The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

Bad News. Good News?

Marc's POV

I looked in the mirror for the thousandth time.

"Ma, You sure this looks good." I ask. My mom, standing in my doorway, laughed.

"Yes. You look fine." She responds. Tonight is going to be perfect. I grab my jacket and run out to my car. I have had this night planned for months. What could go wrong?

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Cass' POV

I purposefully didn't put my sweater on as I got dressed. I was putting the finishing touches to my make-up when my mom called me from the bottom of the stairs.

"Cass, it's your Uncle Adam." My mom said when I meet her at the bottom of the steps. My heart immediately sank. He had been in the hospital for a long time and they didn't think he was going to make it. I had been holding onto all the hope that I had because I'm really close to my Uncle Adam. He's the only person, besides Marc, who can make me smile no matter how bad I feel.

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"Unky Adam! Unky Adam!" I said between my three year old tears.

"What's wrong, Princess?"

"Daddy said I can't have cookies cause I alweady had candy!"

"Well, I think you can have as many cookies as you want! It's your birthday afterall"

"Can I hab two?"

"How about three!"

"Three! No! How about one!" I bargained

"Okay, but only this once." I giggled again and ran to get my cookie.

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"What's wrong with him?" I ask fighting back tears.

"He passed away during the night." Of course the door bell rings that exact moment. I open the door and there stood Marc, handsome as ever.

"Cass what's wrong?" He asked wrapping me in a hug. I started sobbing into his shoulder. He picks me up, bridal style, and carries me to the couch. I'm still crying but it's silent now and I don't want to do anything but lay here with my head buried in Marc's chest. My mom had followed us into the room.

"Adam passed away last night." She said quietly. Marc rubbed patterns into my back, I noticed the heart shape he kept repeating. This made me smile a little and by a little I mean a LITTLE.

"Cassy..." Marc said trailing off. I picked my head up and look into Marc's eyes. He wiped the tears from my cheek and then pulled my chin towards him, gently placing his lips on mine. I took a shuttering breath and then speak up.

"What do you have planned?" I asked shakily.

"Well, I had lots of stuff planned but we don't have to do that we can do what-"

"No I wanna. I wanna get my mind off this." I said with pleading eyes. He looked at me skeptically. Then he stood up reaching out for my hand.

"Then let's get going." He smiled. I took his hand as he pulled me to the door.

"Wait." I say before we walk out the door.

"Yes?" Marc says as he turns around. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It was passionate. Our lips moved in sync and I never wanted to stop. The spell was broken when my mom cleared her throat. Oops. I thought she was in the kitchen.