The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

No News Spread

Claire and I went downstairs to join my family. We go to the kitchen where mom was. We talked with her until she finished cleaning and then we joined the boys in the living room. Marc was in the middle of a story when we walked in. I sat next to him, Claire sat on the floor and mom had brought a chair in from the kitchen.

"It was amazing! For a whole week it was nothing but me and my friends and the woods. It was so great to not have any responsibilities-" Marc said, talking about the time he and his friends went camping for a week in the mountains.

"What responsibilities?" I smile. My dad and brother's all ooed like fifth graders do when someone gets called to the office, but Marc had a quick retort.

"You know making you happy whatnot. Not that's it's hard making you happy. I'm pretty good at that." Ugh. Sometimes boys are so annoying. Drew high-five's Marc as he gets up and walks out of the room. Marc looks at his watch, "I gotta go, my parent's got home ten minutes ago."

"I'll walk you out." Marc stands and I follow as I walk with him to the door.

"I thought you were coming with me?"

"I lied. Think you can keep a secret for a day or two?"

"Am I not going to see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. Claire will probably want to plan my whole wedding."

"Our whole wedding." Marc corrected.

"Right. Our whole wedding." I say mocking him. Then I pull him into a kiss.

"Oh get a room!" Drew says as he walks by the foyer to get back the living room. We both laugh. Marc kisses me quickly one more time and then leaves. I walked back into the living room and smile as I watched my family talking. Every now and then I would add a comment but I was mostly listening. How many more times would I get this? Just my family all together? Lance and Caleb are both in steady relationships and have already moved out. Claire is apparently now dating one of my friends- which I'm not okay with and I'm going to talk to her about that. She just seemed so happy so I let her think I was okay with it. Drew is, Drew. He probably won't move out until he's at least twenty-five. Mom just stays at home and dad is close to retirement. Dang where did my life go? I can't believe I'm getting married and I'm only eighteen. I still have all my life ahead of me, but at the same time I feel like I've already gone through everything that I can.

Lance and Caleb left around eleven and I went straight to my room. I quickly texted Tristan.

Me: Hey we need to talk. You busy tomorrow?

Tristan: Ugh. I'm not gunna break your sister's heart anytime soon.

Me: Anytime soon? Definitely need to talk

Tristan: Fine. I'm free from 3-5.

Me: Great! Seeya then!

Now to talk to Claire. Not sure how I'm going to do that considering my relationship started in eighth grade. I walk into my sister's room.

"Hey, Claire bear." I said knocking on her mostly closed door.

"Cass! I was just telling Tri-"

"Oh good we wanna talk about the same thing."

"What? I thought you were cool with us."

"Clara, I just want to tell you about Tristan."

"I already know, Cass. He told me everything."

"I'm still going to talk to you."

"Fine. Talk, but it's not changing my feelings."

"I don't want to change your feelings; I want to caution them. Tristan is one of my really good friends but he can be a jerk. He has broken more girls heart than I can count and I just don't want you to be broken- hearted."