's POV. Next chapter this same weekend, Dylan's POV.