The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

And then we drive.

~Four months later~

It's a week until the wedding and there's still so much to do. The major part, though, is my dress. I found a dress that I love and it met all the requirements Liv and I made except one. Budget. It's hard to forget about a dress you love after you try it on. The dress, one thousand dollar over our three-hundred dollar budget, is completely perfect and I don't want any other dress.

Marc and I are renting a small apartment about a mile from the college we are going to and both have pretty good jobs for not having a college education. As we get ready to go to sleep a knock comes on our door.

"Just a sec!" I say as I hop out of bed and jog to the door. When I open the door Clara and Tristan stand their, "Yes?"

"Can we talk?" Clara asks with her big blue eyes.

"Sure. Come in." I say talking to the both of them.

"Um.. Could it just be me and you?"

"Um.. sure. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's great. I just want to talk."

"Marc, Claire wants to talk to me. Could you wait outside with Tristan?" I ask Marc.

"Yeah." Marc makes sure to kiss my forehead before walking into the hallway.

"What's up, Clara?"

"You remember how I went to Ava's that one day a while ago and you were all suspicious?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well I actually went to Tristan's."

"I knew it! Why are you telling me this?"

"Don't flip out?"

"Why would I flip out?"

"Just promise, please."

"Okay. I promise."

"I'm moving in with Tristan."

"What?! No you are not."

"Yes I am."

"Clara you're fifteen!"

"I have to."

"You have to?"

"I can't tell you why. You'll freak out. But I just wanted you to know that I'll be with him after the wedding and you won't be able to talk to me for several months."

"Clara... You're not dropping out of school for him are you?"

"Well, he's gunna homeschool me."

"Clara. Why are you doing this."

"Can you just trust that I have a good reason and I will tell you when I'm ready?" She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I took a long breath.

"Please, Clara, you're sc-"

"No, Cass! I'm not going to let you change my mind. I'm not a baby anymore! I'm going to be fine. Just please, say you're not mad at me."

"I'm not mad. I just want to know why you can't tell me."

"I'll tell you as soon as I can."

"Okay. Is that all?"

"Yeah. You can still call me and stuff after the wedding I just can't come see you."

"Clara, don't get into any trouble."

"I won't."

"Why couldn't Marc hear this? You haven't said anything embarrissing."

"Cause I just wanted sister time."