This scene is placed in the episode, "By Hook or By Crook" in Season 2 of Boy Meets World, after Topanga told Cory she liked him, and his response to whether he liked her back was by pretending to fall asleep and Topanga thinking he was immature. So basically, this is what happened after...

Cory POV

Ha, so Topanga likes me. I knew it. And obviously, I like her back, but as a guy... do I have the guts to tell her that? No. So what did I do? I fell asleep. I'm a genius. I gotta tell Shawn my amazing trick on how to get out of telling girls the truth about your feelings!

Nobody wants to hear that sappy garbage, anyway. I called up Shawn on the telephone at home downstairs, and he's agreed to stay the night tonight, said Jonathan won't mind.

Shawn comes over later and climbs through my window. "Hey, Cor," he said, plopping himself down on my bed. "Glad your here, Shawn, because I've just invented the best way to get out of telling girls whether you like them or not." Shawn raised his eyebrow, "Cory... why would I offer up my feelings in the first place?"

"Well, I don't know... what if you told a girl that in exchange for them telling you their feelings about you, you'd tell them your feelings about them. And you didn't want to, but you wanted to know their feelings, for well, your own sake."

"Normal guys don't 'exchange feelings'," Shawn said. I rolled my eyes, and said, "What do 'normal guys' do, then?"

"Kiss 'em, and if they pull away, they don't like you back," he said simply, casually fluffing his hair in the way Shawn does. "Pig," I taunted. "What was this even about, anyway? Did you ask me to come over to talk about girl strategies or do you actually have something on your mind?" Shawn asked.

He was catching onto me. I shrugged it off, and said, "Nothing's on my mind. We could play touch football tomorrow." I'm in my pyjamas, so I climb under the covers and lie my head back against the headboard of my bed. "Don't change the subject. This is about Topanga, isn't it?" Shawn figured. Ugh, why was he such a mind-reader?

"What?! No! Why would you think that? I mean, Topanga? Pssht. No," I said, trying my best to hide the truth, but Shawn sees right through me. "Because the day before you got your so-called 'mono' you kept making eyes at her in class when I was throwing spitballs at your head trying to get your attention," he said, smirking.

"Yeah, okay..." I said. "So what, then? When she came over, I'm guessing, you asked her how she felt about you. And she said she wouldn't tell you, but then you put your feelings up for sale and she agreed to tell you. And you what, found some way of getting out of telling her?" Shawn figured. My mouth gapes at how right he was. "How do you do that?"

"Skills," he says. "Well, yeah, I pretended to fall asleep when it was my turn to say," I said. "That's stupid. But what did she say to you? Did she like you?" he asked. "She said, 'Fine, I like you. You know I like you.' "

"That's great, Cor! So what are you gonna do about it?" he asked. "Nothing," I said. "Nothing?! She's basically offering to be your girlfriend and your gonna do nothing? Your crazy. Okay, Monday, in class, we're gonna do something about it," he said, picking his bag up from the floor.

"Shawn, I don't think that's the best -"

"It's happening. Well, I gotta go. I have a date. See ya tomorrow, Cor."

"You said you were staying over!" I whined. "Do I EVER stay over?" Shawn asked. "Well...no," I admitted. "Then what makes you think today'd be different? Night, Matthews."

Shawn slips out the window and I eventually fall asleep. I wonder what's waiting for tomorrow...

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