Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

This Little Piggy

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A/N: this chapter is kind of cheesy at first

As I was digging through my locker, Shawn came up. "Betty." I look to him. "Do you remember that goldfish I used to have?"

"You mean, the turtle?" I ask.

"Yeah. Well, I finally replaced him." He looked down the hall. "Here, boy." a cute little pig, came squealing down the hall, coming by Shawn's leg. "What do you think?"

I look down at the pig, sniffing my pants. "I think he's cute." I sat down on the floor, petting the pig. "Very cute."

"See that, buddy?" Shawn whispered to the pig. "That's your mom that I've been telling you about. Isn't she already great?"

I sent Shawn a look. "Mom?" I ask.

"See, I'm the dad and you're the mom," Shawn explained.

"I'm not the mom," I say with a small laugh.

"Yet."

I sent Shawn another look as Cory walked by. "Huh."

"It's a pig," Shawn told him.

"Do you know something? It is a pig." Cory pet the pig. "Aw. He's cute."

"Last night I was at my old trailer park, digging around the sludge where our house used to be, and I found this little guy gnawing on my uncle Sal's old peg leg."

"Poor Uncle Sal. How does he get around without it?" Cory asked.

"Who said anything about without it? Sal was there, he just never noticed the pig," Shawn replied.

Cory nodded. "Shawn, I see what's going on. I'm spending way too much time with Topanga, and this is your oh-so-subtle way of showing me that I can be replaced by a common pig."

"Come on, Cory. As flattered as you are, this piglet is nothing to do with you." The bell rang causing Shawn to pick up the squealing pig. "Well, come on, Little Cory. Time for class."

"Shawn," I call.

"Hey, it's the first name that popped in my head."

Topy saw the pig. "Oh, he's so adorable. What's your name, cute feller?"

"His name's Little Cory," I answer.

Topy looked at Cory then the pig. "I can see that. Where'd you get him?"

"I found him," Shawn said.

"Well, we have to find a nice home for Little Cory."

"He has one. With me," Shawn answered.

"Apparently, he's my son," I say.

"He is our son," Shawn corrected.

"No, I mean a proper home," Topy ignored us. "Where he can run around."