Rated mature for some adult situations :-) Just putting it out there lol
Chapter 11 Invisible Lines and Changing Plans
Dylan stared at the ceiling. It was six o'clock in the morning and he wasn't even sure if he actually ever dozed off. He looked over at Brenda. She was sleeping so soundly and she looked so peaceful and beautiful. Dylan sighed looking back toward the ceiling. How do you tell someone that you care about to give up their dream because you need them? And the answer Dylan had told himself over and over, you can't. After several minutes Dylan looked over at Brenda again but this time she was looking back at him.
"Have you been up for a while?" Brenda said straight faced as she looked at him.
Dylan slowly nodded his head, "I don't even think I went to sleep." Dylan said sadly not breaking their stare.
Brenda moved closer to him and set her head on his chest. She felt Dylan's tight embrace wrap around her mid section. He softly caressed her abdomen with his finger tips. "What's wrong baby, you nervous?"
"No…rehab doesn't scare me." Dylan took a deep breath, "Your leaving does."
Brenda lifted her head and looked up at him, resting her chin on her hand as she laid it on his chest. "Me too." She said quietly. As Brenda looked into Dylan's eyes she could tell he was holding back, she saw hesitation and fear but as she looked at him she expected him to tell her but he never did. "Talk to me…please." She finally got out after several minutes of stares and silence.
Dylan started to get up quickly, "It's nothing." He shook his head not able to look at her anymore; he knew she knew he was lying. Dylan sat on the edge of the bed with his back toward her as be began to stick one leg at a time into his boxer shorts pulling them up covering himself.
Brenda slowly sat up taking the covers with her covering herself. She reached out placing her hand on his shoulder as he turned slightly looking down at it. "Hey…it's so early, why are you getting out of bed already." Brenda tried to lighten the mood. "You don't have to be at hospital until later, can't I stay in bed with you all day?" she said in a flirty tone.
Dylan looked away from her hand and stared straight ahead, "I am going to get some breakfast for us and I should probably just go in, what's the difference between now and later." He said with little emotion getting up.
"Dylan?" Brenda said hurt. Dylan turned toward her hearing the wounded spirit in her voice. "The difference is being with me." She finished.
Dylan bit his lower lip looking down, "It doesn't matter Bren." He almost smirked, "Does it matter if we stay in bed, does it matter if we lay here making love all day and being together? No…the bottom line is you are leaving. You don't live here and no matter how we feel about each other it isn't going to change that fact."
Brenda swallowed the lump she had in her throat from holding back tears, "Dylan…I love you, and…" Brenda looked down, "It matters to me."
"What do you want me to say Brenda?" Dylan raised his voice.
Brenda was taken back by his tone, "Nothing…I just wanted you to come back to bed." Brenda said innocently and defensively.
Dylan ignored her comment, "What do you want me to do?" he threw out his hands and started moving about his room quickly scooping up his clothes. "I mean…what the hell do you expect from me?" He continued to yell at her and put articles of his clothing on, "You want me to tell you, how much I miss you. How much I love you and how I don't want you to leave. How I have not felt this alive since the last time we were together. How I don't want to have a long distance relationship with you. I want you here and that even though I know you love acting, you can act here...That I need you and maybe I am a selfish prick but I don't care, that the thought of you leaving makes me want to get drink again." He finally looked at her. "Is that want you want me to say?" Dylan yelled, "Cause I am not going to do that." Dylan walked out of his bedroom.
Brenda bit the side of her cheek as the tears rushed her eyes, "You just did." She said under her breath, as she nervously played with the sheets between her fingers. Brenda took a deep breath and fell back on the bed. She turned to her side and started to cry. She blamed herself for Dylan getting to this point in his addiction. He knew if she was here she could have helped him even after the news about his money and sister. He was alone and had to deal with it by himself, like he had before they met. It was the only way he knew how to deal with things before the Walsh's came along. Now Brenda was leaving in 3 days and again Dylan would be alone, to deal with it, without her.
Dylan sat on his couch feeling like a complete asshole for yelling at her. He was tired, he was depressed, he was a little shaky from the lack of alcohol and he lost it. But then again he was right, what did she expect him to do? She was leaving and even though the night before, Brenda was the hesitant one not wanting to cross the line because of this very reason. Dylan was a guy and all he wanted was to make love to her, because she had been gone for so long and he was in love with her. There wasn't a time when Dylan didn't want to be with her. Even when he was with Kelly, he thought about sex with Brenda sometimes, or kissing Brenda if he randomly saw her at school or at the pit. He was attracted to her of course he would want to have sex with her. Now after enjoying each other, Dylan realized just exactly why Brenda was hesitant to begin with. Saying goodbye was harder now, they were more connected. Sex made them physically connected not just emotionally and Dylan didn't know how to handle it. Dylan turned toward the bedroom hearing the soft sniffles of Brenda crying and his heart sank. He shook his head and got up slowly walking to the doorway.
"Bren?" he said guilty, "Don't cry."
"I am fine." Brenda said quickly wiping her face with her back turned to him but he saw it.
Dylan moved into the bedroom, "You're not fine. I am an asshole, I am sorry." He sat on the bed and rested his hand on her hip.
"Just leave me alone Dylan, I am fine." Brenda lied again.
"No…I can't do that." Dylan spoke softly and moved in closer lying beside her. He took her in his arms as he spooned his body close to hers. Brenda weakened in his embrace as she closed her eyes.
"I knew we shouldn't have had sex, it's too much like it was before. Its harder now." Brenda broke down again, "I ma sorry, everything is my fault, I never should have left, I should have been with you this summer, none of this ever would have happened." Brenda cried.
"Hey." Dylan pulled her so she was on her back as her head turned to see him. "It's not your fault."
"It is…you would have never gotten this out of control if I was here and you know it." Dylan hushed her with a hard kiss. Brenda breathed out as his lips covered hers. Dylan gently moved his tongue against hers ending with their lips tightly pressed together, lingering there for a moment and slowly pulling apart. They began to get lost in each other's eyes again.
"I make my own mistakes Bren, nobody forces me to be in the positions that I get into." Dylan said sweetly taking his hand and running in down the top of her head stopping it at her ear and neck. "It's a cop out blaming it on other people and I am not going to do it anymore. It's a crutch, I am drinking but its only because my father died, I am drinking because my mother is driving me crazy, its old and yes the money thing and Erica hit me hard and no it didn't help not having you around but the only person I can blame for my fuck up's is me. You are just the one that cleans them up." Dylan reached down and took her hand bringing it to his lips and then looked down at it, caressing it softly with his. "I am sorry Bren." He said softly looking her in the eyes again. "I don't want to make you cry like that again."
Brenda just looked at him; little did he know most of her crying over the last couple of years had been because of him. When you care about someone as much as she cared for him, it's hard not too. She nodded her head slowly and went in kissing him again. They tenderly made out for a little while, not sure whether they should cross the line again but both wanting to and making it harder as things got heated. There was something about Dylan that every woman should know, but Brenda was more than happy if they didn't. He smelled good, not even a cologne smell, it was natural and inviting. His kiss, whether it was rough, soft or passionate it was always intense. It was never sloppy or rushed, it was intoxicating and he dominated you with his lips, a simple kiss could make your legs feel like jelly and just like that he had you. His touch was gentle and soft. He knew how to use the tips of his fingers to glide across your skin, causing your whole body to feel the effects of it. His eyes were intense and dark. He had a stare with mystery behind it. They made you feel like he could see right through you and they made you want him. And lastly without getting completely graphic, sexually Dylan was amazing. He knew where to kiss, where to touch, he knew all of Brenda's favorite spots and he made them his favorite as well. He was never pushy or selfish when it came to sex, he was Dylan and Brenda wasn't very experienced but something told her that not all guys were like him. She had even hoped he wasn't like that with all girls. Brenda's mind came back to the present as she jumped slightly feeling Dylan's kissing traveling down her body. It wasn't that Dylan had never explored that area with his mouth before, actually it was a frequent thing but it wasn't making out anymore, it was moving toward the sex again.
The phone began to ring as Brenda breathed out, she hadn't stopped him yet, mostly because it felt nice. "Dylan." She whispered but didn't get a response. "You should get that." She hinted not being very forceful about it. They both heard the recorder click on.
"Hey this is Dylan…you know the drill…Beep."
"Hey guys, are you there…its Brandon, I got a call from Ellen and I need to talk to you…hello?"
"Dylan…get the phone." Brenda pushed him away from her.
"No…you get it, I am busy." Dylan smirked as he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth.
Brenda sighed and turned to her side picking up the phone, "Brandon…you still there?"
"Yeah…Bren…you ok? What took so long to pick up?"
"Ah…yeah…I am fine, I was just." Brenda smiled looking at Dylan which now was before her smirking at her, "I was…asleep." she lied.
"Oh…well Ellen called and wanted me to see how Dylan was doing and how the night was, she also said she would us at the hospital by 2:00." Brandon was thankfully oblivious.
"Dylan…is fine." Brenda smiled moving away from him as he tried to kiss her. She looked at him and mouthed stop. Dylan shook his head playfully, going in and placing kisses on her neck.
"Well…ok I will be over by 1:30 so we can head over there then, is that cool?"
Brenda's eyes got wide as she felt Dylan's hand moving in between her legs, now he was just trying to be an ass while she was on the phone, Brenda closed her eyes holding her breath, "Yep, Brand…cool…its totally cool." Brenda was stuttering
Brandon looked at the phone and frowned his brow, "Ok." he said oddly, "bye?"
Brenda hung up and exhaled, "Oh my God you are mean." Brenda pulled away from him with a smile. She pulled the sheets with her and sat up with her back against the head board.
"What? What did I do?" Dylan said playfully.
"You know what you did…and now that I am off the phone you have my full attention." Brenda smiled.
"Oh really?" Dylan grabbed Brenda around the waist pulling her down so her back hit the mattress causing Brenda to giggle. Brenda took her hand and ran her fingers across Dylan's cheek. She looked into his eyes as he gave her a small smirk.
"I thought we weren't going to cross the line." Brenda broke a smile.
Dylan smiled and raised her eyebrows, "We already did." he gave her a cute shrug, "You and I both know the line was never there." Dylan captured her lips with his. Rolling onto his back taking her with him so she dominated him.
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Brenda hurried from the bedroom, "Coming." she called out before opening the door, "Hey." she smiled at her brother and let him in.
Brandon looked at his sister, she looked ok, Brandon had spent most of the night tossing and turning worrying about her but she looked…happy. "Hey." he said back with a small smile, "Is he…ready?"
Brenda crossed her arms and looked toward the bedroom, "Yeah…he is." she said with a sigh.
"Did everything go ok?"
Brenda smiled, "yeah…everything went fine. Brandon…stop, he is still Dylan, stop acting like he is this stranger you have to protect me from."
Brandon held up his hands, "Ok…ok I am sorry, I know. I am just glad he is going."
"Me too." Brenda smiled at Brandon.
"Bren…here is my key to the house and my key to the Porsche." Dylan said looking down taking the keys off his ring, "Be careful if you drive my car." Dylan looked up with a smile seeing Brandon. "Oh hey, I didn't hear the door." Dylan stopped next to Brenda handing over the keys.
Brandon smiled, "You are actually letting Brenda have the keys to the Porsche?" Brandon let out a laugh, "What are you going to drive it around Bren for the next few days?"
Brenda looked at Dylan and took a deep breath, "No…I am just going to take care of stuff around here while Dylan is gone." she said nonchalantly.
Brandon looked at them back and forth, "Oh ok…but Dylan is going to be in rehab for two weeks…want me to take in your mail dude after Bren leaves for London on Sunday night?"
"Uh…" Brenda interrupted Dylan.
"Actually…I am not leaving Sunday." Brenda said looking at Dylan.
"Really, you get to stay longer, that's cool, did rehearsals get cancelled or something?"
"Actually I am not going back at all...I am going to live here." Brenda swallowed hard looking at Brandon.
Brandon looked at Brenda and Dylan, he watched Dylan wrap his arm around Brenda's waist. Brandon shook his head, "Brenda? Are you crazy?" Brandon said making it obvious of his disapproval.
"Look Bran." Dylan chimed in.
"Dylan." Brandon held up his hand and focused on Brenda, "Brenda…you are throwing away your chance to study at RADA? For Dylan? And you are going to live here, with him?" Brandon was in shock regretting even telling her about the situation with Dylan. He should had known better.
"Where do you suppose I live Brandon? Mom and dad gave my room to Valerie, do you actually think I would share a room with her?" Brenda said with attitude.
"Why you don't mind sharing Dylan apparently."
Brenda fumed, "Shut up Brandon, its none of your business, like telling Dylan I had a boyfriend when I didn't."
"Hey…guys, stop." Dylan got between them, "Brandon, Brenda and I got back together before she was leaving for London, we kept in touch for the most part and after talking about it, we want to be together, she is going to see if she can audition to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in Pasadena."
Brandon smirked and shook his head, "We should go." he turned and walked out of Dylan's house.
Brenda looked at Dylan and took a deep breath, he got closer to her, "It will be ok. He'll get over it." Brenda nodded in agreement grabbing her purse as Dylan grabbed his bag and closed his front door heading to Brandon's car.
WOAH, who is confused, who is happy, who is shocked lol Just keep reading *evil grins* oh and REVIEW please. I love them!! Stay tuned for LTC, maybe even tonight, tomorrow for sure. Putting the finishing touches on after this is posted.
