What did you expect? You don't write, you don't call... You can't blame her for going to Brandon!

You two are like a bad movie, my best friend, my best girl, what is this? Blondie and the Boy Scout!

Shattered Glass

"You okay?" Valerie asked Brandon as he sat on his bed, consumed with tonight's earlier hysterics.

"Yeah..." He rubbed his eyes, "It was bound to happen eventually... I just hope Kelly's okay."

"And you're okay with her going to check on him?" Valerie sat beside him on his bed.

"It's just something she has to do. I offered to go with her, but I don't think Dylan would react well to that."

"So..." Valerie sighed, "Kelly was with Dylan before you..."

"Yeah, for about two years, started in high school."

"2 years isn't much... especially for high schoolers so, what's all the fuss?" She asked, bewildered

"They... thought they were soulmates." Brandon said sleepily

"And again, you're letting her go over there?" Valerie let out a chuckle

"She cares about him... we all do. She's just concerned... she did love him, you know." Brandon replied

"Maybe she still does..." Valerie breathed out, nonchalantly,

"Maybe... But I don't think it concerns me... Kelly and I are together now, I have faith in that." Brandon assured

"Okay..." Valerie insisted, "I just hope that concern is the only reason she went over there and not guilt."

"Why would it be guilt?" Brandon cocked an eyebrow

"Well, before she took off, I tried to calm her down, I told her she didn't need to explain dating someone new... it wasn't his business now that they had broken up."

"Yeah?"

"And her response was... 'did we'" Valerie observed Brandon

"'Did we' what? As in did they break up?" Brandon provoked, followed by a helpless sigh on Valerie's part

"I don't know... maybe she was unsure." Valerie placed her hand on Brandon's

"No..." Brandon got up, "Kelly's changed a lot since I met her. If she had any doubts, she'd be able to communicate them to me."

"Alright." Valerie laid back on Brandon's bed, "I just hope Kelly is who you think she is."

Dylan opened his front door, to find Kelly behind it. He attempted to slam it in her face but she held her hand up, pushing the door wide open and strolling in.

"I know, I'm probably the last person you want to see, but I thought we should talk." She began

He took a sip of his beer, "Get out." He groaned

"No." She said anxiously, "We need to talk... I didn't want you to find out like this..." Her voice trembled

"That's why you're here?" His forehead crinkled, an unenthused expression painted across his face.

She stood there nervously, fidgeting with her handbag.

"I can't even look at you right now..." He shook his head unable to look at her in that red dress. That red dress that his best friend's hands were wrapped around earlier, He did not make eye contact as he took another swig of his beer. He began to pace around the hall of his house. "I mean, Brandon... Brandon!"

"Dylan, you left!" She blurted out, "You drove away without so much of a word for 3 months!"

"I was busy." He shrugged, "It doesn't even make sense... what the hell do you two have in common?" He drank again, "He doesn't know you like I know you... He doesn't know your mind, your body... or your soul." He finally looked her in the eye as he headed towards her, cornering her against the wall. "Did you sleep with him?" He asked in a low tone, now he stood so close to her, leaving her feeling trapped between him and the wall. She felt chills down her spine as she felt his breath on her face.

"That's not really any of your business." She breathed out, her voice still trembling, expressing her discomfort

"That explains it." He scoffed, "Just found someone to keep the bed warm, huh Kel?"

She slapped him across the face. "That was uncalled for." She snapped

"Ah, good to see you're still in there somewhere... now I know." He let out a chuckle, unaffected by the slap

"Know what?" She breathed heavily, her hand still prickling from the slap.

"When you're in bed with him... you think of me." He smirked, flicking a strand of her long blonde hair.

"Why did you even come back?" She yelled, pushing him away, he gulped the rest of his beer and smashed it on the floor. A piece of glass almost cut her leg, grazing past her as it hit the floor. She glared at him, horror filled her eyes as she ran out the door.

A few days later, Dylan knocked on the Beach Apartment door

"Dylan! Hi!" Donna gasped,

"Hey, Don... Is Kelly here?" He scratched his head

"No, she's..."

"With Brandon." Dylan nodded

"I'm on my way out, but I could leave a message if you'd like?" She asked, as she shut the door behind them. Dylan just sat on one of the chairs on their porch, so Donna followed suit. Sitting beside him, she observed his eyes, "You feeling better?" She asked

"Yeah... I guess you heard Kelly sent Jim and Cindy to sort me out... Said it was either I returned to AA or they'd put me in rehab."

"Yeah..." Donna nodded, apologetically

"Hey, look I'm sorry for ruining your evening, Don-"

"-Dylan, don't." She assured, "You don't have to feel guilty around me... I know what it feels like, seeing the love of your life with someone new." She sighed

"...Does she love him?" Dylan asked

"...Yes." Donna finally breathed out, knowing Dylan's eyes were burning a whole on her terrace, "...But not like she loves you..."

After her successful talk with the Walsh's, and some confirmation about Dylan's sobriety from Donna, Kelly felt a little more relieved that her encounter with him hadn't repeated. But there was still that lump in her throat. Dylan's return wasn't good for her, or her relationship with Brandon. She tried to fall asleep that night but felt consumed by their memories. She can't even remember how they got here. She decided to sit out on the porch, but this time, the view of the beach just wasn't as peaceful as she hoped it would be.

Kelly... something happened between us

Of all the beaches in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

I want you... I've always wanted you

I love you

Happy 1 year anniversary!

Oh I've heard about this, couples put their names on these lockets and throw the key in the ocean!

Did you come here to be with me? Or mark your territory?

I think we should... take a break.

We got lost somewhere

Kel, you've got some nerve, you're the one who dumped me, remember? I've been single for weeks and could have seen other people yet still! I waited around for you like an idiot!

I called you my soulmate... you had other plans.

I don't know what it is about the Santa anas but I haven't been myself all day.

Guess when it comes down to it I'm just an old fashioned girl

It's okay... I have you.

You're my family now

I can't do this anymore... So I don't think we should do it anymore... I give up

It is what it is.

Kelly's thoughts tormented her over and over again. She couldn't quite process what she was feeling but she knew one thing... she had to see him.

She considered heading over to his house, but something in her soul told her where to find him, and she headed for the playground.

Just as she assumed, there he was, on the swing. She walked over and sat on the swing beside him.

"Thought I'd find you here." She sighed, holding onto both chains of the swing

"Guess we're both lost then." He mumbled, "Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" He groaned, not looking up at her.

"Dylan... I was just so angry... angry that you didn't believe me, angry that you left. I didn't even realise it was over until I hadn't heard from you for months... Brandon knew what it felt like to lose someone you love. He had lost two."

"Yeah well... Since you sent Jim over I assume you know the truth about Suzanne and Kevin... so if you're here to say I told you so-"

"-No." She interjected, reaching out for his head. "I'm just glad you found out... and Erica is safe with Iris." Her touch nerved him. Unable to deal with the affect, he pulled his hand away and stood up off the swing.

"I'm sorry about the other night..." He sighed, finally looking at her as he stood before her, "I was drunk and your information was hard to swallow." He looked down in shame, "I just... can't help but wonder... If I had listened to you... If I hadn't run away... my life wouldn't have fallen apart... if I hadn't lost you..."

"Where would we be now." She finished his sentence

His eyes settled on the swing he just got up from, "Exactly a year and three months ago, right on this swing, I called you my soulmate... and now." He paused, the sorrow in his eyes was written all over his face. He couldn't stomach the words that were supposed to come after 'and now."

She stood up off her swing. Her face expressed the same pain. She walked over to him, her hands cradled his face, her thumbs stroked his cheeks, just the feeling of touching each other again sent a rush of sparks down her spine. She pulled him close and kissed him.

As she kissed him, she forgot how angry she had been the last 3 months... She forgot how hurt she felt. The kiss confirmed what she hadn't been able to face since he left. She missed him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Unlike Kelly, his anger hadn't been clouding him for months. He had just felt lost until this moment. Absorbing himself in the kiss, being able to hold her again, all he felt was relief. A much needed relief after the whirlwind his emotions had been through lately. All he knew now, is he never wanted to let go. He had been waiting to taste her again, and now he felt relieved, that he had a chance to. That no matter what... it's never really over.