So a new chapter…its a nice length but did want to warn you there is some M rated material in here a bit. Nothing crazy but some exploring, some young love sexual exploration. Just a heads up, I hope I don't offend anyone. ;) Guess you're all excited to read now huh. HAHA enjoy!

Chapter 12

Shit hits the Fan

I didn't like the way Dylan had came up to me at school. He said he needed to talk to me and I couldn't help my insecurity. There was a part of me that didn't think Dylan was in my league. He was a king around this school and even though all the flirting and wanting him was fun, something told me that someday he would look at me and know who I was. Some little girl that was inexperienced and naive. I got ready quietly to go meet Dylan down the street where we had met before. I tried to shake my nerves that he was going to end things before they even began. I did need to tell him about Donna though. She had made it pretty obvious at school she knew something in front of him. I didn't want to keep it from him. Brandon was acting weird but he was doing his best to act like nothing was bothering him. Staying to himself and heading off to the Peach Pit for his shift. I proceeded to get ready to meet Dylan. I went with cute and sexy without trying too hard. With a pale pink skirt and a navy blue blouse, I combed my bangs out of my face and wore simple black flats. I also borrowed one of Kelly's Chanel bags with a chain strap. She left it here and she wouldn't know if I made good use out of it for the night. I walked out and headed down the road to meet Dylan. I paced and waited…waited…sitting on the neighbors concrete wall…waited. I glanced at my watch for the sixth time, 2 hours. I had waited and paced and looked at my watch for 2 hours and he didn't show. I crossed my arms as tears sprung my eyes. I walked the short walk home and went straight to my room. I couldn't believe this. I grabbed my phone dialing Dylan and after 2 rings a man answered. "Hello."

"Hi…is Dylan there?" I asked politely.

"He is." the man answered. "And who is this?" the man asked sarcastically.

"Brenda…can I speak with him?"

"I'm sorry darling, he's here but he doesn't want to speak to you." click dial tone.

I lowered the phone from my ear and stared down into it, what had I done to him? He's the one that asked me out, said he needed to talk to me? Now he wont speak to me. I dialed Donna, she was the only person I could talk to. We talked all night and I still didn't feel any better. As the morning light came up. I looked at my reflection, my cheeks pink and flushed, my eyes swollen and red. Tears still brimmed my eyes. I walked slowly over to my window seat and looked out into my yard. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Brandon come in.

"Brenda?" he said concerned.

I lowered my blinds and looked down hugging my legs against me.

"Do you want to talk?" he said putting his hand on my shoulder.

I sighed, "I've been talking to Donna all night and it didn't get me anywhere."

Brandon rubbed his hands together, "Well I'm open for the morning shift?"

I took a deep breath getting up from the window seat and sitting on my bed, "I can't tell you Brandon…you wouldn't approve." I whispered the last part. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I could always talk to Brandon.

Brandon looked at me, his twin, I know you better than anyone, you can tell me anything stare. "Is this about Dylan?" he said calmly but his tone had a little too much bitterness to it.

I looked at him, took a deep breath exhaling, "He didn't show up. We had plans and he didn't show up." I started to cry again. "What a jerk right."

"He sure is." Brandon said angry.

"Not him…me."

"Look Bren…Dylan is not your type. You can't beat yourself about someone like him."

"Why do you say that?" I said defensively.

"I don't know." he said with venom in his voice, "I thought he was a good guy but he doesn't let people in." He shook his head and got up clearly upset. "I told him to stay away from you, I told him you would read too much into this." he said almost to himself.

"Excuse me?" I glared.

Brandon froze caught, "Because I knew he would do something like this, Bren…I'm sorry…its just how I feel, I knew you would take this more serious them him."

"You told Dylan…to stay away from me, then embarrassed me by saying I would be too serious, like to try to scare him away?" I got up angry raising my voice.

"For good reason". He yelled back. "He isn't a good guy Brenda…he's not the guy for you." His voice still loud.

"Who are you to choose my boyfriends?" I said surprised and hurt.

Brandon laughed, "Boyfriend? You actually think Dylan was going to be your boyfriend? He uses people. He uses people to make himself feel better."

"Get out of my room." I spat. So mad I could see red.

"What about school?" he said calming down.

"I'm not going." I yelled.

Brandon stormed to the door but before leaving he looked at me, "I'm really sorry Bren, this is exactly what I was trying to protect you from."

I ignored him and he left without another word. No wonder Dylan stood me up. He must think me…and Brandon for that matter were so lame. All my anger towards my brother aside, he still chose to not come. Maybe Brandon was right.

**DPV**

I clicked on the computer keyboard trying to get this dumb assignment done in tech class. I hit a wrong key and the whole thing deleted. My hand came smacking down on the keyboard, damn it. I was in the worst mood.

"Been busy lately Dylan?" Brandon approached me.

"Well isn't it the master of tact and diplomacy." I didn't meet his eyes and tried typing into the computer again. I heard him sigh.

"What's going on with you man?" he was still angry that was a given but his voice calmed. I looked at him as he continued. "I know you moved, I went to your old house, they said you didn't even leave a forwarding address."

"It's a long story." I shook my head and used my feet to roll my computer chair down the table away from him.

He followed me, "Would you rather tell it to Brenda?" He said coldly.

I threw my pencil I had picked up on my notebook, slamming my hand down on it, "Brandon…don't start that with me alright, I got the message, you don't want me to hurt your sister." I yelled at him.

"Then why is that exactly what you did?" he yelled back. "Just to spite me?" I got up and moved to the other side of the table away from him. I took a deep breath and leaned both my palms on the table in front of me. "Look it wasn't because of you okay? You got to believe me something came up that's all." I tried to explain assuming he knew the story or at least half of it, the fact Brenda and myself did indeed have plans.

"Dylan…it's one thing not to talk to me I'm not going to cry about it but when you do it to her she feels like she did something wrong." He whisper yelled not wanting to get everyone in classes attention. I shook my head.

"It wasn't her…it had nothing to do with her." I yelled not giving a shit who heard me.

"Then why don't you tell her that." he yelled back. I stared at him feeling like shit. I heard the teacher who was in the corner helping another student tell us to quiet it down.

"She was so upset all night she even stayed home from school today." He told me honestly. Still bitterness in his voice. I looked down feeling guilty, it really wasn't about her. It was about my dad and I couldn't get away. Brandon shook his head disappointed.

"Fine." he said defeated. "It's got nothing to do with her, its got nothing to do with me…meanwhile you're not talking to either of us. Makes a lot of sense." he banged his notebook on the table that I wasn't aware he was holding until now. "And this…this is why I told you to stay the hell away from my sister. Cause I knew you would do something…anything to mess it up." he shook his head and left the classroom. I stared down at the table, broken. I did mess it up…damn it. I cursed in my head.

The rest of school went so slowly. I debated how to handle this situation. Honesty is the best policy. So thats why I headed over to the Walsh house.

I walked up the driveway and stood in front of the door. It swung open and there stood a gorgeous sight. Brenda had her hair half up away from her face. No makeup on, eyes brimmed a tad red but still bright. She had cut off jean shorts and a silk long sleeve button down tucked in. She was casual wearing socks no shoes. She held open the door glaring at me. She let it stay open and went over to the couch sitting on it with her leg under her, grabbing the remote and turning off the sad music that filled the living room. I stood silent at the entrance to the living room with my hands in my pocket, trying to think of the right words to say. She looked across the room not making eye contact with me. I scratched the back of my neck shyly.

"I'm not very good at this." I murmured.

She sat quiet.

"I feel terrible." I said softly nervously wringing my hands. She gave me a cold stare.

"You look terrible." she ran her eyes down my frame.

"You look great." I walked down the one step, timidly closer to her. My hands in my pockets, trying to maybe be sort of adorable…cute maybe.

"You must need glasses." she responded.

"Can I come in?" She rolled her eyes looking away from me again. Ok so my charm wasn't going to get me out of this one. She didn't think I was cute right now. I took a deep breath getting myself ready for the honesty.

I looked right into her eyes, "I'm sorry."

She looked away and nodded, "I know…you're an idiot." She looked at me again, "It's not good enough this time." Crap she was referring to the our first date. I was starting to apologize to this girl more times than I had ever apologized to anyone.

"I don't know what to say." I said quietly being totally honest.

"Oh you don't? You are too much. You know you don't tell me where you were or what happened, but then you expect me to forgive you? Why don't you just go." She raised her voice.

"You think I'm proud of myself? I'm not." I said sadly. "I've just been trying to figure our what to say to you."

"Then say it….Brandon told me you moved…you didn't even…"

"I didn't even show up last night because I had to help my father pack. He needed to disappear." I shrugged rambling.

"What do you mean? Where did he go?" She asked confused.

"Out of the country for a little while, I really don't know where that way if I'm subpoenaed, I really don't have anything to tell them."

"Subpoenaed?" Brenda asked worried.

Here goes all the honesty, "He found out that he is going to be indicted on some charges, not murders or anything…its a securities fraud, things like that." There it was my father was a criminal and I helped him disappear. It kind of felt good to get it off my chest. She kept her stare, I couldn't read it. I sighed, honesty was pointless. I shook my head turning to leave.

"Dylan?" she called out getting up from the couch.

I turned around so fast and placed both hands on the tops of her arms, "I've been thinking about you the whole time…I just had to go do this, please don't think that I didn't care…I did…I do." I begged.

"I wish you would have called." she said quietly.

"I just couldn't." I said honesty. How do you tell something like that to someone over the phone. Or shit at all.

"I called you." she said softly.

"When? They didn't tell me." nobody ever told me I had gotten any calls.

Brenda set her arm on mine, "Uh." she groaned walking past me and sitting on the arm of the chair, "Now…I feel terrible."

I shook my head, she was perfect. "I don't want to make you feel terrible anymore." I kneeled down in front of her. I was at her mercy.

Her eyes looked into mine. She was so new to this and sadly I was too. I wasn't use to these feelings. I had thought about her and dreamed about her for literally months, now I wanted the chance to show her.

"How you do you want me to feel Dylan? What do you want me to feel for you?" She asked sweetly.

I looked at her sweet face, glancing down at her lips. I leaned in kissing her softly. I didn't mean to hurt her. I really didn't. I pulled out looking into her eyes.

"I want you to fall in love with me." I swallowed hard, "Like I'm falling for you." Oh god I had never said that to anyone before.

She smiled and reached her hand to cup my face. Her fingers traced lightly across it as she leaned in and deepened the kiss.

"Donna knows about us." she murmured against my lips.

I pulled away slowly and looked at her, seriously? "Brandon may too." she continued.

"Yeah…well that would explain him and I's fight this afternoon."

"You fought with Brandon?" she asked sadly.

I nodded. Her face turned a bit annoyed, "You know…he told me he told you to stay away from me. It's not his business…he's not my father."

I silenced her with a kiss. Bringing her close to me. Her chest against mine. I didn't want to talk about brandon, I wanted to make up. She responded by getting up and taking my hands pulling me to my feet. She kissed me again, I backed her to the couch, kissing her deeply as I laid on top of her. My hands were everywhere, kisses with Brenda had proven to be so intense and heated it was almost too much. We adjusted and her leg hitched over my hip as she ground against me. My hand found her thigh pulling her closer as I kissed her hard, grinding myself against her as well. Her hand in my hair she slowed the kiss, was it even possible to have this much passion for someone? I looked deeply into her eyes and rubbed my nose against hers. My hand grabbed her shirt untucking it as I made my way up her blouse. I squeezed her breast and received the sexiest moan from her throat. It urged me further. I wasn't sure how far she would let me go on her families couch but I was so turned on and heated I couldn't stop. My hand went to her jean shorts. She froze as I went to unbutton them, popping the button open easily.

"Dylan." she whispered.

I looked at her. I saw the nervousness in her eyes, "Is this not ok?" I whispered not wanting to pressure her but wanting to touch her, to make her feel good.

"No…I…I want too its just…" she still spoke softly. I laid my hand on the top of her shorts.

I kissed her with a long peck, "It's just what." I whispered against her lips.

Her hand met mine as she pushed her zipper down and following my hand down her pants. She let me touch her. I stayed outside against her silky panties, it felt warm and a little wet. She exhaled a breath she was holding as I softly touched her folds. She deepened our kiss, panting as I continued to touch her. My finger met the side of her underwear feeling he edge of the elastic and her skin. I looked into her eyes waiting for approval. She gave me a slow peck and I took that as permission. My index finger dipped under the elastic, slowly I moved to her center and was met with warm, wet lips. She moaned as I circled her once. Things got heavy after that. We had just crossed 3rd base and I was so turned on I couldn't believe what was happening to me. My stomach had butterflies, something I had never felt before. My 16 yr old erection hard and almost to the point of embarrassment. Her eyes were closed as I touched her. Feeling her in such an intimate way, I wasn't sure I would feel this way again, with anyone else. I had done this before, I've gone further before but not with her and something else that I felt was my heart almost bursting at the seams as it was beating almost out of my chest. My fingers froze as I heard a car door slam. As we separated from kissing I looked toward the window. She squirmed out from under me and ran to the window.

"Oh god…its Brandon." She said nervously.

"Ahhhh." I sat up quickly and looked at her untucked shirt and opened jean shorts.

She started forcefully tucking her shirt in as the front door swung open.

"Bren?" he called out. She froze.

"Brandon? What are you doing home? I thought you had a shift?"

Turning towards me and Brenda, he froze too. He looked at Brenda's open jean shorts. My hair was wild from Brenda gripping it, both our lips swollen from the heated make out session. "You have got to be kidding me?" he stepped closer to us, his feet stopping at the ledge of the step down into the living room.

Silence filled the room, but by the look of Brandon he glared at me. I knew he was beyond pissed off.

"I thought you had work?" Brenda said softly trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I thought you were too upset to see anyone…It was slow and I was worried about you." he said honestly to Brenda.

She looked at me, I saw her swallow hard needing help from me.

"Look Brandon…" I began.

Brandon put his hand up to stop me. He looked at Brenda, "What are you doing Brenda? You're making out with Dylan now?" he stepped down into the living room.

Brenda crossed her arms and looked down. "I like her Brandon." I said interrupting him.

Brandon laughed and looked at the ceiling before looking at me, "Of course you do Dylan. I thought you were my best friend and now you feel like moving in on my sister? You've been through all the other girls at West Beverly and Beverly High and now you thought you would move in on Brenda…get her to sleep with you like you do everyone else?"

Ouch…I thought, "Hey." Brenda spoke up. "This isn't your business Brandon, I can see whoever I want." she defended us.

"You guys are seeing each other? How long has this been going on?" Brandon crossed his arms, looking back and forth between us.

Brenda crossed her arms too and shrugged.

"Honestly…since we met sort of." I spoke up.

He took a deep breath not saying anything. I saw the wheels spinning in his head as if he was trying to remember a time that was obvious but he missed it.

"Unbelievable." he murmured.

"Kelly is my best friend Brandon, but you don't see me freaking out about the two of you being together."

"Kelly and I never lied about it either." he raised his voice, "Also to my understanding Kelly talked to you about it before we even went out." he was glaring at Brenda, then he glared at me.

I looked down knowing he was right, "I didn't think you would approve." I said quietly.

"I don't" he said matter of factly. He kept his glare as he turned to go up the stairs.

I stopped him, reaching for him. In that moment something happened I didn't think I would ever see out of Brandon. He got physical with me. He grabbed my white shirt I was wearing by the neck and banged me into the wall. I tried to shove him off but all he did was get into my face. He didn't say a word his teeth ground together.

"Brandon stop." Brenda came over to us trying to pull brandon's arm back. "Don't fight, you're friends." she pleaded.

Brandon let go forcefully and backed away, "We are not friends. Friends talk to each other, they are honest with each other, they don't sneak around trying to literally get into your sisters pants." He said hurt looking down at Brenda's zipped up but still unbuttoned jean shorts.

He looked back up at Brenda, pointing at her, "Don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart."

He glared at her and then at me, then he went up the steps angrily, taking two at a time.

"Brandon…it's not like that." I yelled after him but was greeted by the slam of his bedroom door.

I looked at Brenda, tears brimmed her eyes. Fuck what had I done? I should have asked him, I should have told him. Brenda took two steps towards me but instead of comforting her like she wanted, like I wanted, I shook my head upset not knowing what to say. I knew he would be angry, yet I did it anyway. This whole thing had literally blew up in our faces. I did what I did best when things got uncomfortable or hard. I left slamming the front door behind me.

Sooooo I know everyone is pissed at Brandon. He is the protective big brother. You saw this behavior a bit in season 1, then I don't know where the F it went after that which was crappy considering he didn't give a crap about what Dylan and kelly did to his sister. You also have to understand these 3 are young. They are teenagers, dramatic and hormonal. So they aren't acting mature as they should maybe. What do you think is going to happen? I mean you knew this wasn't going to be easy peasy I mean look at the title name. I'm writing more and want to finish up this story. WINK WINK hit review!