In 1988 when Dylan Montgomery moves to Beverly Hills after her mother remarries, she must navigate the challenges of fitting into a glamorous but daunting upper-class life. Living across from the charmingly cocky Nicholas and his introspective broth...
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UPPER CLASS | cherriasian
may '89
Dylan woke up in Katie's bed, her body stiff and her mouth dry, with the faint aftertaste of bile clinging to her tongue. Her head throbbed, and as she shifted under the soft quilt, she realized she wasn't at home. The memories were hazy, her stomach churning as flashes from the night before flickered in her mind like a broken film reel.
Katie's bedroom door opened just as Dylan sat up, panic bubbling in her chest. Katie strolled in, balancing a tray with water, aspirin, and a plate of scrambled eggs. Her blonde hair was tied back, and her expression was a mix of concern and annoyance.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Katie said, setting the tray down on the nightstand.
Dylan groaned, pressing her hands to her temples. "What happened? Oh my God..." Her eyes widened, and she touched her mouth. "Did I... throw up?"
Katie winced. "Yeah. Sorry, babe. It wasn't pretty. But you're fine now."
"Oh my God, oh my God." Dylan's voice cracked as she scrambled for clarity. "I don't remember anything after—what, were we dancing? I don't even—" She stopped, tasting the lingering sourness in her mouth, and gagged. "Ugh, I feel disgusting. Did I seriously puke?"
Katie handed her the glass of water. "Drink this. And yes, you threw up, but it's not a big deal. Happens to everyone. Don't stress."
"Not a big deal?!" Dylan's voice rose in panic. "I don't remember anything, Katie. I faintly remember... Nicholas? Like... him helping me to the bathroom or something because I couldn't walk upstairs, but after that?" She shook her head, her eyes wide. "I have no idea."
Katie sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Okay, calm down. First of all, yeah, Nicholas helped you. He stayed with you for a while to make sure you were okay. And second of all, you passed out before anything truly embarrassing happened, so count that as a win."
"A win?" Dylan's stomach twisted. "Everyone saw me like that? Nicholas saw me like that?" She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
Katie gave her a teasing nudge. "Relax. It's not like he hasn't seen you drunk before."
"Not helping!" Dylan shot her a look, her cheeks flushed. "What else? Who else saw me like that?"
Katie hesitated. "Well, Heather helped out at first, and then I took over when we got you here. My mom's been fussing over you all morning, by the way. She's basically been in and out of my room with water and breakfast and stories about how she used to party back in her day. It's been a whole thing."
Dylan groaned again, pulling the blanket over her head. "Kill me now."
Katie pulled the blanket down with a smirk. "Sorry, not happening. You've still got to face the aftermath."
