Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Cyrano

In Mr. Turner's class-

"Cyrano de Bergerac stands in the shadows whispering poetry to the lovely Roxanne, but she thinks it's the good-looking guy speaking to her. So our poor, big-nosed lug wins the heart of the woman he loves, but he wins it for somebody else," Mr. Turner said.

"That is so sweet and so noble, that he would sacrifice his own happiness to help his friend," Topy said.

"Other opinions?"

"Loser!" everyone exclaimed.

"Okay, define 'loser.'"

"Big dip," Shawn spoke.

"It makes no sense. I mean, he likes this girl and then he passes her on to another guy," Cory said.

"Dip the biggest."

Mr. Turner sat on his desk. "Topanga, can you refute the dip theory?" 

"Cyrano performs a totally selfless act and he does it for the sake of love," Topy answered.

"That is so romantic," I smiled.

"Why? What does he get out of it? He knocks himself out spewing poetry, his friend gets the girl All he can do is go home and blow his big nose," Shawn said.

"Betty, rebuttal from the estrogen section," Mr. Turner said.

"My pleasure," I agree. "Some boys don't understand passion and romance, and will never understand women."

Topy turned to look at the boys. "And that's why all of you will spend half your lives confused and the other half paying alimony."

"This is interesting," Mr. Turner said. "The women here find Cyrano compelling and romantic, and yet the men find him misguided and dip like. What does this tell us?"

"Women like dips?" Cory suggested.

"Sorry, Matthews, no luck. It tells us that men have a hard time understanding what women find romantic."

"Will that be on the test?" Shawn asked.

"Oh, yeah, in ways you can not yet imagine." 

I turn to look at Shawn with a smirk. "Uh oh," he muttered.

***

I was at my locker, pulling out my math book when a pair of hands were placed over my eyes. 

"Wait, don't tell me," I reached behind, touching someone's hair. "My Shawny?"

He uncovered my eyes, letting me turn to look at him. "How'd you know?"

"I know your hair anywhere," I answer. 

"Uh, Betts, me and Cory kind of need your help?" Shawn asked.

"Of course you do," I chuckled.

"See, me and Cory got into a mess with Harley Keiner and now Frankie's going to kill us if we don't help him woo...whatever that means," Shawn said.

I nod. "Okay, Shawn. First, to woo means to try and get the love of someone."

"Oh..."

"And second, I need a break from the shenanigans especially, the ones you guys dig yourself into," I say, turning back to my locker.

"Please, Betts. Frankie won't turn you into a piñata. I love you and you're so smart," Shawn said.

I suddenly froze, my math book nearly dropping at my feet, but I caught it. "Wait, what did you just say?" I ask.