Hey guys! I've always loved reading fanfictions, and I love making them up in my head. I've now, I've decided to actually write one down, and publish it on here! The idea behind "Blast to the Past" come from my anticipation to watching the episode, "Girl Meets Cory and Topanga". I thought that episode was fantastic, but afterwards, I'd wished there had been more flashback scenes. So, this story is taking that inspiration, and seeing Riley and Maya react to young Cory, Topanga, and Shawn! I'm trying to make the scenes as accurate as possible, and if there are any specific scenes from Boy Meets World you want them to see, leave your suggestions in a review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Boy Meets World, or its spin off series, Girl Meets World.

Riley's POV:

Thursday morning, 6:47 am.

I'd woken up that morning not in the best mood. I'd stayed up later than I should've, watching Friends on Netflix under my blankets when my parents thought I was asleep.

They have it easy, I thought as I was getting ready for school. All they have to do is wake me up in the morning. They don't have tests to cram for, assignments you only have four days to finish, or the pressures from peers. Ever since I started high school, I've felt like I've been overwhelmed with growing up. I mean, don't get me wrong, high school's a TON better that middle school, now that my dad's not my social studies teacher anymore.

But, there's all this added pressure, that, I almost miss the safety of my dad's classroom. Someplace where me, and by best friends, Maya, Farkle, Lucas, and even Lucas's friend from Texas, Zay, could talk and just be ourselves.

"Riles, what's wrong? You have your worried look on." Maya was sitting in my bay window, a place where we do all our most important talking.

"Maya, what do you do when you know you're never going to be as good as your parents?" I asked suddenly

"Riles. We went through this already in middle school! Remember? You told me a couple stories of your parents, and we found out that they were just as weird, and goofy as you. That's what we all love about you!"

"I know that, and I realize that I'm not weird. I'm unique. But my whole life, I've heard the stories. My dad met my mother when they were two, my dad has had my Uncle Shawn as his best friend since, like, forever! How can I compete with that!? I'm not just saying in their accomplishments now, but their past. Their middle school and high school lives seem so perfect! I mean, my dad fell in love with my mom when they were seven! SEVEN! Their high school yearbook has Cory and Topanga as "Best Couple"! I was out of breath by the end of my little rant.

"Sweetie, look, I know it appears that they're lives where perfect. But, I assure you, that I'm quite positive that they didn't have any hard times in high school. And, speaking of high school, We're gonna be late for OUR high school lives!"

Maya's POV

Thursday afternoon, 3:06 pm.

"Riles, I've thought about your problem, and I think I have a solution." I announced, crawling through Riley's window.

"What is it?" she asked, curious "It better be better that your homework rebellion idea in the 7th grade"

I smiled, Ugh, she always has to bring that up, doesn't she? I was so young then. "It's definitely better that that," I told her. "In fact, we've already done this before. We're gonna do what we did when you had this problem last year. YOU'RE gonna tell all the stories you can remember of your parents, and WE'RE going to watch them and see if we can find anything that'll make you feel better about yourself.

"No, Maya, I don't like telling them, They make me feel bad."

"I know how you feel about them. But I really think this'll help you realize that your parents were just as messed up as we are, and that just because they're 'Cory and Topanga' that doesn't mean that you should place them on a high pedestal where all you can do is look at them and say 'those are my parents. They're perfect, I'll never measure up to them'!"

"Okay," she sighed, "We might as well give it a shot, You're going to make me anyways."

"That's my little plant, you know me so well," I smiled. "Okay, so where do you want to start?"

"The first memory I can remember my dad telling me, I suppose. When he was in middle school, and he learned about the power of love," she said finally, after thinking hard for a minute.

"Hmm, that sounds like an interesting place to start" I said, settling into a comfortable spot on the window seat. "Let's get started!"

"Once upon a time," my best friend started, "there was a boy named Cory with a teacher named Mr. Feeny—"

Authors Note: Sorry that this chapter kind of left you hanging! Please leave me a review on what you thought of this so far, and\or suggestions what what you think should happen in the story! And feel free to PM me! I don't have an update schedule yet, but I'll have that posted on my profile very soon, I promise. And the next chapter will be out very shortly! 'Till then! ~ JoySeph13