Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

I Was a Teenage Spy

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At Chubby's, me, Topy and Shawn were in a booth when Cory approached with some fliers.

"Hey, guys, this year's spring dance is a '50s sock hop. Like anyone would want to go to this." He looked at Topy. "Hey, you wanna go to this?"

"No," Topy replied.

"Of course not. It's me, right? Just because we're not going out anymore, you don't want to go out anymore. What's that about?"

"Cory, it's about a decision we've made to just be friends, and I don't think we should complicate that," Topy replied.

"Topanga, it's a dance. In socks. What's complicated about that?"

"Cory, you're the one who broke up with me. Don't you understand that?"

"Of course I do. I know exactly where we stand. And if you're not careful I'll break up with you again," Cory replied.

"Cory, I love you but you've got to stop living in the past," I add.

"They're right, Cor," Shawn stated once Topy got up and went towards the bathroom.

"No, she's not, Shawn," Cory replied. "Come on." He looked at Shawn's drink. "Are you gonna finish that?"

"It's yours, buddy," Shawn stated.

"Of course it is, because you're my friend, I'm your friend and Betty's our friend."

"Heck, yes," I chuckle.

Cory nodded. "That's the way it will always be and there's nothing complicated about that?" Cory began as he eyed my plate.

I snickered. "You want my fries, don't you?"

"Well, only if you're not gonna finish them," Cory replied.

"I would usually say no but I'm feeling generous and I'm too full to finish," I reply, handing him my basket of fries.

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3rd Person POV

"I was there, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Feeny told Cory. "Communist witch hunts, mass paranoia, people diving under desks for fear the bomb was going to drop. It wasn't quite the Happy Days you think."

"Yeah, well, maybe you didn't have a good time, but I bet I would have," Cory replied as he plugged in the microwave which took him to another place and before he knew it, he unplugged the juke box in a place that looked like Chubby's.

A group of students stared at him. "Hey, Howdy Doody, we're dancing here!" a girl that was very familiar yo Cory said. "Why did you pull the plug?"

"Oh, sorry," Cory replied before plugging the juke box back in and looking at the girl in shock. "Wait a minute. Topanga. Is this the sock hop? Did you decide to come with me?"