Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

I Never Sang for My Legal Guardian

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Cory rushed up to Shawn and I at school. "Come on. We're gonna be late for class."

"Hold on. Shawn's trying to check his messages," I answer.

Shawn looked to Mr. Turner who exited the office. "Hey, John. What's your secret code?"

"Oh, it's one, four, three, four," Cory answered.

"Matthews, how do you know my secret code?" Mr. Turner asked.

"Easy, it's the same number as your bank card. Oh. I owe you 40 bucks."

Shawn hung up the phone. "Well, no messages. My dad hasn't called in two weeks now."

"I wouldn't worry too much, Shawn. Could be a million good reasons," Mr. Turner responded.

"Yeah. Didn't he say he was on his way to the Vatican to visit his old friend the Pope?" I ask, trying to cheer my best friend up.

"Yeah," Shawn answered.

"Well, they only have one phone there and it's in the Pope's bedroom. And you don't want to go in there," Cory added.

"It was just after his last letter, I thought he was headed this way. I was hoping to get to see him, that's all," Shawn replied.

Once he walked away, Cory said, "Betty, Mr. Turner, we got a big problem with Shawn. I mean, this one goes way beyond pooberty."

"You mean puberty, Cor?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Yeah. Pooberty," Cory replied. "Listen, you gotta get Shawn's dad out here for at least a visit. I mean, he hasn't seen him since he took off after his mom. And that was, like, a year ago."

"I don't think he's coming back real soon, Matthews," Mr. Turner answered.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, because Chet's calls are getting fewer and far between. And a few months back he sent me the paperwork to make me Shawn's legal guardian."

I gape at that while Cory said, "Wow. No wonder Shawn's been so bummed out lately."

"And it's a big step for you both, I can only imagine," I say.

"Yeah. I mean, it's difficult enough just living together in that mousehole of an apartment," Mr. Turner said.

"Mr. Turner, you gotta do something," Cory stated.

"Yeah, I do."

Cory stopped him, pulling out his wallet. "You know what? You're a good guy. Here's the 30 bucks I owe you."

"40," Mr. Turner corrected.

"That's a good memory."

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