Scoring Love

Pancakes

"Cory!" Topanga was calling for me. I ran but whoever was taking her was going much faster. "I'm coming Topanga!" I reached out my arm and she reached out hers. There was about a foot distance between them. The gap started to become narrower. We were about an inch away. Suddenly, her hand was gone. "Why are you doing this?! Who are you?!" The man dragging Topanga turned around and let out a laugh. Jed! He takes out a knife and stabs Topanga right in the heart.

"No!" I woke up panting in a cold sweat. I had woken up Topanga too. "Cory, are you ok?" She asked me half asleep. "Yeah..." I watched as she dozed back off into her adorable slumber.

About two minutes after I fell back asleep, a little friend of mine named annoying ass alarm clock, decided to wake me up.

I stumbled out of the bed and looked at Eric and Shawn. Boy, they could sleep through anything. Topanga woke up with the alarm too. She followed me downstairs and jumped on my back.

"Hey!" She giggled at how scared I got. Not only is she a cute sleeper but she's a cute giggle-er. I know that doesn't make sense just go with it. "Good morning sleepy head!" Gosh this girls perky at 7 am! But, I still love her. Except for how she woke me up at 3 in the morning to talk. I hated that.

"So Topanga, wanna hit the pancake place for breakfast? Think of it as a date if you want." Her face immediately lit up. It was like someone lit 8 trillion lightbulbs inside her. "Cory I love pancakes! Let me get dressed!"

Ooh, I wanna see this show. I followed her upstairs because I needed to get dressed too. She, of course, didn't wanna get changed in front of me. It was worth a shot.

She came out of the bathroom wearing one of my jerseys and a pair of my jeans. "When are you gonna get that cast off? I miss seeing you play in your games. Besides the team isn't as good without you."

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss. "I'm getting it off tomorrow. Then you can see me play." She smiled and looked at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. I gave her a little smile back. "Cory, come on get dressed. It's a Saturday and this place gets packed during the breakfast rush."

She let go of my collar and watched me as I got dressed. "So you can watch me but I can't watch you?" I said as we headed down the stairs. "Yeah basically."

I let out a chuckle as we walked out the door. My dad had bought me a new car after the accident. It was hard to drive with a cast but luckily you don't need your left leg to drive.

Topanga sat shotgun and we drove to the pancake house. She turned on the radio and the Back Street Boys started blaring. I looked at her a s she started to dance in her seat.

I couldn't help but chuckle as she started to sing along. We pulled into the parking lot and I shut off the radio. Boy was I glad that song ended. Those were the longest 3 minutes of my life.

We were seated right away and I ordered an orange juice and Topanga got orange juice with grapefruit. I've tried that and let me tell you it's horrible!

"So what are you gonna get?" Stupid question Cory. Stupid stupid stupid question. It's a pancake house what is she gonna get? A taco?! "Really?" She giggled. There's that giggle I love.

*****

We were walking back into my house and I see Jed on the couch.

Topanga slyly slid her hand into mine. I looked at Jed in shock. He stepped forward and shoved me into a wall and pulled Topanga into the kitchen.

I then hear a thud and I run into the kitchen as fast as I could with my cast. I see Topanga on the floor with a bloody nose. Jed walked out and I picked up Topanga bridal style and brought her into the living room.

"Oh my god..."