Chapter 11 What If's

Brenda sat on the couch quietly flipping through the channels. David hadn't said two words to her since he heard her phone call with Dylan. She tried to justify the fact that she could go out anytime and celebrate but Dylan was having a hard time and honestly he was her number one priority. Brenda nervously played with her ring on her right hand as she heard David walk into the kitchen. David grabbed his keys and saw Brenda sitting on the couch looking down. Obviously she hadn't changed her mind considering she was in pajama pants and a tank top.

"I'll see you later." David's tone was short. He moved toward the front door not making eye contact with her.

"David." Brenda stopped him and David turned around looking up slightly and taking a deep breath. "Don't be mad at me." Brenda said sadly.

David looked down before looking at her, he shook his head in disappointment, "I'm not mad at you…I'm mad at Dylan. I'm mad at the fact that you will drop anything to be here for him when he hasn't shown you the same loyalty."

"David…that's not fair…"

"You know Bren, I don't really want to listen to you make excuses for him. And yes it is fair. You know what's not fair…the fact that I'm crazy about you and I know you have feelings for me but for whatever reason you wont admit it. It's not fair that someone like Dylan could have someone like you so wrapped around his finger its actually disturbing. I just hope for your sake you realize it soon instead of later." David turned toward the door but shot around again, "Maybe one day you'll realize what's good for you and is standing right in front of your face and even though you think Dylan and Brenda ultimately belong together maybe they don't. I would never treat you the way he does, I would actually do anything for you and would always put you first. The only person Dylan loves is himself. It was like that years ago and it's like that now."

Brenda exhaled and stood up, "David." She said his name with softly.

David without looking back walked out the front door and slammed it behind him. Brenda's closed her eyes taking a deep breath. She knew it was true but it didn't matter, she loved him. They had much more history and understanding than David even knew about. Even though David had a point Brenda had been madly in love with Dylan for 7 years of her life. Just because they had hit a rough patch and had to deal with more than any 23 or 24 year old should ever have to deal with, didn't mean she was going to abandon him when he needed her the most. If he couldn't understand it then she wasn't going to try and explain it. Brenda plopped down on the couch and stared at the phone. Dylan would call her any minute because she knew they weren't allowed to use the phone after 10 o'clock. She wanted to hear his voice; she needed to hear his voice.

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Dylan checked the clock in his room, 9:15; he had 45 minutes to talk to her. He made his way down the stairs. He walked toward the payphone; it was actually a good time to make phone calls because most of the residents were in their rooms for the night. The phone was located in the common area of the facility and normally he had nosey ears listening to his every word. If it wasn't that than it was loud from the stereo or the television in which seemed to always be on. Dylan looked over to the dark living room area and only saw the glow of the television. He looked and noticed what was playing and walked closer. He looked down and saw Stacey sitting indian style on the couch watching television in the dark.

"The Endless Summer huh? I haven't sat and watched this since high school days." Dylan looked down at Stacey with a smile.

"Yeah, my brother sent it this afternoon; he thought I could use a little Zen." Stacey smirked patting the couch next to her. "Want to watch with me?"

"Ahh." Dylan looked at the clock on the VCR and to the pay phone.

"Oh come on, how often will we have the TV to ourselves around here. I have barely been here for a day and even I know this piece of crap television is like heroin itself." Stacey patted the space beside her again.

"True." Dylan agreed as he sat next to her.

"Do you still surf?" she casually asked as she looked over at him.

"Well yes and no." Dylan took a deep breath. "I have been living in London for the past three years so didn't do much surfing over there and since being back I was so messed up I doubt I could even stand up. But I love surfing it will always be a favorite for me, you?"

"Oh yeah…same as you though, I used to go out every morning before school and then after school but I was pretty fucked up myself to enjoy it lately."

"Yeah." Dylan said under his breath and nodded.

"This place is dreadful isn't it?" Stacey looked around.

"More than you even know. Remember I have been here a few extra days than you."

Stacey laughed lightly agreeing, "I have to admit its nice having you here. It feels a bit safer having someone in here with me. Someone I know…or well kind of know."

Dylan laughed; "I don't even know your last name." he shamefully looked down. Dylan had slept with Stacey too many times to even count and he didn't even know her last name, or had even cared enough to ask.

Stacey looked over at him, "Miller…my last name is Miller."

"Well nice to meet you Stacey Miller." Dylan held out his hand.

Stacey met his hand and gently shook it. Dylan pulled away quickly feeling the sudden sexual tension between them. He uncomfortably smiled and turned his attention back to the movie.

"So London huh, why?" Stacey asked curiously, "You always seemed like a guy who liked to travel but would never settle down to live without an ocean near by."

Dylan agreed, "Well some stuff happened here, needed to get away."

"You went for a girl, am I right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Kind of, is she still in the picture?" Stacey bit her lip gently and wasn't sure if she even cared or wanted to know.

Dylan took a deep breath, "I don't know." He shook his head, "And yes very much so."

Stacey looked toward the television, "You want to talk about it?"

Dylan looked at it as well, "Not really." He smirked.

"Good because I don't know if I want to listen, it might ruin that tough guy exterior that used to make me drop my pants at the drop of a hat." Stacey flirted.

Dylan opened his mouth slightly with a smile, "Still as shy as I remember you."

Dylan met her gaze as their eyes followed down each other. Dylan couldn't help but get aroused by her stare. Her eyes were hungry and demanding. Her short boxer shorts loose on her thigh so much you practically saw the crotch in her panties as she sat indian style. Her tight tank top hugged her breasts that obviously were not covered by a bra. They looked perky and natural, it also didn't help it was cold in that living room. Dylan took a deep breath looking away from her. Dylan had not had sex since his first night back in Beverly Hills and with all the stress and medication he had been on he never wanted to, until now. Dylan stared at the TV trying to contain himself; no you are not a scum bag. He told himself. You love Brenda; you have been nothing but an ass to her since you got in here. You have been making it a point to tell her about David and about being faithful to him. No, Dylan thought. He actually shook his head a little.

"Why are you having an argument with yourself in your head? I know you want me." Stacey climbed on top of him, straddling him. She moved her pelvis grinding against his lap and moving her long blonde hair to the side. Dylan kept his hands to himself, Stacey moved fast, she was never one to wait around for him to make the move. She kissed down his neck. Dylan exhaled as he closed his eyes. He reacted by pushing her away.

"Stacey, come on…I have a girlfriend and if I get kicked out of this place, I go to jail. I can't mess around." Dylan leaned away from her.

"I understand…look we can go through these 90 days miserable or we can keep ourselves entertained. Your girlfriend will not find out about it. I'm not looking for serious, when was I ever. If you change your mind, there is a broom closet up stairs, it locks from the inside, I will give you 20 minutes." Stacey smiled. She got off of him and made her way up the stairs. Dylan shook his head taking a big breath and exhaling loudly. He looked over at the clock which read 9:55. Dylan rested his head back leaning it against the couch.

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Brenda sighed sadly as she looked at the clock. He didn't call…why didn't he call? Dylan had made such a big deal about needing her and wanting to talk to her. Brenda thought about David and how upset he was at her. Why was it that Brenda allowed Dylan to ruin every relationship she had ever had? Brenda shook her head in sadness; she had turned into one of those girls, the ones she despised. Brenda walked over and switched on David's show.

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"You're listening to XYZ channel 949 and you're on with David Silver. The topic for tonight is the bad boy. Why is it that girls fall for the jerk? I have always been a nice guy, even when I was a jerk I was nice about it and where am I? Did you ever notice that the nice guys always finish last, especially in this town? So let's say there is this girl, she is amazing, pretty, funny, talented and smart. She is fun to be around and you are head over heals for her. She is the one that you have known for a long time, and has always been in love with the bad boy. The guy that treats her poorly, the one that is good looking but fiercely moody. He cheated he left her he flaunted his new girlfriend in front of her and didn't at all feel badly about it. Did the girl hate him or never talk to him again…no, she forgave him. Now what is the problem with this scenario…"

Donna and Kelly looked at each other, "Is he talking about…?" Kelly said shocked.

"Brenda…and you and Dylan?" Donna looked over at David that was still going off about the good guy bad guy theory. "Noooooo." Donna breathed out in disbelief.

"I told you…did I not tell you?"

"What the hell is Silver rambling on about?" Steve said as he sat next to the girls.

"What you mean you don't know?" Kelly smirked.

"Kelly…stop." Donna shook her head, looking in David's direction again.

"And that ladies and gentlemen is how the game works. You're nice you get nothing, you are a pompous ass, you get the girl. Here is a little mood music." David fumed as he angrily flipped the next song on, angry love stinks rock song and swiveled his chair looking at the wall.

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Brenda sat and listened to David on the radio, she shook her head and looked toward the stereo, she glanced at the time and back at the phone. Screw it. Brenda got up and waltzed into her bedroom grabbing the new black dress she bought from Donna's and threw it on. David was right, she wasn't going to let him b ring her down, she stayed home for him and he didn't even have the decency to even call her. She was excited she got an agent, that was a huge deal to her and she was happy. Brenda was sick of pretending she wasn't happy because of him. She almost hid her smile so he wouldn't think she was having fun with out him. Brenda quickly put on her face and pinned her hair up. She hurried into the living room, grabbing her purse and the keys to the Porsche. She stopped as the phone rang; she turned around looking at it on the coffee table then glancing at the time, 3 minutes until 10. Brenda nervously played with the keys in her hand. She took two steps toward the phone but stopped. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and like that she walked out the front door, leaving the phone ringing as the answering machine picked up.

"Hey you have reached David…and Brenda, in Brenda's voice, leave us a message and we will call you back. Bye…Byeeee. Brenda giggled" BEEEP

Dylan shook his head as he slammed the phone. He looked up at the broom closet and decided against it. He made his way into his room and laid down. He stared at the ceiling and thoughts of David and Brenda together made him physically ill. Would Brenda cheat on him or leave him for David Silver? Dylan liked David; he was a stand up guy but was he Brenda's type? Why the cheesy cutesy message machine? Dylan closed his eyes as he tried to get the thoughts out of his head. He looked over at his roommate that was sound asleep and then Dylan looked toward the door.

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Brenda pulled into the After Dark parking lot. She made her way into the club and looked around. She immediately saw the gang but they didn't see her. Brenda walked to the bar and ordered a cocktail, She heard David taking calls and she laughed slightly as the guy was arguing with him on the fact that nice guys can get the girl sometimes. Brenda saw Noah finally, "Hey Noah." Brenda called out from across the bar and waved.

"Hey Brenda, David said you weren't coming, congratulations on the agent, that's great, what can I get you?" Noah moved closer.

"Nothing …I got one already but how do I get back there to talk to David?"

"Oh yeah…walk down past the bar, there is a door on the left side that will take you to the booth." Noah smiled as he pointed the her in the right direction.

"Thanks." Brenda followed Noah description and came to the door, she slowly opened it and let herself in. David hadn't noticed her come in as he went on and on still going off.

"But what if?" the caller said.

"But what if nothing man, face it I'm right." David clicked the next song on. And moved his headphones to his neck.

Brenda smiled and sighed, "Well what if it isn't about the bad guy…good guy thing. What if its about history and loyalty?"

David swung around seeing Brenda in her sexy dress she had bought earlier that day leaning against the door in the studio.

"Then I say that sometimes the girl has to ask herself if its about love anymore, because loyalty and history shouldn't be the only thing." David looked down.

"Ok well what if its because she is scared. Scared because its new and the old is comfortable and safe.

David smirked and shook his head, "Is it really?

Brenda eyed the audience, they weren't paying attention too much with them in the radio studio but she did see Kelly, Donna, Gina and Steve sitting in the distance. David followed Brenda's glare and knew she was looking at their friends. David got up and pulled the blinds down, closing them.

"Better?" he looked her up and down.

Brenda swallowed hard and closed her eyes, "I'm not going to cheat on Dylan. I owe him more than that."

David nodded, "I know."

Brenda sighed, "I wish you would stop talking about me on your radio show, people are going to start to talk." Brenda sat on the counter next to him.

"Who said I was talking about you?" David said with attitude.

Brenda smiled and looked down, "Stop being a pompous ass, you don't play the bad guy very well."

David stood up and moved closer to her. Brenda backed away instinctively and felt butterflies as he moved his hips in between her legs and lowered his head, "I can play the bad guy." David said softly.

Brenda breathed out and looked up at him. She found herself inches from her face. She swallowed hard, "I cant sleep with you until I talk to Dylan."

David leaned in and slowly kissed her, he gently moved his tongue against hers. Brenda breathed out again wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt him pull her closer against him roughly. David slowly pulled away and smiled, "I can wait." he said as he backed away. David sat down and stared at her. Brenda was still trying to recuperate from their kiss. 'Hey I'm famous for waiting." David joked.

Brenda laughed and looked down. She shook her head and stood up. She felt her knees were weak so she leaned against the counter.

"I'll see you later." Brenda tried not to laugh but he made her giddy. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she grabbed her cocktail and walked out of the studio. She shut the door leaning against the opposite side. "Oh God." she murmured and she exhaled.

HEHEHEHE….the sexual tension is just beginning for these two. And Dylan, do you think he went and met Stacey? Leave me a review and you will find out.