Don't you hate it when you wake up in the morning with a black eye and you have no idea how it got there? I know, if I had a nickel for every time that happened - or maybe more aptly, if Sadie had a nickel for every time that happened. So Sadie and "Brandon Walsh" have been spending an awful lot of time together lately, I know what you're thinking ...(Leeeeave him, gurl *jerryspringerface*). The other night two were fast asleep in "Brandon's" California king when --WHAM! There's a Chris Brown wallop to the side of Sadie's head. Rude boy. We all know big girls don't cry, but for those times when a 6'4'' grown man fist punches you in the kisser, we'll make an exception. Sadie let out a cry in pain that probs woke the neighbors and it certainly woke "Brandon". With tears streaming down her face, Sadie whined, "You punched me!" Horribly dismayed and totally unaware of his sleep-punching prowess, "Brandon" cried, "What? Omg!". Sadie was tots being dream-attacked and "Brandon" was coming to her rescue. It wasn't even a contest, he KO'd bastard in round 1. Too bad Sadie's attacker, in another consciousness, is also her noggin. She doesn't need her brain any more scrambled than it already is, "Brandon". Believe you, me.
I, for one, nearly peed myself at hearing this story. I mean, he's really a knight in shining Range Rover coming to her rescue. Or is this a sign of trouble to come? Do you believe "Brandon Walsh's" oh-so-convenient story. Should Sadie bitchslap him back? Omg what to do about the black eye - Sadie's going to have to tell all the kids at West Beverly she 'fell down the stairs' -- wait but they've seen that episode, they're not going to buy it. Shoot.
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