I have just recently discovered Boy Meets World and I have fallen in love with it. It's hilarious and everything a TV sitcom should be. So, whenever I get obsessed with something I must write a fanfic about it. I hope you enjoy this one. Also, just because I am starting this new story, it does not mean I am stopping my other stories. I just have so may ideas for stories that I just need to start.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own nothing except for the characters of Casey and Braden.

Chapter 1

Knock, knock, knock, Casey knocked on Braden's door.

"Hey girl," Braden greeted her friend when she opened the door. Braden was about 5'7" and had medium length dark brown hair and brown eyes covered by black glasses.

"I got it!" Casey said happily, holding up a Boy Meets World DVD case. Casey had medium length dirty blonde hair and blue green eyes. Both girls were 18.

"Yay! Season 5?"

"Of course seasons 5," Casey said with a 'duh' tone.

"Then you may come in." Both girls walked into the house and into the living room. "This has to be the best season of them all."

"Absolutley! I mean, Shawn's our age so yay. And also Jack shows up. Double yay!"

"You still haven't decided which one you like more, huh?"

"no. But you know, it's not like I'm ever gonna meet them. And besides, they're both hot so…"

"That's the right mindset. But anyways, less talk more watch. Put it in!"

Casey didn't waste any time. Within seconds they were watching what was teir favorite TV show. And a hours later they were still watching.

"Eric, marry me," Braden sighed out.

"How do you have it so bad for him? He's such a goof."

"But he's so sweet and he can be smart." Casey gave her a look. "In his own way. And besides, look at him! And he's doing Shakespeare in this episode. Shakespeare!"

"Oh trust me, I know the feel. Jack is doing Tybalt."

"I need to go jump in a snowbank."

"Too bad it's summer."

"I don't care. I will find a snowbank!" Casey laughed and nudged her. They kept watching episode after episode until they actually reached the end of the season. "Omigod. I cannot believe we actually watched the whole season."

"You're surprised? It's us. What did you expect?"

"Casey, I think it's time we admit it. We are obsessed fangirls."

"We're just admitting this now? I thought we passed this a long time ago."

They were then interrupted by a clock bonging. Braden laughed. "Wow, it's 8:00. And you know what else? I am starving. You wanna go out to eat?"

"The Crack?"

"The Crack."

As they were walking out, Casey joked by saying, "Who knows? Maybe we'll meet BMW boy look-alikes."

"Ha! That's the dream."

As they walked down the street, they were so wrapped up in their talking about BMW that they didn't notice their surroundings. They didn't notice until they reached the restaurant and saw that the sign did not read "The Crack", but "Chubbie's."

"Chubbie's? Isn't that the name of that hangout in Boy Meets World?" Casey questioned.

"Um…maybe it's becoming a real restaurant? Like because of a fandom thing or something?"

"But wouldn't we have heard that The Crack is gone?"

"Only one way to find out." She gestured for Casey to go in and that she would follow her.

When they opened the door, they were very surprised to find a set of stairs. They gave each other looks but followed them down. When they reached the end, they froze. They saw the exact Chubbie's restaurant.

"Okay, I'm starting to freak out," Braden admitted. "Where are we?"

"I, uh, I wish I had an answer for you."

They very slowly continued their way in.

"Case, you-you don't think…"

Casey looked to her and realized what she was thinking. "No. No, no, no, no. That is impossible. That stuff only happens in fanfictions. This is the real world. Casey's freak out was interrupted by someone tapping on her shoulder.

"Excuse me," a girl's voice said. The two turned and they had to use all their willpower to keep their shock hidden. "I saw you two from my booth and was wondering if you needed any help. My name's Topanga."

"Um, hi…Topanga," Braden spoke first. "I'm Braden and this is my friend Casey."

"We're uh, new here in town," Casey thought would be a good thing to say.

"Well, welcome to Philadelphia!" Topanga said with a big smile. When she said "Philadelphia," Braden grabbed onto Casey's arm tight. Casey subtly tapped her friend's hand to relax her. "Do you guys know anyone here in town?"

"Nope. We're all on our own," Braden told her.

"Well, why don't you stick with me?" Topanga suggested. "I'm meeting some people here and we're gonna hang out with a couple friends. It would be a good way to meet some new people."

"Oh, I don't know. We don't wanna intrude," Casey explained.

"Oh please, you wont' be intruding at all. Besides, I'd love for a couple girls to keep me company. I'm surrounded by boys."

Casey and Braden looked to each other and ultimately came to a decision. They turned back to Topanga and Casey said, "Sure. That's really nice of you."

"Just give us a second. We'll meet you at the table," Braden asked for. Topanga smiled and nodded, and left them alone. When she was gone, Braden grabbed Casey by the shoulders and forced her to face her. "What the hell is going on and what the hell are we doing?!" she whisper-yelled.

"We just became friends with Topanga Lawrence," Casey recapped. "And the people she's meeting is probably Cory and Shawn. We're going to be hanging out with the stars of Boy Meets World."

"No. No, we are not hanging out with the stars of Boy Meets World. We are going to be hanging out with the characters of Boy Meets World. The actual Topanga, Cory and Shawn. In Philadelphia."

"I'm feeling lightheaded." Casey put her hand to her head and leaned against the stair rail.

"Look, we cannot freak out right now. All we can do is go along with this and act like everything is normal."

Casey took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. You ready?"

"Yeah. You?"

"As I'll ever be." They linked arms and walked to the table.

So, not too much in this first chap. Just wanted to give you an idea of the story. What do you all think so far? I would love to hear your thoughts. But please, no flames.