BARBIE GIRL, eric matthews

i. shawn the romance killer

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chapter one: shawn the romance killer
( season one, episode one )
[ pilot ]
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ERIC MATTHEWS AND RUBY HUNTER HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE DIAPERS, they were each other's everything, best friends, soulmates, everything. Everyone always told them that they would grow up, get married, and live a long happy life together.

They begged to differ however, they weren't just a regular couple, he was her Hotshot and she was his Peaches, they were two different pieces of the same puzzle, completely in love. They weren't just any old pair, they were so infatuated with each other that neither of them could even describe it, so hopelessly in love that neither of them knew how far they would go for one another. Not yet, at least.

The year is 1993, and Ruby sat in her room doing homework, the soft music of Dolly Parton playing over her pristine and beloved record player, and oh did this girl love Dolly. She hummed along to nine to five as she scribbled down answers on her homework, she could almost guarantee that they were all wrong, after all, she had no book smarts whatsoever.

Her window slid open, she didn't even bother to look up, "Hey, Peach, why the long face?" Eric Matthews asked as he threw himself onto her bed, "You're doing that thing with your eyebrows that you only do when you're especially confused, totally adorable." He said as he reached up to pinch her cheek.

She slapped his hand away, "I'm doing english homework," She grumbled, "And it totally blows, I don't get it at all." She pouted, pushing the papers off her lap, covering her face with her hands, "I don't understand school."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" He joked, causing her to let out a small laugh, "Here, let me see it." He grabbed the papers from her nightstand where she had previously set them. The passage was about the Titanic, it was just a simple basis of the event, "So what don't you understand, babe?"

She groaned as she ran her hands over her face, "I don't know!" She exclaimed exasperatedly, "All of it! I don't understand Shakespeare, he's stupid and this summary doesn't make any sense!" She claimed, dropping her hands in her lap dramatically.

The room went silent for a moment as Eric stared at her, "Peaches, sweetheart, I'm gonna ask you a question, okay?" He said softly, receiving a small hum in reply, "You do know the Titanic really happened, right? Like, that it was a real event?"

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open slightly, "Are you serious?" She asked in bewilderment, "My whole life I've been lied to!" She gasped, "I don't believe it, and I thought Shakespeare only wrote original stuff!"

He looked at her exhaustedly, "Okay, honey, first of all, you haven't been lied to, I don't think anyone has ever claimed that the Titanic was a made up story." He patted her shoulder, "And second, Shakespeare didn't write about it, I have no idea where you got that from,"