That night, as he had agreed, Dylan went over to the Walshe's to have dinner. It must be said the four of them had a fairly good time. Brandon, Jim and specialy Cindy made their best to make Dylan feel comfortable, although it was sort of unnecesary, because if there was a place Dylan could relax a little this days, it would have had to be the Walsh house.

After helping Dylan and Jonessy to get Erica and Dylan's money back, Valery had moved out of the house into a little apartement, but she still spent lots of time at the Walsh house, however, she was out of town, visiting Ginger and some other friends.

(Okay so, this was a way to explain why, in this fanfic, Valery does not live at the Walshe's, I know a lot of things are different from the show but... well, there's no excuse, I hope you enjoy reading this story anyway. And, just so you know, I WILL be updating "The influence" and "Back to your heart" very soon, I know it's been almost two years and it's hard to believe, but please have a little faith, I already know how "the influence" is going to end, I just need to fix a couple of chapters in between lol)

(Also, I know this story is in script format, I really hope it's not a problem for you, there may be parts that won't be in that format, but most of the times, when I write stories about a tv show I do it first as a dialogue, and I add the rest later, and since this chapters are almost entirely made of conversations, I just wrote them as a script. There are many writers here who write their stories this way, so I believe it is allowed)Thank you all for your reviews and keep writing them please! Remember, you review mine, I'll review yours ;) another writer in here said that but I don't remember who, but it's true! kisses and have a great day!

Dylan climbed upstairs distractedly, and almost without thinking he pushed the door slowly and entered the room. It was quite changed, but it was still Brenda's room. Cindy knew she would visit sooner or later, and now that Val didn't live there anymore, she had put back a lot of her daugther's stuff. Dylan sat on the bed and took a look around, trying to remember the last time he had been there. He couldn't. He had been in that same spot in too many occasions. He didn't remember when the last time was.

A framed photograph had caught his eye. He grabbed it. He was in it, with the Walsh twins at his side. In the photo he looked a lot happier than he had done in the last couple of months. It had been a good day, that one, he remembered vividly.

"Hey" Surprised to find him there, Brandon's voice awoke him. "I thought you were in the bathroom". Dylan did not seem to mind the fact that Brandon had surprised him sneaking into his sister's room, he didn't say a word and his eyes went back to the image in his hands. "Mom wants to know if you wanna have coffe". "Yeah, sure. I'll be right there". Brandon did the only thing he could think of: he said "Okay" and left his friend alone.

"Where's Dylan?" Cindy asked him as soon as he was back in the kitchen. "He'll be right back in a second, he's... in the bathroom."

Now, let us travel a million miles and find out what Brenda's up to, shall we?

Walking down the streets of London, one could easily find and recognize Brenda Walsh and her boyfriend Paul. They called the attention of lots of people while they were laughing, eye-shopping and looking madly inlove. Paul had a pure european aspect: Tall, beautiful black eyes, brown slightly curled hair wich would have made more than one woman envious, full lips and pale skin. He had a sly smile always ready in the corner of his mouth.

-You want us to do what?

-I want us to go to California to see my family.

-Are you sure?- A smile of incredulity crossed his handsome face -You want me to meet your family?, you want me to meet your brother?

-Of course I want you to meet Brandon, why wouldn't I?

-I don't know... what if he does not like me?

-Who, Brandon?- She asked amazed -Brandon likes everyone, Paul.

-Oh, well, thanks- he laughed -Now I sure feel special.

-You wouldn't be scared, by any chance?...

-Oh heavens, no. No, I'm just terrified.

-Of Brandon?- She asked, laughing at the thought of Brandon causing fear on somebody -that's bollocks!, it is my dad you should be scared of, in that case, not my brother.

-Brenda... have you ever listened to yourself talking about your brother?

-Why?

-You make it sound quite scary. What I mean to say is that... everyone who spends and hour talking to you can tell that Brandon is the most important person in the world to you- Hearing someone saying such thing about her brother made her smile, and suddenly she had the urge to hold him and tell him how much she had missed him -that's enough to make any fellow terrified... to meet the ost important man in the life of the woman he loves.

Branda regarded him lovingly and softly kissed his lips. -Brandon and I are twins, remember? He will love you exactly as I do. Well... not exactly, let us hope.-But even as they laughed, Paul shook his head and looked into Brenda's inocents eyes.

-No guy loves the man who sleeps with his sister.

The irony of live could be so funny -Oh, Brandon is specialy fond of those, he is best friends with my exboyfriend!

Right, Paul laughed. How could he forgot. For all he knew, this Brandon, Brenda's brother, had to be some sort of saint.

-So... am I to meet all of your friends?

-Well... I would like you to. That's kind of the point. -Showing off his talent for timing, Paul chose the moment Brenda was checking out some dresses exposed in a boutique's window to ask

"Even Dylan?"

Her face was unaltered, and it hardly took her a second to answered

"He's my friend, is he not?"

-Yes. Yes, of course.

-You'll have to meet him sometime, even if it's at our wedding -She jocked.

-I would much rather wait until then, because I am certain he would not show up -He played along.

-Oh Paul! don't be ridiculous, you will meet him and you will like him- She sweetly comanded.

-I will? -he teased.

-Yes. And you will kindly forget all that nonesense about Brandon not liking you. We are going to have a wonderful time, I promise you. Once we get there, you will not want to leave.