Brandon Walsh/Jason Priestley

Afternoons At The Peach Pit

You don't know how you got in the habit of going to the Peach Pitt every day. You went in one day with your friends for dinner and the next thing you know you're there every single day almost. You weren't even eating every time, most of the time you just get a milkshake or a coffee and try and sit at the counter with your homework in front of you so you don't feel so guilty about taking up an entire booth by yourself.

"So what are we studying for tonight?" A playful voice ask, leaning up against the counter beside you.

You looked up into the face of the person that brings you back here every day just to talk to. Brandon smiles at you and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat to smile back. He shouldn't look that good in that teal uniform shirt but you had a hunch he'd probably look great in anything. You realize he's staring at you, still waiting for your answer.
"History tonight. There's a test coming up in Henderson's class next week and I'm completely unprepared."

Brandon laughed, "Oh come on with the way you're in here studying every day you should ace that test. I think Nat is even thinking about charging you rent."

You laugh along with him even though you can feel a blush creeping up your face and suddenly the pen in your hands is fascinating.

"Hey, Brandon!"

You both look up to see Steve Sanders and Dylan McKay setting themselves up in a both across the room.

Brandon waves. "I'll be right back."

You nod and watch him go, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you watch him. You didn't notice the way Steve was staring at you while you did so. You tried to turn your attention back to your notes and actually do the studying you told Brandon you came here to do. You use to be terrible at focusing on studying in public places, hiding out in the library instead, but over the last month or so you'd been camping out at the Peach Pit, you'd adapted. You were focused on your notebook when an arm snaked around your shoulders, suddenly made you jump back to reality. You looked up surprised to see Steve Sanders standing there with his arm around you and a chestier grin on his face that made your brow crease slightly.

"Oh, hey Steve..."

"Hey, Y/N, look I was hoping you could settle an argument for me and Brandon over there."

He gestures behind his shoulder to where Brandon is standing with Dylan, staring at you and Steve mortified. 
"Um, sure." You agreed, feeling nervous at the sudden attention.

You had a class with Steve once and have gone to school with him for years but you had never had a conversation with him before.

"So, Brandon?" He wiggled his eyebrows and nodded like there was some secret going on between the two of you and this was all he needed to say.

You shook your head, "What about him?"

You glanced over his shoulder at where Brandon was saying something to Dylan and still staring in your direction, "You totally want him right?"

You almost choked at his words, looking up at him in shock. Your lips opened and closed like a fish out of water, blinking in surprise. Had you been that obvious?

Steve smiled smugly and nodded, "You totally do don't you?! I told him you were coming here for more than the coffee!"

"Wh-,What?" You managed to stutter out.

Brandon chose that minute to rush over to the counter. "Hey, Steve come on man. Just let it go."

He tried to joke it off but from the way he wouldn't meet your eye you knew he had heard everything.

"I told you I was right Brandon!" Steve laughed, "Now would you just man up and ask-"

Your whole face went hot and you had to get out of there.  Without waiting to hear any more, you scooped up your books of the counter and tossed your bag over your shoulder, rushing out of the Peach Pit without looking back.

It was weeks before you could make yourself go back to the Peach Pit. You managed to avoid Brandon, Steve, and their whole group at school. It wasn't that hard, you never really saw them before you started hanging around Brandon anyway. You were grateful for this. Even thinking about seeing Brandon or his friends made you feel a fresh wave of embarrassment. You fully planned on avoiding him forever and you were pretty sure that was a reasonable plan until he called you. You didn't know how he got your number and you were too surprised to even ask.

Y/N? It's Brandon. Look just don't hang up okay!"

"Um, hey Brandon?" You bit your lip and shook your head even though you knew he couldn't see you, "Look about what happened with Steve-"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about him. Steve's my friend and all but he's also kind of an ass. He hasn't quite learned what tact means yet."

You couldn't argue with that. "Yeah, I kind of got that." You sighed.

Brandon laughed, "Listen, why don't you come by the Pit tomorrow night? Nat keeps asking me what I did to run off his best customer."

"I don't know Brandon. I've got a lot of studying and stuff to do."

"Come on Y/N, just one night."

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone and sighed, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger.

"Okay, just one night. I'll be there around seven okay?"

"Great! I'll see you there!"

When you walk into the Peach Pit the next night you have your textbooks stuck under your arm and walk straight to your normal spot at the counter. Sitting down you look around for any signs of your favorite waiter but see none. Instead its Nat that comes over to pour you a cup of coffee and greet you brightly.

"Hey Y/N! We were really starting to miss you around here."

Hey Nat, have you seen Brandon around?"

Nat nods his head, a playful smile on his face. "Oh yeah, he's waiting on his date."

Nat points over your shoulder. You turn around and there he is. Out of uniform and sitting in a booth in the corner, Brandon smiles at you and waves you over. Looking back at Nat in confusion the older man just winks at you and takes your books and sets them behind the counter before walking off. Hesitantly you walk over to the back booth.

"Right on time!" He greets, gesturing for you to sit down. You do even though your still visibly confused. "You look great tonight by the way."

"You're not wearing your uniform."

Brandon laughed, "No, I only wear that at work. But if I knew you liked it that much I might have made an exception." 

You blinked, "Nat said you had a date?"

Brandon nods, sitting up straight in his seat to look at you seriously. "Look I'm sorry again about Steve. He thought he was helping me out by trying to get you to admit to liking me."

You swallowed down the memory of the embarrassment you felt that day to ask, "How was he helping you out?"

Brandon bit his lip, "Because I like you and he was trying to convince me to ask you out."

"You-, you like me?"

He nodded shyly. "Yeah, I do. A lot actually."

You both smiled but neither said anything, not wanting to be the one to break the ice.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime? Like tonight maybe?"

You almost laughed, not believing this was really happening to you or that it was all because of Steve Sanders. "I'd like that."
"Good!" He breathed, visibly relaxing into his seat. "And if you want maybe you could start coming around here again after school? I was really starting to miss that."

"Yeah, I think I can do that." You laughed.

Originally posted by iaminfiniteus

A/N: Requested by @winchester90210

Prompt: The reader goes to the Peach Pit every day to see Brandon Walsh and Steve can't take it anymore.