AN:

Okay three things.

1) Thanks to VeritaParlata for letting me borrow her story idea.

2) I had totally forgotten I could write humor.

3) Thanks to all the people who enjoyed this.

There is one more part that should be up by Sunday. I may or may not start posting City Lights then too. ;)

~Kelly~


Part Two

Brandon sat back listening to Dylan explain why his sister was mad at him this time. He had been brokering peace between them since high school but this was too much. "Bro that is more that I ever wanted to know about my sister's love life."

"I'm sorry man. I forgot for a second... it is just that she's pissed. I mean really pissed. I don't think I've ever seen her this mad. Not even when..." Dylan paused not wanting to think about that dark time in their relationship or the years that followed. "You have to help me with this."

"If she's that mad I don't know if I can."

"But you know her better than anyone. Brandon she thinks I was kidding. I don't know how to fix that."

Brandon truly felt sorry for Dylan. This didn't sound like one of Brenda's usual snits especially with being pregnant. "You'll figure it out. Just remember Brenda loves you and you love her. She still probably still freaking out about the baby. I did say congratulations right?"

"Yeah. At least you're happy for us," the other man grumbled on the other end.

"Come on my parents will come around. Have you told them?"

"Are you insane? There is no way I am telling Jim Walsh I got his little girl pregnant especially since we're not engaged. I haven't been that stupid since high school."

"Good thing too." Brandon said with a laugh. "You want advice? Here it is. Propose in way where she can't possibly misunderstand. Be honest with her and make sure Brenda knows this isn't about the baby."

"Thanks man. I hope it works."

"Me too. Tell my sister to call me sometime. I swear she's busier than I am."

"Nah. She's just avoiding me."

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"I'm still mad at you." Brenda pouted as Dylan pulled into the parking lot. He had promised to take her out but then business came up as usual.

"I know but Nat said he needed to speak with me. I'll just be a few minutes I promise. You can have a milkshake or something," he said kissing her softly. All he needed was Brenda to cooperate for a few minutes. (Ha. Like that was going to happen.) "Please Bren. Just give me ten minutes then we can go. I promise."

"Ten minutes? You promise?"

"I swear. After I talk to Nat I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"Okay."

"Thank you," he said kissing her again. The last week had been tense and full of stupid fights. After talking with Brandon, he finally got an idea that might work. Running around the car Dylan opened the door causing Brenda to smile. He breathed a sigh of relief as he escorted her into one of their favorite places.

When Dylan opened the door, she noticed the place was empty. Never had she ever seen the place without anyone in it. Even at closing time. What was Dylan up to? "I thought Nat needed to talk?"

"He did but that isn't why we're here."

"Oh this had better be good," she said crossing her arms.

"It is. At least I hope so." Dylan said pulling her to one of the many vacant chairs. "I love you so much Bren. When I think back on the last thirteen years its you I think of. I never expected to love someone the way I love you. And it scared me at first but I'm not scared now."

"Dylan..."

He kissed her gently to prevent her from continuing. "Shh. Let me finish. I need to say these things to you."

"I love you too." she replied completely ignoring his request.

"I know. There have been times that was the only thing I was sure of. That even if we weren't together anymore I knew you loved me. And now here we are in a secure, solid relationship. When I proposed the other night--, I screwed up. I know that but it felt right."

"I'm sorry I got so upset-- and laughed." she apologized softly. Brenda hated that she had hurt him so much.

"Me too. I hated that you didn't believe me. Until I remembered some advice I gave Steve."

"You gave Steve relationship advice?"

"Once. A very long time ago." Dylan admitted with a laugh. It may have been the only advice he had ever given anyone.

"So what was this advice?"

"It doesn't count unless you get down on one knee." Dylan said shifting to one knee. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a beautiful engagement ring. "Brenda Walsh. Love of my life. Will you please marry me?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Because this is it no more running." he reminded Brenda gently. Dylan wasn't going to watch her walk away ever again.

"For either of us."

"That's right. I love you."

"I love you too. You didn't have to ask me to marry you." Brenda told him looking at her ring. To be honest she never thought Dylan would ask.

"Yes I did because I want to marry you. This isn't because of the baby."

"No it's because of my dad," she teased laughing at the look on Dylan's face. "Are you still scared of him?"

"He's your dad Bren and we both want his approval. I don't want him to worry about me leaving you."