under pressure

palm springs weekend (aka a fling in palm springs)

"Girls, I'm a little concerned about there not being any parents out there." Their Mom tells them, as Brenda and Bree walk into the kitchen. The sisters were going with Kelly, Donna, Dylan, and Steve to Palm Springs that weekend, since it was President's Day on Monday, so they wouldn't have any school.

"That's the whole point. All the schools are out on President's Day. Kelly says anybody who's anybody goes to Palm Springs. It's a ritual...it's like the geese flying south...or north...or wherever they go." Brenda says, pouring herself some cereal.

"Well, just make sure we have a number where we can reach you." She says, making Bree roll her eyes.

"Maybe you should give us those radar collars, like for dogs." Brandon walks into the kitchen.

"Now, Bree, what you need is one of those collars that electrocutes you every time you're out of line," Bree hits his chest, while he laughs. "Oh, what I need is a new car," Their dad rolls his eyes, tired of hearing him talk about it. "Dad, I know what you're gonna say and I don't want you to say anything until you look at this brochure," He says, pouring himself a cup of coffee and going to him. "See, any good mechanic can restore an old engine. But, this guy completely restores the original interiors, the original the grille work." He takes it from him, looking down at it. Jim almost chokes on his coffee when he sees it.

"It's $25,000!" Bree lets out a snort, knowing that Brandon probably didn't want him to look at the price.

"Well, yeah, but it's a classic. And it's definitely gonna be worth more than that in five years. That's why Dylan's father bought him a Porsche." He sighs, looking at Brenda.

"Dylan's father is facing a grand jury indictment." He says, giving the brochure back to him. Brenda and Bree excuse themselves from the table, saying that they have to finish packing.

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"Donna, we're not going to Europe. You don't need three bags." Kelly says, as they try to help Donna pull her bags from her locker. The girl rolls her eyes.

"I have to dress according to every guy I meet. I mean, high school guys, college guys, grad school guys, dropout guys. You cannot dress the same for all guys."

"I guess I can see what you mean. Bring everything." Kelly says, making them all smile. Steve comes up to them, saying that they had to get a move on, if they wanted to get there on time. David comes up to them, making Bree smile. He wraps his arm around Steve's shoulder.

"Are we gonna have a blast this weekend or what?" He asks, making Bree and her friends raise their brows. Steve lets out a wince, while pursing his lips.

"There's been a slight change of plans." Bree's friends laugh awkwardly, as they walk away. Bree, however, links her arm with his, a smile on her face.

"Don't worry David, we'll have a blast this weekend."

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"Mademoiselle, your sweetheart awaits," Kelly says, opening the door for Brenda, Bree, and Donna. They had gone to get some last minute snacks and toiletries. They see Brenda looks annoyed, making their brows furrow. "What's wrong?"

"It's weird. I mean, I wanna be with Dylan and everything, but part of me just wants to get it over with, like I'm the last person that hasn't done it yet." She says, making Kelly smirk.

"Brenda, you are."

"No, you're not. I mean, I haven't done it yet either. I'm doing great." Bree says, making them all laugh.

"Look, Brenda, you're really going to like it. Probably? Maybe?"

"Listen, who would you rather be with? Dylan McKay or David Silver?" Bree frowned, not liking how they were talking about her friend. Especially since David had a huge crush on Kelly. He thought this weekend would make her like him. Bree didn't think so. They looked over at Steve's car, where David was, right next to him. He smiled at them, while Steve rolled his eyes.