Feeling a little lighter after his session with Dr. Linda Dylan made his way into his favorite coffee shop, his safe place. The place he went to forget life for a while. His mind had cleared a little and he thought that maybe he could finally concentrate long enough to get some work done. He sat once again at his favorite corner table, reading a manuscript. He was actually quite enjoying it, and he hadn't been this interested in one in a long time. In fact, he was so enamored in the story that he barely registered the chime of the door opening.

He continued to read, until he felt a sudden heat rise from his chest, that familiar hum under his skin suddenly overwhelming his body. He immediately lifted his head, and did a quick search around. There's no way this could be a coincidence, right? The same familiar feeling of being close to her...twice? This was definitely more than just his imagination.

Brenda. She's here.

His eyes scanned the room until his head was fully turned toward the counter, where he spotted the back of a petite brunette, standing next to a pretty red head.

He could make out the red head because she was facing the side, leaning her hip on the counter. She spoke to her brunette friend, who was facing completely away from him. Dylan couldn't see her face, but he would recognize her small figure anywhere. It had to be her, didn't it?

And then, he heard it. As the cute red head spoke to her, she let out a beautiful laugh. A laugh he knew. A laugh he had heard over and over during their playfulness and long nights of enjoying each other. A laugh he had spent too long without. It was her. It was Brenda.

What are the chances? She'd been on his mind non stop for days, and now here she was. Like he'd brought her here to him with his thoughts, spoke her into his existence. He had to talk to her. Be near her. Dylan told himself I just need to know she's okay. Then everything will be fine again.

Without much thought, he slowly moved to get up, his body in a weird state where it felt like he was floating. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and all the sounds in the room seemed to mute. Dylan took slow careful steps towards her, his eyes never leaving her back for fear that if she turned around, he might miss it. When he got within 5 feet of her, there was no mistaking the way his body reacted. He knew that she felt the shift in the energy surrounding them too, because he noticed her body tense as he walked up behind her. As she searched her purse for her wallet, Dylan quickly grabbed a twenty from his pocket, and reached out over her shoulder, handing it to the barista.

"It's on me." He said hoarsely, surprised he could even get the words out. His body was nearly vibrating being so close to her. As soon as he spoke, the petite brunette in front of him froze completely. Her entire body stiff and tense, and he thought he saw goosebumps move over her exposed arms.

"Hey, Bren." He said softly. Almost a whisper. He couldn't believe she was here, in front of him, after all these years. And what's more than that, he couldn't believe that even after all this time, his body still reflexively reacted this way. It was so intense, and he hadn't even seen her face yet.

After a long moment, and a concerned look from her red head friend, the brunette finally turned slowly toward him. Dylan's breath almost caught in his throat at the sight before him as she spun her head around, eyes looking down at first, and then, finally, blue gray eyes met his stare. The moment their eyes locked, every feeling, every memory, every single moment they'd shared together that Dylan had tried to squash down came rushing back to him.

Brenda Walsh stood there in front of him fully turned around now, looking stunning in a fitted black short sleeve top, paired with a deep red skirt that came just above her knees. It hugged her curves tightly and had a high slit. She wore heels that elongated her slim legs, and her dark brown hair lay in perfect shiny waves over her shoulders. Her face looked more mature but still held the unique beauty she always possessed, more so if that was even possible. Dylan couldn't believe how incredible she looked, her red lipstick making her eyes stand out even more than usual.

Her red head friend must have sensed the awkward energy and gave her a little nudge.

"Uh…Hi, Dylan." Her voice rang out.

Dylan couldn't help the way his heart lurched at the sound of his name on her lips, and hearing the familiar sound of her voice. A voice that had always brought him comfort, and always helped to calm him. A voice that belonged to the woman he'd always loved.

"How are you? What brings you here? It's been...God 4 years." He said nervously, grabbing the back of his neck. He didn't know what to say but he had to say something.

Dylan hoped he didn't look crazy, but he couldn't stop staring into her eyes. The feelings he had always had for her consuming him, hitting him like a crushing wave after years of tucking them away safely in a protected space in his mind. Brenda seemed relaxed, standing tall and confident now. She almost seemed…unbothered by his presence? Could it be that she was not as affected as he was by this chance encounter?

"Yeah, something like that. I'm really good, I'm here for a play actually." She held his eyes for a moment, and then looked over at her friend before turning to meet Dylan's eyes again.

"Oh sorry, Dylan, this is Annie. Annie this is…an old friend." She looked down again.

Ouch. Dylan tried not to flinch when she introduced him as just an old friend. He eyed her uncomfortably for a moment, and then turned his attention to Annie.

He reached his hand out to shake hers, "Nice to meet you, are you here for the play as well?" He asked nicely.

"I am. I'm one of the supporting characters, of course our Brenda here is the lead. No surprise there." She smiled a pretty smile that sparkled as she bragged about her friend. "It opens next Saturday."

Dylan wasn't surprised. Brenda was always hugely talented, and had gotten a lot of lead roles when they'd lived together in London. He nodded his head and turned his attention to Brenda. He couldn't believe the way his heart was pounding in his chest right now. It seemed so loud. Could they hear it, too?

"Wow that's great, Bren. Still taking the theatre world by storm I see." Dylan said as he gave her his famous half smirk. Brenda gave him a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess. Can't keep still, You know me." She said in a confident and steady voice.

Dylan placed his hands in his pockets and nodded slightly, looking into her eyes with raised eyebrows, "I do."

Brenda returned his stare where they sat quiet for another long moment. Dylan could always get lost in that sparkle in her eyes. She seemed much more relaxed than he felt. Was she really not affected by this the way he was? He tried to remind himself that Brenda was an excellent actress.

Brenda cleared her throat and looked down, breaking their stare and the silence, snapping Dylan back to reality. Annie stood awkwardly beside them, understanding that there had to be some kind of history here. Dylan looked in her direction, hoping to push the conversation along.

"So Annie, is this your first time in LA?" He asked nicely, trying to include her and eliminate the tension in the air.

"It is, but Brenda has done a great job of keeping me company and showing me around. Thankfully I'm not alone here. It's different than New York but still pretty fast paced and completely unfamiliar." Dylan could hear the New York accent that was thick in Annie's tone.

Brenda turned her attention toward her friend, "Yeah, I mean I only lived here a few years when we were kids so I don't remember a ton, but we've had fun exploring together." Brenda says matter of factly with a beautiful smile on her face.

Dylan had to smile at her confidence. She was still the same.

Annie bumped her hip gently and Brenda let out a glorious laugh that made Dylan's heart jump. "Oh come on, Brenda you're a great tour guide."

"Meh, she's alright." A familiar voice interrupted. "Little tame if you ask me. Now that I'm here though, I'll make sure to take you to the really good spots. Show you a fun time." Val walked up smoothly, putting one arm around Brenda's shoulders and the other on her hip. She looked at Dylan with feigned sweetness. "Oh lookie here." She tilted her head slightly to the side, "What's up, dick?"

Dylan took a deep breath a shook his head slightly. Valerie Malone. Of course she was here. The liar in the flesh. Not only was Brenda in LA, but so was she.

"Val." Dylan said smoothly, acknowledging her. "Fancy meeting you here. Been a long time." He said unphased. He was used to her attitude.

She smirked at him and gave a little shrug, "Yeah, well not long enough. But what can I say. The beach came calling." She replied sarcastically, referring to his phone call. She gave him a mischievous grin. Brenda cleared her throat and elbowed Val slightly.

Just as Dylan was about to speak again, the barista came up behind the women with their coffee order.

As Brenda turned and raised her left hand to grab her coffee, Dylan's eye caught the sparkly diamond that wrapped itself around her ring finger. He suddenly felt as though he couldn't breathe. The warmth in his body was replaced by a cold, somber feeling, like ice in his veins. Did his heart stop beating? He wouldn't be surprised if it did.

He didn't see a wedding band, which brought him the briefest moment of relief, but changed nothing. Brenda was engaged. She was marrying someone else. There was the evidence that she's okay. But Dylan definitely wasn't.

Brenda turned back with their coffees giving Annie her cup with a smile, and then turned back to Dylan. Before she could speak, Val jumped in again.

"Well. We should really get going. Busy day." She said with sass. As she walked by him heading toward the door, she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close. "No games, Dylan. I mean it." She whispered for only him to hear.

She was out the door before he could respond.

Annie began to move slowly following Val. She gave Dylan a sweet smile. "It was nice to meet you, Dylan. Maybe we'll see you at the play." Her eyes flicked to Brenda, who shot her a wide-eyed look.

"Yeah, maybe you will." Dylan replied casually as she made her way to the exit. Then his attention was back on Brenda. She was holding her coffee in her left hand with that ridiculously big engagement ring mocking him. It wasn't even her style.

"You look great, Bren." She really did. Dylan couldn't believe how amazing she looked. She was more grown now, still thin but had more womanly curves at the hips. Her face, if not more mature and a bit thinner to show off her cheek bones, looked the same. As beautiful as he remembered her, it was his Bren.

She gave him a sweet smirk. "Thanks, Dylan. Listen it was nice to see you, but I gotta go. I'll see you around, okay?" She said sweetly. Confidently. Unaffected. It was driving him crazy, there was no way she wasn't feeling the same thing he was, right?

He hadn't even responded before she was moving to go around him. As she walked passed, Dylan without even thinking reached his hand out and grabbed hers. A warm current flowed through him, and he knew Brenda felt it too. Her body tensed as she looked down at their hands, and then back up at him. Their faces were close, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck.

He stared deep into her eyes, and there it was. He could still read her. Actress or not, he could see that she was just as affected by their reunion as he was.

After lingering near each other for longer than appropriate, Brenda finally pulled her hand away. She gave Dylan a sweet smile before quickly looking at the door, not meeting his eyes. "Um…I…uh…should go. Bye, Dylan." And then she was gone. He wanted to stop her but he wasn't able to focus on anything.

Dylan turned his head around to watch her exit. "Bye, Bren." He whispered to himself as he sat there alone, empty once again. He took a deep breath to steady himself, exhaled, and went to gather his things.

Brenda, Val, and Annie exited the coffee shop swiftly, and after making it far enough away, Annie spoke up.

"Well, well, wasn't that interesting? He was beyond sexy." She said teasing.

"Don't start with me." Brenda said with a breath of laughter. She already knew that. He'd always been sexy, and he'd somehow gotten better looking in the 4 years since she'd seen him. How the hell did he do that?

"I'm just saying." Annie chuckled. "You have history with him don't you? And don't lie to me. The sexual tension was so thick I think I got pregnant." She said jokingly, causing Val to laugh loudly in agreement.

"Yeah. With twins." Val added still chuckling.

Brenda let out a laugh, "Oh god, it's such a long story." Then she stopped and looked down at the sidewalk. She took a deep breath, still unsure that what just happened DID ACTUALLY happen.

Val started to speak up, "So it all started when-"

Brenda cut her off. She couldn't get into right now. She needed some time to get her thoughts and feelings in check. "Listen, Can we just table it for now? I need to get my head on straight." She said breathlessly as they walked arm in arm toward the theatre. She ignored Val's looks of worry glancing in her direction.

"Yeah, of course, we still need to eat, though. Our brunch got kind of derailed." Annie said sweetly.

Brenda was grateful that Annie didn't push further. She must have been able to tell that Dylan was someone important, and maybe a sore subject. It wasn't exactly a light and airy reunion.

The three girls walked past the theatre until they found another cozy cafe and went inside to have brunch. Brenda wasn't ready to discuss the whole saga that was her and Dylan. She would eventually, but right now, she was trying her hardest to forget again.

Seeing Dylan was not the plan. In fact, he was the last person she wanted to run into. The whole reason she was nervous to even come to LA in the first place was because of him. Her body still buzzed with adrenaline from being so close to him again, to the point that she felt herself trembling. She was antsy and jittery. Did he notice? Could he tell? Dylan could always read her better than anyone.

From the moment she met his eyes in that coffee shop she felt like she wasn't in control. Her body was responding to commands but inside she felt like a war was waging between her heart and mind. She was thankful her friends were there with her. She hated to think how differently the impromptu reunion would have gone if she was alone.

Damn it. This is exactly what she was trying to avoid. Brenda wondered if he had noticed her engagement ring. He didn't mention anything about it, then again, neither did she. But it was only a few minutes, they could hardly divulge what they'd been up to the last 4 years in that time. Not that she wanted to know. She already knew enough about what he'd done when he left London and it crushed her. Brenda sighed, frustrated. She was happy in her life, and so far she'd done a pretty good job of keeping Dylan out of sight, out of mind. Well. There goes that.

I hate LA.

His heart had yet to calm and his pulse was just as quick as the moment he'd first sensed her. His skin still felt the electricity from her touch. How did she still make him feel this way? All that work he'd done to forget her gone in an instant.

Dylan made it back to his house and plopped onto his couch. He brought his elbows to his knees and rested his head in his hands. His knee was bouncing up and down frantically as he tried to collect himself. He thought about his run-in with Brenda. How he instantly knew she was there without even having to see her, like his soul recognized hers before he could even register what was happening. How her eyes drew him in until he was almost too lost to find his way back. He remembered her red lips and sparkling eyes. God she was beautiful. She'd tried to hide her emotions but Dylan could see the truth in her eyes when he touched her hand. She felt something too.

Then his heart dropped to his stomach as he remembered that other pretty significant detail…she was engaged. He couldn't deny the heartbreak from knowing that she was even seeing someone else, let alone getting married. Dylan thought back to their freshman year in college, when Brenda was engaged to Stuart Carson. He hated it then, too. But he could tell that she wasn't in love with him. She'd only known him for a short time, and Dylan knew she was being impulsive and that it wouldn't last.

Flash

"You really love this guy, Bren?"

"Tonight's not the night to ask." She says softly.

"Well if you're not sure, then you better not marry him."

"Dylan, you know me better than that."

Dylan leans in closer to her, his brown eyes looking intensely into hers, "I know you better than anybody." He says with emphasis.

"I know you do." She agrees.

"And I gotta tell you, secretly, in the back of my mind, I've been hoping the whole thing falls apart" he says matter of fact, without hesitation.

"Dylan come on, that's not fair. I don't want to hear that, especially tonight.

"If you marry this guy, Bren. You and I will never have another chance."

Dylan inhaled deeply, remembering that time and how much he fucking hated Stuart Carson. When Jim came to him and told him that he still had influence over Brenda's heart, Dylan got excited. He had taken that opportunity to tell her exactly how he felt about her engagement. It backfired though because she thought he was just trying to manipulate her decision because of her father. But Dylan meant what he said. He'd meant every word.

That time was very different than this time though. Back then, they were a constant presence in each other's lives. Even if they weren't together they were still close friends. The closest. They were there for each other and supported each other. He knew she wasn't really in love with Stuart. He knew everything about her. But now, it had been over 4 years since he'd even spoken to her. He didn't know how long she had been with this guy. If she really truly loved him, unlike Stuart. He didn't know who he was, how he treated her, if Jim approved of him, or if he'd met Brandon.

The hardest part to accept though, was that none of it even mattered. She didn't owe him anything. She'd accepted this guy's proposal and she was free to do so. He left Brenda for a reason. And as much as this pained him, he knew the risk he was taking when he decided to go. And isn't this what he wanted for her anyway? To be happy with someone who had his shit together and could give her everything she deserved? Someone who wouldn't drag her down with his own bullshit? Someone who wasn't afraid? Ugh.

So much confusion. So many questions and conflicting feelings. The only thing Dylan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, was that whoever this guy was, he just hit the fucking lottery.

As he left to go pick up Maddie from dance class, there was only one big question on Dylan's mind…now what?

Would he see her again? He didn't get her number, or find out where she was staying. What are the chances he would randomly happen upon her a third time? Could they maybe try to be friends after everything? Would she want that? Would he?

Dylan tried to silence the overflow of thoughts in his mind as he opened the door to Maddie's dance studio. He looked on as she was finishing up her class. She was utterly adorable in her black leotard and pink tutu trying to keep up with the moves being taught. If there was one thing that was certain, it was that his goddaughter could always put a smile on his face. When class was over, Maddie's face lit up as she spotted Dylan and ran into his arms.

"Uncle Dylan!" She squealed excitedly.

"Heyyyy Madster!" Dylan grabbed her dance bag putting it over her shoulder and then faked a grunt as he lifted her up to hold her. "Wow, how did you grow so much in just a week Mads?"

"That's cuz I kissing daddy's cheeks every day. He says I grow bigger every time I peck his cheek." She said innocently.

Dylan had to stifle his laughter at Steve's ridiculous fib. Then he decided to continued the fib himself.

"Is that so? Huh, I wonder if that works if you kiss my cheek, too?" He asked her.

Maddie wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big peck on his cheek. "Guess we will see!"

Dylan chuckled, "Alright Mads, let's hit the park before we go back to your house, what do you say kiddo?"

"Yayyyy!" She threw her arms in the air in excitement as Dylan lowered her to the ground and led her out of the dance studio to a park a few blocks away.

After an hour of pushing her on swings and chasing her down slides, they headed back to Steve's house.

Dylan opened the door without knocking as usual and he and Maddie strolled into the house. Steve came to the door and knelt down with his arms open.

"Hey sweetheart. How was dance class and playtime with Uncle Dylan?" He asked as he scooped up his daughter.

"It was so fun!" She immediately tried to wiggle out of his arms to go play with her toys.

Steve tightened his hold on her, "Hey wait a minute, don't you want to grow at all today?" He asked.

Dylan shook his head with a humorous look on his face, knowing what Steve was up to.

"Sorry Daddy, I already kissed Uncle Dylan so I'm all set." She shimmied out of his arms and ran to her toy chest in the lounge.

Steve eyed Dylan as he failed at holding in his laughter.

"Thanks a lot, Bro." He said defeated, which only made Dylan laugh harder.

"Sorry Steve, girl's gotta grow." He said still chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah." Steve said as he moved toward the kitchen where Janet was preparing dinner.

Dylan's attention went to the lounge area.

Flash

"Do you need anything? A soda or something?" Brenda begins playing with her hands nervously.

"Yeah that'd be great." He says as he gets comfortable on the couch, placing both arms behind his head.

She moves to the kitchen to get his soda and Dylan decides to have a little fun with her.

"Your mom said there are some sandwiches in the refrigerator!" He calls out to her from his spot on the couch.

"Okay!" She calls back.

"And an apple!" Dylan smirks to himself.

She comes in and places the soda, sandwiches, and apple on the coffee table.

"Anything else?" She asks amused, knowing he is probably messing with her on purpose.

"Could I get a blanket?" He smiles at her and watches as she huffs and tosses the blanket next to him on the couch.

"And...my book's on that table right over there." He says pointing in that direction.

"Will that be all?" She asked sarcastically and heavily annoyed now. Dylan had to smile at her, she was so cute when she was frustrated.

"Just one more thing..."

She puts her hands on her hips, over his little game by now, "What?"

"You." He says completely serious, finally getting around to the only thing he really wants. He stares into her eyes.

She chuckles, "Dylan." she says as she crawls on top of him.

"Ow." She accidentally pushes on his injured ribs but he doesn't care. He would take the pain over and over if it meant he could be close to her again.

"I'm sorry." She says sweetly.

His arms are around her instantly, "No it's...it's okay. Don't stop." Please, definitely don't stop.

"You know, the hardest thing I ever had to do was try to stay away from you." She whispers.

Dylan looks deep into her eyes before her kisses her and everything else falls away.

"You coming?" Steve asked.

Dylan nodded and tried to shake the memory from his mind as he followed Steve to the kitchen, leaving Maddie to play with her toys.

"Dude, you ok?" Steve asked looking at Dylan curiously. Shit, can he tell? "You look...pale." Steve continued.

"I'm good, thanks." He lied.

Steve shrugged it off and then offered Dylan a water or soda as he reached for a beer for himself. His friend drinking around him never bothered him, he wanted him to feel comfortable. But he would be lying if he said this wasn't a day where something to take the edge off wouldn't suck. He wouldn't go there though, not after everything. Janet greeted him kindly as he sat on the bar stool at the tall counter.

Without the distraction of Maddie to keep his brain busy, his run-in with Brenda was at the front of his mind again, screaming at him. The way her scent surrounded him. The way her hair lay over her shoulders and contrasted her face. The way the sound of her laughter filled the air. The memories that kept coming back. His mind was swirling with thoughts of her. Two days ago he was leaving the therapist's office worried about opening the door to their past, and today the door was blown completely off the hinges while the past blew through and made itself at home in his mind. He didn't know what to think or feel anymore. Dylan didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts before he finally heard Steve.

"McKay! Dude!"

Dylan looked over at Steve who was eyeing him, waiting for a response with his eyebrows raised. "What?"

"What's going on with you? You look like hell."

Janet cleared her throat and corrected her husband, "What Steve means is that you just seem a little out of it."

"What do you mean? I'm fine." Dylan shrugged and lifted his coke off the counter taking a sip, trying to seem casual.

"Fine? Riiiight. That's why you just stared at my countertop for five minutes and your leg has been bouncing uncontrollably since you sat down." Steve pointed to the evidence.

Dylan looked down at the limb that betrayed him and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He blew out a breath as he raked his face and put his head in his hands, elbows resting on the countertop.

"Alright...Man..." He said resigned. "You'll never guess who I saw today." No sense in keeping it from him. He was obviously shit at hiding it.

"Okayyyy?" Steve drew out slowly. "Who?"

Dylan noticed that his friend had a strange look on his face. He almost looked...worried? No. That can't be right.

"Brenda." Dylan breathed out. "I saw Brenda today." It was the first time he said it out loud, and the words made his stomach do a flip.

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat and started fidgeting with his beer, turning the bottle in circles. Dylan noticed but assumed it was because conversations about Brenda had always been so uncomfortable in the past. When he first got back from London he responded coldly any time someone asked about her. After that, he clammed up any time her name was mentioned, so eventually, everyone just stopped talking about her around him, which was his goal at the time.

"Brenda? Our Brenda? Brenda Walsh?" Steve asked while keeping his mouth on his beer, not meeting Dylan's eyes. Dylan looked at him with an expression that said Duh. He vaguely noticed Janet's accusing look at her husband. Like she was mentally telling him to shut up.

"Yes Steve." He said slowly with a nod, as if he was trying to explain something obvious to a toddler. "Brenda Walsh." He couldn't say our Brenda because she wasn't anymore. Not his anyway. The thought sent a shockwave of pain through him.

"Really? Huh. Wow. That's really...random." Steve said in a tone higher than necessary.

Okay. He's being weird.

Janet cleared her throat softly and then turned toward the sink away from them.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dylan said, ignoring Steve's strange behavior. He had enough to worry about trying to figure out his own emotions. He tried to play it cool. He didn't want to answer a bunch of questions he himself didn't even have answers to. "Anyway I don't know man, it just has me a little weirded out. It's been a long time since I've seen her back here. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

Steve nodded his head in understanding, "Ah okay. So that's why you've looked like you've seen a ghost since you walked in here."

"I mean I guess I kind of did, right? She hasn't been back here in...God 8 years? It's just thrown me a little off today." Dylan kept his voice calm and even.

"Well yeah but it's been more like 4 years since you've seen her right?" Steve asked.

Wait. What?

When he came back, Dylan had lied about when he left London. He told Kelly he had left two years before he arrived back in Beverly Hills.

Jesus I suck. But. So then...how? How does Steve know the last time I really saw Bren?

Just as Dylan was about to respond, Maddie came running into the kitchen and crawled into Dylan's lap.

"Uncle Dylan! Do you like my new toy?" She asked cheerfully as she tickled his face with the stuffed bunny's ears.

"Wow I do, it's very soft Mads and almost as cute and snuggly as you." He said as he poked her button nose sweetly.

"Her name is Snow!" She told him excitedly.

"Snow huh? Why Snow? She's a brown bunny." He wiggled the bunny's ears at her as if to prove his point.

"Yes but it was a present from my Auntie Bren, and she...she looks like a princess. She's beautiful like Snow White!"

What?

Did she say Auntie Bren? Dylan looked to the other adults in the room for answers. He furrowed his brow and eyed them questioningly. Steve was sipping his second beer, eyes looking everywhere but at Dylan, Janet was refolding the same dish towel for the third time. Dylan rolled his eyes, Steve's strange behavior finally starting to make sense. He turned his attention back to his goddaughter.

"Maddie? Sweetie. Who did you say got you this awesome bunny again?" He asked sweetly, awaiting confirmation from the toddler who was acting more adult than his grown friends at the moment.

"Aunt Brenda. She brought it for me when she came to visit me." Dylan felt the breath leave him as Maddie lifted herself from his lap and ran back to her play area.

His eyes immediately went to Steve's, who was still avoiding him.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, "Steve?" He asked expectedly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Steve shared a look with Janet, then finally met Dylan's eyes with guilt written on his face. Like a child that got caught in a lie. "Yeah, Okay...busted."

What the hell?!

Hahahah oh Steve! Lot of dialogue in this one between different people so I hope it was easy to read still.

I hope you enjoyed their little reunion. Im sure you've noticed that there is a lot more focus on Dylan's POV and feelings vs. Brenda's. There is a reason for that. Stick with me and you'll see why. :)