Dylan McKay

Dylan McKay

Dylan turned up the stereo to drown out his wife's latest tantrum, for once her temper wasn't aimed at him but it gave him no pleasure to hear her yelling at somebody else. REM's Losing My Religion filled the bathroom as Dylan stepped under the hot spray of the shower, the water and the music muted the sound of Kelly yelling at the dry cleaning company that had failed to return her dress. Lathering his lean body in soap Dylan let his mind wander, would she be there tonight? Had the last six years changed her? Was she single? Dylan cursed as soap fell into his eyes, forcing him back to a reality that included Kelly hammering on his bathroom door and yelling at him to hurry up.

"In a minute Kel." He yelled back at her rinsing the suds out of his eyes.

"Hurry up Dylan, I won't let you make me late tonight." Kelly sounded furious which just made Dylan more determined to take his time.

"I'm not stopping you going without me." Dylan used a towel to clear the condensation from the mirror above the sink so that he could shave.

"You know I can't do that, just hurry up." Kelly stormed away from Dylan's bathroom door and headed towards her own bedroom.

Kelly Taylor-McKay

Kelly sat down in front of her dressing table to put the finishing touches to her make up. Her cheeks were flushed from shouting, she hated herself for turning into the sort of woman she'd always despised, a stressed out, have-it-all Beverly Hills wife who yelled at everyone from her husband to the boy who delievered their paper. She put out a full on, high-powered image and after a while she'd started to believe it herself. Maybe that was why she was losing Dylan, she could feel him slipping away from her and before long their friends would notice that all was not a bed of roses in the McKay house. Kelly's cell phone flashed on the table in front of her and she picked it up before she registered the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Kel, it's Donna. I didn't want to call the house in case Dylan picked up." Donna whispered down the phone.

""Why are you whispering? Why don't you want to speak to Dylan?" Donna's secrecy infuriated Kelly.

"I wanted to tell you something but I don't want David to know I told you, that's why I didn't want to speak to Dylan." Donna was still whispering.

"Get on with it Donna, I'm running late." Kelly tried to apply her eyeliner whilst balancing the phone between her ear and her shoulder.

"I spoke to Brenda today." Donna paused to allow her news to sink in.

"What did she have to say?" Kelly put the eye pencil down and concentrated on Donna.

"She's in town, but I don't know if she's coming tonight, she seemed a little bit freaked to be honest."

"Well even if she does I'm sure we can all behave like mature adults, we've moved on." Even though she heard herself saying the words Kelly didn't entirely believe them. Brenda Walsh could be the final nail in the coffin for her marriage.

"Yeah that's what I thought, I just figured you deserved a heads up." Kelly could almost hear Donna's smile and she played along for her friend's benefit.

"I'm sure it'll be great Donna, you've worked so hard to organise this reunion. Anyway it'll be nice to see Brenda again, we're friends after all." Kelly hung up the phone and stared at her reflection, the years had been kind to her, she didn't look to dissimilar from the nineteen-year-old she'd been when she last saw Brenda. Of course nature had been helped along the way by her cosmetic surgeon but it had all been discreetly done and Kelly knew she looked good. Who cared that these days the highlights in her blonde hair came from an expensive salon rather than the sun? Or that her toned body was the result of hours spent with a personal trainer and not playing volleyball on the beach? Defiantly finishing her make up and turning her back on her reflection Kelly went in search of Dylan.