"Why is it that guys get so macho when it comes to their cars?" Brenda asks Kelly and Bree, as they're walking through the halls. They laugh, shaking their heads.
"I think it's an extension of their you-know-whats." Brenda and Kelly's jaws drop as they look at the younger girl, who simply laughs at their expressions. They're interrupted by Donna running up to them with a smile.
"Party hotline, cancel everything. We're having a blowout tonight," Kelly lets out a squeal, while the Walsh sisters simply look at her, confused. "My parents left for Cabo San Lucas this morning."
"Who's coming?" Kelly asks, excited.
"Oh, I don't know. We'll keep it small, private, strictly A-list."
"Um, can I ask Dylan?" Brenda asks, a big smile on her face. They all roll their eyes at her dazed expression.
"Just make sure you change the sheets in the guestroom afterwards, Don." They all laugh at Bree's words, as Brenda hits her arm and walks away.
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"Brandon, I said I don't wanna go there by myself. My friends are gonna totally leave me there alone, and you know I'm not a party person. The only reason I'm going is because Brenda begged me to." Bree says, walking into Brandon's room. She's wearing a skin-tight, long, black dress with the straps crossed around the neck with flats on, so she wouldn't be uncomfortable. She straightened her hair and she was putting on hoop earrings. Brandon lied on his bed, tossing a basketball in the air.
"I said I'd drive you two there." She rolls her eyes, letting out a scoff.
"No, you have to come in. Look, just stay for 10 minutes. If you completely hate it, you can leave." She says, putting her hands in a praying position.
"What if I only mildly hate it?" He asks, still throwing the basketball in the air. The last time he tosses, it she catches it, a smirk on her face.
"Then, you can stay for an hour," He shakes his head, trying to grab the basketball from her, but she keeps refusing. "Look, this morning, weren't you complaining about being bored and in a total rut?" He rolls his eyes, sitting up in the bed.
"Everyone's so Beverly Hills." He says, making Bree roll her eyes.
"Brandon, in case you haven't noticed, we're Beverly Hills. Please." She then starts kissing his cheek repeatedly, begging him with pleases. He pushes her off of him, grabbing the basketball.
"Fine, fine. But, save that for your party tonight." He says, wiping his cheek as he glares at her.
"That's why I need you there to protect Brenda and I." He sighs.
"I'll think about it," She smiles widely, before Brenda knocks on the door. She motions for them to follow her and they go into their parents room, seeing them passionately kissing. Brandon covers Bree's eyes as a joke. "Woah, woah, woah. Settle down there, we have a child in the room." Bree laughs, swatting his hand away.
"Should we shut the door?" Brenda asks, making her parents roll their eyes.
"No, we were just practising for my corporate retreat next weekend. It's in Palm Springs this year," Their dad says, making Brenda's jaw drop. She asks to go, but they say no. "Sorry, strictly adults only."
"Yeah, I can see that." Bree mutters, making them all laugh.
"Would you be terribly disappointed if we skipped town and left you three alone?" The siblings share a look, smirking at each other.
"I think we can handle it."
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At the party, the Walsh siblings walk in, immediately intimidated by the amount of people there. They walk further into the house, seeing their friends by the bar. Kelly and Donna were sitting down, while Steve was pouring drinks for people. They greet them all, with Kelly offering Brenda a drink. She takes a sip, nodding at how good it tasted. Bree raised a brow. Brenda had never drank alcohol before. Steve offers Brandon a drink, but he declines.
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Fanfictionbrinan goes through her school life with tons of trials and tribulations. lets see how she gets through them.