Chapter 17

UC Berkeley

I smiled as I kissed Brenda's face. We had arrived in San Francisco late last night. All we did really was take a taxi to our hotel, we didn't get to see anything but I did have the day planned for her today. My goal was to make Brenda fall in love with Berkeley. We had a tour of campus and I was meeting with a professor, secretly I had set up a meeting with the theater department as well so Brenda can hear about that while I was chatting with Katie Schramm, the undergraduate Major and Minor Adviser of the English department. She was a friend of Gill Myers and she was going to introduce me around and to Professor Abel. Brenda hummed moving slightly but didn't open her eyes. I kissed her face again.

"It's time to wake up sleeping beauty." I whispered into her ear.

"Uh uh." She moved to her side away from me, her naked bottom hit my morning wood and I inwardly moaned. Yes we needed to wake up, we had two and half hours to have sex, order breakfast and head to campus. Yes that was my morning plan, preferably in that order and I needed that whole entire time. It wasn't everyday Brenda woke up in my arms. Actually it was a never, except in Baja and that was a while ago. Naked and warm, she smelled like coconut, I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her, my arms wrapping around her mid section tighter.

"Baby." I whispered rubbing my dick in between her ass cheeks. My hand wandered across her taut stomach and I felt her sigh happily. My hand wondered up to her breast, her head leaning back to me allowing me to feast on her neck. "Mmmmm." I moaned, "I could get used to this." I whispered.

She felt so amazing up against me. Waking up like this was becoming my new favorite thing. I thought about college and doing this everyday. Right then I decided I didn't care where Brenda wanted to go to school. Berkeley, New York, even CU as long as I got to be with her like this…it didn't matter what city we were in.

She moaned then rubbed her backside against my erection again, I pinched her nipple in between my fingers and she jumped. "Owe." She yelped and I laughed pulling her so she was facing me. Not that I didn't like rubbing myself against her ass, I loved the front of her even more.

"Good morning." I breathed and kissed her softly.

"Morning." She whispered against my lips. My arms were around her tightly as I looked at her. Her hair was wild from her curls and framed her gorgeous face. Her eyes were still closed. Not a stitch of makeup on her face, god she was pretty.

"You are so beautiful." I whispered more to myself but I was aware I said it out loud when her eyes opened. She smirked and kissed me again. This time my hand roamed and found home in between her legs. She looked into my eyes as I played with her. Her hand coming to my face tenderly. Then her eyes closed as she moaned out and pushed herself into my hand. Maybe waking up naked next to Brenda was my new favorite thing, but this beat it, oh yeah this beat that BIG TIME.

Last night when we finally got to the hotel after prom. We fucked hard and quick not being able to control ourselves. I mean, shit high school was ending, we went to prom, we were back together and we were away for the weekend. I had trouble containing myself in the cab over here. So when we finally got to our room, our clothes were discarded with quickness and I was plunging into her minutes later. Right now…I wanted to cherish her, make love to her and show her exactly how good we were together. Also every time I was with her it made me realize just how much I had missed her. Those 5 months were the longest and loneliest months of my life. I realized because when I'm with her I felt complete and it took me being without her for a little while to realize it. When I pushed into my girl, no barrier thanks to Ortho Tri-Cyclen. It was bliss. Rocking into her slowly, watching her face in pleasure, feeling the tightness and warmth of her around me there is nothing like it. With Brenda I had a lot of realizations this prom weekend and it occurred to me it wasn't one in particular thing that was my new favorite. Brenda was my favorite plain and simple.

One hour down. So far so good. Brenda was in the shower and even though I was so tempted to stay in there with her, I knew I couldn't. After today we still had another day to sight see and have every meal in bed but today we had a college to see since they had moved our tour from Sunday to Saturday and even though it was difficult, I had to leave naked Brenda in the shower after I rinsed off so I could order our breakfast. It came quickly thankfully and soon Brenda was sitting in the hotel robe, her hair now straight and wet hanging down her shoulder as we enjoyed our food. I had ordered the fruit, granola and yogurt for Bren and I had black coffee and two eggs over medium with toast. We eye fucked each other through breakfast and Brenda shamelessly ate her yogurt licking the spoon a little too enthusiastically to be done not on purpose. I had to adjust myself three times during breakfast and that little vixen knew exactly what she was doing. I sipped my coffee and watched her face turn serious.

"What's up?" I asked knowing right away the mood went from playful and horny to serious.

She shrugged one shoulder and looked down. I moved into the seat next to her. My hand came up and pushed her wet hair from her face, "What is it?" I asked nervously. Things had been so playful and sexy and fun this morning, I wasn't sure what changed.

"I've been meaning to tell you…I just haven't had a chance with prom and getting here." She paused and I waited for her to continue. I played with the ends of her hair and watched her.

"I'm really happy Dylan." She looked at me. Her eyes sparking, there was the sparkle I had missed these past few months.

I nod once, "I'm happy too." I reassure her as I grab her hand in mine.

"I've been seeing a psychologist named Annie. Mrs. Hardy, the school counselor, she set it up. She is trying to help me work through some of this stuff." Her free hand waved to her head. She sighed and I squeezed her hand, "No one knows. Not Brandon, not my parents…I guess just you now. I know you wouldn't judge me, its just kind of embarrassing, like why do I feel the way I do? Why when you talk to Kelly or a random girl from your math class do I feel insecure?" She looked at me, tears threatening to break loose.

"Oh baby." I pulled her into me. I hugged her to me tightly. "I would never judge you and it's not embarrassing. Don't ever feel embarrassed with me Bren. I'm here for you but I know for a while I wasn't and I'm so sorry about that. If Annie is helping you sort out everything then I'm happy you have her, don't ever feel you can't share this stuff with me, I'm always here just like you've always been there for me."

She nodded against me. "You don't have to worry about Kelly or any other girl Brenda." She pulled away and looked into my eyes, I smiled, "I'm seriously crazy about you, I mean whipped beyond belief." She laughs lightly, "I'm not going to do anything to screw this up. No girl holds a candle to you and I know now what it's like without you. I know words can't make the insecurity go away…but Brenda I'll prove to you, you can trust me. If it's the last thing I do. I'm not afraid of this anymore. The feelings I have aren't scary anymore. They are real and deep and intense and I like it. I like feeling this way. Don't you?"

She wiped her tear quickly and nodded, "I do." I kissed her then. Gently, softly, slowly. "I love you." She said in between kisses.

I then looked into her eyes, the windows of her soul and told the truth, "I love you too."

I gripped Brenda's hand tightly, "Fuck this campus is big." She said out of breath as we tried to meet the tour at Sproul Hall. So my timing was off, it was suppose to be, sex, breakfast, tour…it turned into sex, shower, breakfast, sex again now we were practically running to make the tour. Sproul is a place to get registration paperwork done and a very common spot to meet for protests and it happened to be where the tour began. Brenda got a kick out of that fun fact. We walk really fast and meet the group which consists of kids our age. It's started already but we only get a quick glance before the tour guide carries on.

"The University of California, Berkeley is a public research university in Berkeley, California. It was founded in 1868 and serves as the flagship institution of the ten research universities affiliated with the University of California system. Berkeley has since grown to instruct over 40,000 students in approximately 350 undergraduate and graduate degree programs covering numerous disciplines. Also UC Berkeley has been the school behind 17 Nobel prize winners and has discovered 6 elements of the periodic table." The tour guide said proudly. I squeezed Brenda's hand. Her eyes met mine. She liked it here already…I could tell.

First they take us to the Doe library, which is the main UC Berkeley library on campus. It was absolutely gorgeous. It housed high ceilings and big windows and won a architecture competition in 1900 for its design. Then they took us to the Pimental hall. It was a circular lecture hall with a revolving stage. I watched Brenda's face as the teachers stage turned around with screens for presentations and chalk boards. Man it would be cool to be in this hall during a lecture. I mean maybe not easy to pay attention to anything with that distraction but the revolving stage but still pretty cool. The tour brought us to the Valley Life Sciences Building, or called VLSB if you were a student. It was explained it was the largest building on campus and housed the paleontology museum and many of the biology labs. Berkeley was big in the sciences, huge actually. Probably the number one reason to go here. The building was spectacular in size and just as beautiful as the campus itself. Me and Bren knew with our majors we wouldn't be spending much time in there. As we continued the tour Brenda and I held hands as we walked around listening to the tour guide Billy I think was his name. We looked up to hear the clock bells and there to the right was the Sather Tower or the clock tower, it was beautiful.

"God that's lovely, it looks like it belongs in Europe or something." Brenda breathed as she looked up at it.

"Yeah." I breathed, this campus was one of the most beautiful campus's in the country. It was known.

As the tour brought us in the tower and up it we looked out over the city. This tower had to have had the best view in the city. It was truly amazing. It was nature and beauty in the middle of a huge city. "You like it here Bren?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me and smiled, "I do…very much. You?"

"I've always wanted to go here." Brenda nodded.

"Look at the bay." She pointed the Golden Gate bridge in the distance. I leaned my cheek against hers holding her from behind. "It's spectacular." She whispered.

I nodded against her head, "I don't care where we go to school Bren…as long as your with me." She looked deeply into my eyes touched.

She didn't say anything as our attention went to Billy. We left the tower and then he brought us to Memorial Glade. He explained that this grass area was very popular with students. They came here to sun bathe, study, take a nap in between classes. The area was an empty space of grass. It was like a small park in the middle of campus. I smiled, I could see Bren and me meeting here, having lunch, cuddling under the trees. It was sure peaceful here. I really loved it.

BPOV

Honestly I had never seen anything like it. The Berkeley campus was so beautiful. The people friendly. There were tons of things to do around campus too. I hadn't said much during the tour but either had Dylan. I knew Dylan really wanted to go here and honestly I could picture us here but I also knew Dylan would choose whatever college I wanted. He had mentioned it numerous times.

Berkeley was a highly academic school, you could tell, the school was known for their science and engineer programs. Everyone we had come in contact with looked smart as all hell. I felt silly when I first pictured hippies everywhere smoking joints and dancing in the streets of Height Asbury but no…it wasn't the 60's anymore, Berkeley was known for their protests and zen qualities but the college was now way more conservative that it was back in the day. I looked at Dylan as they talked about the protests and how Berkeley was still the most democratic cities in the country, I swore I saw a little Iris peaking through when we saw a peaceful demonstration outside of the military recruiting office. I would never tell him that though. I was actually so surprised at the students walking around until I saw a group of students smoking a joint on the grass area of Memorial Glade. I looked at Dylan, his smile shined bright, there was a little height asbury here still and instead of making us uncomfortable it made us giggle. These tours were great at showing us around the school, telling us the history but they told us nothing about what life would actually be like here at Berkeley and funny enough Billy laughed when the smell crossed our paths.

"As you can see…Berkeley is highly academic. We are a school of thinkers…just ask the stoners on the grassy knoll, they'll talk to you for hours about philosophy." The group laughed and looked at the group that was probably 15 feet from us. They waved at us goofing off and the whole group laughed and waved back. "Cannabis is not legal here but on a scale from 1-5…1 being busted by the cops illegal our school here is a whooping 4, out of sight out of mind is our motto, and don't be surprised if some of your professors are long grey haired hippy types, it's Berkeley after all." He smirked and the tour continued.

I acted pretty impartial until the tour brought us to the Zellerbach Hall. Billy held out his hand.

"Welcome to TDPS. Also known as theater, dance and performance department of TDPS teaches performance as a mode of critical inquiry, creative expression and public engagement. Through performance training and research, we create liberal arts graduates with expanded analytical, technical and imaginative capacities. As a public institution, we make diversity and inclusion a key part of our teaching, art making and public programming. Here you will find small class sizes, inspiring faculty, engaged staff, talented students, and multiple opportunities to purse your artistic, intellectual, and creative capacities in ways that are both challenging and fulfilling." I squeezed Dylan's hand tightly. He looked down at me with a knowing smirk. He knew I was freaking out with excitement.

The last stop on our tour, we had seen more "halls" then I could even remember we finally came to what I knew Dylan thrived for. The College of Letters & Sciences in Wheeler Hall. Billy went on and on about the English major and a minor in creative writing. That's what he was doing.

"The Department of English offers courses in literature, in language, and in writing. Our courses in literature have many different focuses: major authors, historical periods, genres, critical theories and methods, as well as cultural and multicultural studies. Courses in language offer instruction in both the history and the structure of the English language. Writing courses offer training in both expository and creative writing." Now it was Dylan's turn to squeeze my hand. His excitement was contagious and I looked at him in awe. I had never seen Dylan excited about school before and it made me decide on the spot…if we both got in, we were going here.

"Come on Bren." Dylan pulled my hand down to the docks. The tour was long over and now we got to enjoy some of the city outside of Berkeley. I stopped and smiled as I watched Dylan step in to a pedal boat. He reached for my hand, I smiled at him with a small giggle and stepped in. We sat beside each other. He began pedaling and so I joined in. Then we were on our way.

"Wow Dylan…this is incredibly romantic." I looked down Stow Lake, "You are really trying to sell me on Berkeley aren't you?" I chuckled and he joined in.

"No…Bren I don't care where we go to school…honestly I don't. I'm just trying to show you San Fran…spend the weekend with you." He leaned in and kissed me. Both of us stopped pedaling as we glided across the water. "It is romantic though isn't it?" He whispered against my lips. I smiled widely at him. It sure was.

"I love it here. Promise me we'll come back if we don't go to school here." I looked around at the gardens and pretty landscape, the lake was in the center of Golden Gate Park and it was extraordinary.

Dylan kissed my cheek before he started pedaling again, "I'll take you back here whenever you want. It's one of my favorite places."

I looked at him, it was so serene here and quiet. Only a few people were in pedal boats and they weren't even by us. San Francisco was becoming one of my favorite places too. "Dylan?" I looked down at our intertwined hands.

"Yeah baby?" He looked over at me, keeping us at a slow pace with the pedals.

I took a deep breath, "I think…I want to go to school here." I looked into his eyes.

Dylan smiled, "You do?" He looked happy. I nodded with a smile. Dylan's head tilted to the side as he looked at the landscape around us, "Now I just have to get in."

I touched his arm, "You will. We will…I have a good feeling about it."

Dylan sighed, "You heard Billy today, UC Berkeley admissions is hard, they only let about 17% of the students that apply here in, that isn't even a quarter of them. Why did it take me so long to figure out what I wanted to do, why didn't I do better in my classes?" He spoke quietly as he breathed out.

"None of us know what we want to do Dylan. You're ahead of the game really. Plus we always have CU…you got in there and so did I. But your SAT scores are on the verge of genius, I don't think you'll have a problem getting in here. You only started taking AP English and Gill thinks you have a real shot here."

"True." Dylan sighed again. He brought his arm around me and brought me into his side. "I just want to it so bad, that's weird for me. I'm happy you love it as much as I do. Their theater department looks good too."

I smiled, "It did." It looked more than good. That meeting with the department head had me reeling with excitement. It was perfect for me.

"Honestly Bren…I'm happy because I don't think I would have gotten into New York. That school is even more selective than this one is."

I shrugged, "It's so far. I guess when it comes down to it, with Brandon staying in LA for school, my parents, our friends…doesn't it just make sense to be closer? I can't imagine being on the other side of the country from them. Here it's just a nice drive down the coast or a quick flight. I mean I kind of like the idea of us being away but close enough to visit regularly. Don't you?" I looked up at him. He was already looking down at me.

"Yeah…it sounds amazing." He whispered then kissed me again. "So Bren…where would you want to live…on campus…an apartment…on your own…together?" He looked hopeful and I looked at him surprised.

"You'd want to live with me?" I asked shocked. Where was my Dylan?

Dylan smirked,"And wake up with you like this morning everyday, hell yes." I laughed. "Besides, can you picture me living in the dorm, sharing a 5 foot by 5 foot room with some stranger?" He looked at me horrified and I laughed out loud.

I shook my head, "No…I can't picture that at all."

He shook my head too, "No." He confirmed.

I turned by body to the side a little so I could face him, "But…what about money…my parents? Do you actually think they'd help me out knowing I was living with you?" I asked seriously. I told Dylan it would be different this time and I had meant it, but financially that was another thing entirely.

Dylan smirked, "Bren…your father isn't stupid. He knows we are here, he knows we are touring the school. Do you actually think he thinks you will be in a new city alone knowing only me and us not be living together? I think you are underestimating your dad. He mentioned something when I was at his office."

"He did? Like what?" I asked interested.

"He didn't say much, but when he looked into the school for you after you applied, he might have mentioned housing choices. He actually gave me some residence halls that were co-ed."

"Co-ed? Please you would still be living with some 1st year freshman you didn't know, that doesn't mean anything, we'd be in the same building on different floors." I shook my head.

"No Bren…he gave me student apartment information too. Still co-ed, double occupancy. We'd have our own apartment, kitchen, bedroom, a study room or office, instead of another bedroom, they do have common areas but we'd be on our own. It's one block from campus and it looked and sounded pretty perfect. Like I said your dad isn't stupid."

"Seriously?" I was floored. Did my dad know I would want to go here?

Dylan winked at me and continued pedaling back to the dock, "You hungry? Why don't we get some sandwiches and head over to Shakespeare park…it's a great place to have a picnic."

My hand came to the back of his neck as I brought him to me roughly. I kissed him deeply. My tongue seeking his mouth first. He groaned in response, his hand tangling into my hair.

We separated breathlessly, Dylan's eyes were still closed, "What was that for?" He asked in a lustful whisper.

"For all of this. I'm having the best time and this is by far the best prom weekend in the history of prom weekends."

He let out a laugh, "I told you I'd spend my life showing you how much you mean to me Bren…it's just the beginning." I kissed him again, well because he was sexy as hell but also because I knew in my heart he was telling the truth.

The phone ringing was obnoxiously loud. I groaned, I was so comfortable, laying naked in Dylan's arms. He groaned too, "What the hell?" He said pissed. The phone kept obnoxiously ringing. He reached over roughly, an empty glass of water dropped to the carpet with a thump, "Shit." He cursed grabbing the phone. "Hello?" His voice thick with sleep.

I leaned up from his chest and glanced at the clock. It was only 10:05. Damn it felt like I had been asleep for hours. Well I guess when you spend the day walking around a huge ass campus, then pedal boating, walking the gardens, picnicking, shopping, riding the cable car, only to come back to a romantic dinner here in the hotel and a marathon of sex…I guess sleeping is needed. "Brandon?" Dylan said still trying to wake up a little.

I sat up quickly, "Whats wrong?" My heart stopped, why was Brandon calling us in San Francisco at 10pm at night? Dylan sat up a bit listening ignoring me. I reached over and turned the light on. My eyes squeezed shut getting used to it. When they opened Dylan was doing the same, he lightly put his hand on my leg. "It's ok." He whispered and my heart felt like it kicked into gear again. "Yeah…our flight leaves tomorrow at around 6 and it's about an hour and thirty minute flight. We'll be there by 8. Yeah Brandon no it's not a big deal, we appreciate the call." Dylan smiled listening to my brother and I was just lost. "No I know…yeah we had a long day. We both just passed out." Dylan looked at me, a guilty smile on his face. "Alright bro…see you tomorrow…bye." Dylan reached and hung the phone up as I waited anxiously.

"Dylan? What's wrong?" I couldn't wait another second.

Dylan ran his hand through his hair leaning back into the headboard. His eyes met my bare breasts as he noticed in my sudden movement I hadn't cared to cover myself. I rolled my eyes, "Hello?" I grabbed the sheet covering them. Geez distracted much?

Dylan chucked and shook his head, his face getting serious, "It's Donna…Mrs. Teasley caught her trying to get out of there last night. Felice called your parents house making a big deal out of the champagne Mel served. Nobody knows anything. David's been trying to call Donna all day and Felice won't let him speak to her."

My fingers came to my mouth, "Oh my god…poor Donna. Is she suspended? Will she be able to graduate?"

Dylan shook his head, "No one knows. Brandon said Donna fell in front of Mrs. T and they took her from there. Called her parents. David went home in Brandon and Kelly's limo without her."

"Geez…this can't be good. You know what they said Dylan. They made the announcement, anyone caught drunk at Prom will not be able to graduate or participate in any senior activities."

"This is Donna Bren…her mother is so hooked in. She knows everybody, do you really think they are looking for a scapegoat? Do you really think Donna was the only one drunk at Prom last night? I highly doubt it. Donna is a good student and has never been in trouble. She'll be ok." Dylan reached for me. I cuddled into his chest. I felt him kiss my head tenderly caressing my arm and back but all I could think about was Donna.

The next day we tried to enjoy ourselves but I wasn't in the mood. I mean it wasn't fair, we were all drinking prom night. Donna was just the one that got caught. I have to admit I wasn't even tipsy from the one glass of champagne I had. I wasn't sure how much she had had but it was definitely more than one glass. We did go and see the student apartments that my dad had given Dylan the information on and they were small but nice. Really close to campus, literally a block and the best part was it housed a campus coffee shop right down stairs. That was Dylan's favorite part. Living at the apartment was still part of the school and it included meal cards but with our own little kitchen, we could probably make our own dinners and that made me excited.

So it was official and decided, if Dylan and myself got into Berkeley we were going here. If we didn't or one of us didn't, CU it was and Dylan asked me to move into his house with him. Man what an ending to a crazy and terrible year. I wasn't sure what my parents would think of the CU living situation but honestly what was the difference? San Francisco apartment? Dylan's house? It was all the same and I was an adult. I promised Dylan it would be different with my parents and that was a good step in that direction.

After spending some more time in the city, sightseeing, of course more sex. We finally made it to the airport and were on our way back to LA. We both thought about Donna a lot but we tried to enjoy ourselves as much as we could. San Fransisco was amazing, the weekend was amazing, being with Dylan was amazing and prom was hitting the Spring Dance out of the park. Now it was back to reality. Tomorrow we'd be back at school, getting our cap and gowns, studying for finals and Donna's fate would soon be known. I was hoping and praying all was going to be okay. I knew Donna and I knew all she wanted even without speaking to her yet was to graduate with her friends.

As Dylan drove me home we noticed a car in the driveway. Dylan carried my bags in as we heard voices from the kitchen, dropping my bags to the floor. He moved his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the kitchen. There David sat with Brandon, and Mel sat at the kitchen table with my dad. My mom was serving coffee as we walked in.

"Oh hi guys…how was your weekend?" My mom said pleasantly.

"Yeah guys how was San Fransisco?" My brother smiled at us.

"It was amazing." I eyed Mel, then my eyes found David's, "How's Donna?"

David shook his head and exhaled, "I don't know her parents won't let me speak to her."

"Brenda…Dylan." Mel greeted us, "San Fran huh? It's gorgeous this time of year there." Mel smiled.

"Hey Dr. Silver." Dylan went towards him and shook his hand. "It was beautiful. Bren and I were visiting Berkeley."

"Berkeley? Wow that's great! David you didn't tell me Dylan and Brenda were going to Berkeley." Mel took a sip of his coffee. David looked at us and shrugged.

"Well…Brenda hasn't made any decisions yet, she has a few to choose from." My dad said proudly.

I chuckled uncomfortably, "We got to get in first." I added. "So…what's going on?" I mean was no one going to fill me in why David and his father were here. I mean we could talk about Berkeley later.

Mel looked down and then looked at my parents, "I came by to apologize for serving the kids champagne at prom. It is kind of tradition in my family to give a little wine or champagne with toasts. I hope I didn't offend you, I just had no idea it would hit Donna like that."

My dad shook his head, "No you didn't offend us and it is okay."

"I'm going over there after this to apologize to Felice."

"Good luck…Felice isn't the most forgiving and understanding woman." Brandon said truthfully.

"Well…I may not agree with her politics but I do owe her an apology. I just wanted to make sure you guys are okay. I really didn't want to make you angry at me. I feel so awful about all of this."

"We all drank Mel you didn't make us do it. It's just so weird because non of us got sick." I told him honestly. I felt Dylan's hand on the small of my back. His touch calmed me.

"Maybe she had a virus or something." Brandon brought up.

"Well I guess we will see what happens. Thank you for the coffee Cindy…we better get going." Mel got up and shook my fathers hand. We all talked him into the foyer and Dylan grabbed my bags to bring up to my room. We started up the stairs when David stopped me.

"Bren…you think maybe you can try to call Donna tonight. Felice has never been my greatest fan and I think because of my dad's involvement that's probably a big reason she won't let me speak to her. Maybe she'll let you." Poor David he looked absolutely torn up.

I set my hand on his shoulder. "I'll call her." I nodded with a small smile.

"Thank you. Please tell her I'm thinking about her and I love her."

"I will. Goodnight David."

"See you Silver." Dylan shook his hand. We both felt sorry for him. He truly did love Donna. We watched as both Mel and David left. Dylan brought my bags to my room. We weren't alone long when Brandon made his way into my bedroom.

"So…how was Berkeley?" He asked interested.

"Awesome." Dylan sat on my bed relaxing.

"it is an amazing school…gorgeous campus. It really was awesome." I smiled. "And…I got you this." I reached into one of my shopping bags and held up a t-shirt. It was Navy Blue and across the front of it said California in big letters, the logo under it and Berkeley underneath that.

Brandon chuckled and reached for it, "Ha…this is great thanks." He held it up to his chest proudly. "Does this mean…what I think it means?" He tossed the shirt over his forearm and looked between us.

I smiled wide, "Yep…if all goes as planned Dylan and I are attending Berkeley."

"Cool." He moved in and hugged me. Then he moved to Dylan and shook his hand. "Well…congratulations. Now I have someone to visit often in San Fran." That made me happy.

Dylan sighed, "I have to do well on my finals man…I just have too. Brenda has the grades and the SAT scores. I on the other hand need to do well, I need to finish the quarter with good marks man…my SAT's will only get me so far." I walked over sitting next to him.

"You will." My hand came over his, he turned it around intertwining our fingers as he looked into my eyes.

"Totally dude…you got this." Brandon smiled.

"It's hard to be excited not knowing about Donna." I looked down.

The boys were quiet. "I guess tomorrow we'll find out." Brandon shrugged sadly. "Anyway…glad you guys had fun. Goodnighty." He joked as he headed into his room.

"I should go too." Dylan got up and I followed. "You need to call Donna before it gets too late."

I nodded and hugged Dylan tightly. "Thanks for an incredible weekend."

Dylan squeezed me into him before letting go. "It was a great time." His arms enclosed around my waist tightly, "I'm not sure how I'm going to sleep tonight without you in my arms." He pouted.

I smiled and kissed hims softly. "I think the morning will be more difficult for me. I like the way you wake me up." I leaned in again with a smirk and kissed him longer this time. He smiled against my lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered kissing him again. It was hard to say goodbye now but soon I guess it wouldn't matter.

Dylan patted my butt gently and pecked me again."Night Bren."

"Night Dylan…dream about me." I sat on my bed and grabbed Mr. Pony holding him against me as I watched him open my bedroom door.

He turned and smirked at me. He was so damn handsome. "Always." He raised his eyebrows and gave me that sec look only Dylan knew how too and then left.

Man we were going to college together. Man oh man what a difference a school year makes.

Next up…Donna Martin Graduates…then the Commencement. Were almost done guys! Hit review…what do you think? Will Dylan get in? Should they attend Berkeley…or CU?