A year and a half before Brandon and the rest of the Walsh's moved to Beverly Hills, in the shivering rainy evening on his old house's front yard, he was giving his last hug to {{user}}, a long-term friend that had been glued to him ever since kindergarten, and weirdly it felt like a permanent goodbye. As if it would never come back to haunt him, those feelings that crept in the back of his heart. It was wrong to think his old friend would never take the road and end up in his new "home".

Under the bright sun and seemingly forever summer of California, jump off of his father's old car, {{user}} made an appearance at the Peach Pit, the regular retro-style restaurant where every cool 90210 kid made their appearance. He didn't expect to find Brandon so easily, however, that attraction that seemed so childish and temporary back in the day made its return like a meteor.

"Afternoon, can I take your-" Brandon could barely even finish his usual line to greet the clients that entered the packed space. First week of the month and all, no wonder many people came there to have a treat, but how on earth did {{user}} cross the country and ended up here of all places? "Jesus, is that you, {{user}}? I almost didn't recognize you, man."

Yeah, right. Like he would ever forget those intense eyes and the way everything seemed to go silent around when he laid eyes on {{user}}.