Brandon Walsh Goes Back to the Hills

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

That very night, I was still in the bed with Valerie, she lied next to me peacefully sleeping not aware that a whole entire day had passed by. For a strange reason while I laid awake bare under a hotel's chandelier the tears rolled down my cheeks. Abrupt car accidents, paternity test, scandals, kissing one girl only to sleep with the other. I predicted I'd leave that afternoon in someone's' convertible to escape the problems that had been brewing all those years behind. This was Beverly Hills. After I became the president-elect they made me travel back to my birth home and I was surprised to find that I had no connection to the four-season state and its quiet roads. My neighbors and a good bit of people from my middle school were still around and they told my new fans that I was a man raised with Christian values. That I was kind and good natured. That all I achieved was because I was a stand-up guy. The more I thought, the more I pondered I realized that what Steve said in the hospital was correct. I worked hard, maybe, but my record was far from clean. What those old friends were reciting was what they said for all the boys who grew up in Minnesota, but really, I hadn't been that kid in years. No, I was a volley ball, club going junky, who liked women in bikinis, that drank martinis for breakfast. Girls in my neighborhood in Stone Temple wouldn't dare let you get into their pants and lo and behold in Beverly Hills I almost slept with a girl my second day. 'I am a womanizer,' here I was in the sunny state and it only took me a couple of weeks to go from crazy about Andrea to crazy about Valerie. California converted me from the day I moved into Casa de Walsh. The past three days were something else, but would it be weird and illogical to say that those were the best days I had in a while. Maybe because Brandon Walsh didn't just live in Beverly Hills, he became Beverly Hills.

A sudden knock from the door, and Brandon's thoughts were interrupted. He wiped the tears from his eyes and went to answer it. Valerie heard the bed creak and woke up immediately. She woke up just in enough time to see Brandon go for the door handle in nothing but his underwear and a white T-Shirt and she knew that he wasn't thinking clearly.

It was Andrea who just came back from Nat's house with Joan and Franky. While she was there she had failed to think about where Brandon had gone after their discussion last night, now she knew. She just came to check up on Valerie, but obviously, she was fine and being well taken care of.

"I'm sorry." Andrea said before turning and walking away. Brandon couldn't run after her like his instincts were pushing him too, if there was anything that the trip had taught him it was to be cautious.

"Wait," Valerie called out. She threw on some clothes quickly, chasing after the doctor. "Wait." She called out again when she didn't slow down. Andrea was at her room, on the verge of swiping her key when a call came in. This allowed Valerie and Brandon to reach her. They watched how Andrea's face turned sour inferring that whatever was being spoken on the other end was not pleasant.

When she got off the line Valerie and Brandon tried to explain all at once.

"Dylan said that Steve turned in the tape." Andrea uttered quietly and the couple's rambling came to a halt. Brandon's heart dropped, he never thought it possible, but things were about to get crazier.

"Dylan said to come to his room if we want to get it back." She continued.

They didn't hesitate in dropping everything, packing up in less than a minute, then heading across town to Dylan's hotel. The room door was wide open as he sat in the center on a cushioned stool.

"Why are these clowns here?!"

Brandon looked over his shoulder and saw Steve wistfully standing in the corner. "Steve Sanders, well now that you successfully ruined our lives, your services are no longer needed."