twin flames | s. hunter

10 | train of fools

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          "CORY, CORY, GUESS WHAT?" SHAWN barged into the Matthews' household, gripping Dakota's wrist tightly. "For New Year's Eve, I got us a limousine," he said.

"You couldn't have told me on the phone? It would've been so much more comfortable," Dakota grumbled, prying her sore wrist out of Shawn's death grip.

"Sorry," Shawn apologized.

"Mhm," Dakota sarcastically hummed.

"Hold on. You got us a limousine?" Cory asked.

"Yeah. It's short for limo," Shawn quickly agreed. "My uncle, Laslo's, stretch limo. He's not busy that night, so he's gonna be our chauffeur."

"Wow, that's great," Cory smiled. "You know, Topanga's gonna love this. I mean, we can go to any party at any time."

"Boys," Mr. Feeny barged in. "And Lawrence. Quick, where are your parents?"

"Oh, they're out Mr. Feeny. Why?" Cory asked.

"My cab to the airport is waiting and all I have is traveler's checks," Mr. Feeny explained. "So, I-"

"-you're asking us for money, aren't you?" Shawn cut off Mr. Feeny.

"Yes, I've hit bottom," Mr. Feeny admitted.

"Welcome," Shawn welcomed before a car honked.

"Please. Lady and gentlemen, I miss this flight, I kiss my week to the Bahamas goodbye," Mr. Feeny stressed. 

"Mr. Feeny, I've got some money for you to-"

"-uh no no no no no no no," Shawn cut Dakota off. "Lawrence, please. Allow me." Shawn approached his teacher with a sly smile on his face. "Would uh twenty bucks get you to the airport?"

"I suppose," Mr. Feeny replied.

"Lawrence, lend me twenty bucks," Shawn ordered to which Dakota rolled her eyes and complied. Just as Shawn was about to give the money to Mr. Feeny, he pulled back. "You know, if you had thought about this ahead of time you wouldn't be in this situation," Shawn pointed out.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mr. Feeny responded as the car honked again. Shawn teasingly brought the money up to his nose, waving it lightly before Mr. Feeny snatched it. "Thank you," Mr. Feeny mumbled.

"Uh scuse me?" Shawn cupped his ear.

"Thank you!" Mr. Feeny loudly said into Shawn's ear.

"Hey, hey. You don't need to shout," Shawn assured. Mr. Feeny rolled his eyes before leaving the house. "Penne arrabbiata!" Shawn shouted after him.

"Shawn, you just wished him a spicy pasta," Cory deadpanned.

"Besides, what was the point of that whole interaction?" Dakota asked. "I could've just given him twenty bucks."

"True, but I love messin' with the poor, old guy," Shawn sighed.

"OH MY GOD!" the trio heard Eric scream. "NO! NO WAY!"

"Eric! What's the matter?" Cory asked.

"Ah cha cha," was all Eric said.

"I heard screaming, is something wrong?" Mr. Matthews asked, carrying in the groceries. 

"Did a fly land on you again?" Dakota asked. "I told you, they don't want to take your 'luscious locks' like Hunter told you they would."

"It's not that. I just got a dream date with supermodel, Rebecca Alexa," Eric told the group.