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Maya's POV

Feeny's Detention Room. 4:10 pm.

Riley and I were sitting in Feeny's school room with Cry.

Cory sighs, "Yo're not gonna talk to me at all, are you Mr. Feeny?" No response whatsoever. "Because I've been sitting in this seat for 38 minutes—"

"Yeah! 38 minutes, Feeny! Let him go already!" I shout, shaking my first at Mr. Feeny, causing Riley to shush me.

"—and I've been very good and I think you should let me go." All Feeny does is staple his papers. "Look, an eleven-year old boy cannot sit still for this long."

"And neither can fifteen-year old girls!" I shout. Then, to Riley, "Geez, your dad really likes to emphasize his age a lot, doesn't he?" she just shrugs.

"I'm up," Cory stands up cautiously, "I'm dancing now " he does a tap-dance like routine in front of Feeny's desk. "I'm leaving," he walks to the door, announcing everything he's doing. "My hand's on the knob. The door is open. Fine!" Cory leaves, then yells through the door, "I'm in the hallway!" he stops back in, "This stinks."

"It's supposed to stink, Mr. Matthews" Mr. Feeny finally answers, "its detention. You're being detained from whatever else you'd rather be doing."

"Well I think it's a cruel, and unusual life-sucking torture…" Cory grumbles.

"Me too! We finally agree on something there Matthews." I grin

"Maya! Shut up! I'm trying to listen here." Riley complains, crossing her arms.

"'Kay, fine, whatever." I roll my eyes.

"You've captured the essence" Mr. Feeny's saying.

"Why do we have to stay here just because I don't want to learn about this love stuff?" Cory asks, "Because I know it only leads to no good, and I know that you agree with me."

"What brings you to that conclusion, Mr. Matthews?"

"Cuz you and I had dinner together last night."

"Really? I wasn't aware."

"I had chocolate pie, and you had salad for two all by yourself," Cory explains.

"How did you know that?" his teacher asks, surprised.

"Cuz I slept in my tree house last night. You know why!? Cuz this love stuff has turned my whole family against me. And you're teaching us that it's worth killing yourself for, when I know you don't ll believe that, do you?" Cory outbursts

"Well, you shrewd little observer of the human condition." Mr. Feeny says, "How blissful it must be for you, to have lived so little, and yet already have reached your conclusions about the greatest wonder of the universe!" Mr. Feeny's practically shouting by now, seeming to have frightened young Cory a little, and shocking Riley.

"It's okay, Little Plant," I soothe her, "He's a good teacher, he knows what he's doing. "

"You–you know what, Mr. Feeny? You can keep the radio," Cory stutters, hoping to end this.

"Shakespeare wrote plays and sonnets, the Greeks wrote tragedies and comedies. Robert Burns, Emily Dickinson, the Brownings, examine the depths of human emotions, and do you know what each one of these poets, play writers, and philosophers have in common, Mister Matthews?"

"They all took you class?" Cory guesses, dumbly. Riley slaps her forehead with the palm of her hand at this answer.

"Every one of them was older than eleven. " Mr. Feeny corrects him, now pacing the aisle between the desks. "You come into my classroom at the beginning of the year, and at the end you go. And I really don't know if from the time we spent together, I have taught you anything! Well, this afternoon, Mr. Matthews, you are going to learn something from me. Do I have your attention?"

"Yes sir." Cory answers, realizing the seriousness of what Mr. Feeny's trying to say.

"I live on the other side of the fence from you, Cory. And it's impossible not to face in your direction every once in a while and notice the people in the next yard. And through the years I've got to know them, it is apparent that they are fine individuals. But. Their real strength comes from being a family. And do you know why they're a family, Cory? Because at one time, a man and a woman realized they loved each other. And pursued the unlimited potential of what may come of that love, and here you are. There is no greater aspiration than to have love in our lives, Mr. Matthews. Romeo knew it, and died for it. Other know it, and prepare salads. And those who don't know it, will sit in detention for the rest of their lives." Cory eyes his teacher as he walks back to his desk. "This particular detention, is over."

We see Cory trying to sneak his stuff back up to his room when Morgan asks, "Do you wanna have tea with me?"

"No, Morgan, I don't want anybody to know I'm here, okay?" Cory whispers to her.

"You're moving back in?" she asks, innocently

"Yeah, don't tell anybody."

"Oh, okay… CORY'S BACK!" Morgan yells anyways.

"No, shh—" Cory turns around to see his father, "Hi honey, I'm home!"

Alan tells Cory that it'll be an economical blow, but that he can have his old room back.

"Dad, I'm sorry I dumped you for my friends," Cory apologizes.

"When did you do that?" Alan asks, confused to what his son is referencing to.

"You know, all the time."

"Well, Cory, I'm glad you have friends, and I'm glad your back." Alan hugs Cory, much to his distress.

"NO! DON'T HUG ME!" Cory yells.

We're back to Cory's bedroom, where he's sitting on his bed playing a video game. Eric walks in, telling him that his date wasn't a good one. He'd spilled food, tripped over chairs, and had nothing to say for nine innings. He says he knows better than to go to a game without his brother. "It's my first and last date with Heather. I never want to see her again."

"Good," Cory replies, continuing to play his video game before she pouts the controller down again. "You don't mean that."

"Yes I do," Eric says.

"Here," Cory walks the phone over to Eric, and hands it to him. "Call her."

"Who?"

"'Who'!? Heather! My nemesis! Call her!"

"Why?" Eric asks his little brother.

"Because you're sitting there, drooling and pathetic! And I know somewhere in there is my cool brothers and I'm not gonna get him back until you call her," Cory explains.

"Look, I'm not calling her. I sat there all night and didn't say anything, what could I say now?"

"Take her to a movie!" Cory's exasperated by now, "There, you're supposed to sit there and not say anything. A movie's perfect for your current skill level."

"Why do you want me to call her?" Eric asks again.

"I'm told love is worth it." Cory rolls his eyes as he leaves the room to go downstairs.

Cory sees Morgan having her tea party as he's walking downstairs. "Aren't you gonna invite me to have tea with you?" Morgan throws her doll off the chair, and waves her hand to Cory, inviting him to sit down. "Morgan, I want you to know something. No matter how old I get, I'm always going to be your big brother."

"Sugar?" she asks, not really paying attention to what her big brother is saying.

"And even if I ever, which I won't, get interested in girls—"

"Milk?"

"—And it seems like that I don't care about you anymore—"

"Ketchup?"

"—I still always want you to invite me to have tea with you," Cory amends.

"Awww!" Riley sighs, with a goofy grin on her face, "Look at my dad, he's finally starting to understand the power of love."

"Morgan, honey," Amy walks in with a dish towel. "Put your tea set away and brush your teeth. It's e to go to bed"

"Do I have to?" Morgan asks Cory.

"You're asking me?" Cory asks, surprised at his sister. Morgan nods her head, "How 'bout we just stay up and finish our tea?" Tell tells his mom.

"Your volunteering to put your sister to bed?" Amy smiles

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Why?"

"'Cause I don't understand anything about my entire life." Morgan Stanley ds up, and walks over to Cory, kissing his cheek. "Yeah, thanks."

I watch as the "dream-like sequence" fades out, revealing to ourselves that were still sitting in Riley's bat winder in her bedroom. "Riles, your dad was just as messed up as we are. Your uncle blew your dad off, you dad blows your aunt off. It's like when our rather watch TV with me rather than babysit Auggie."

"Yeah, you're right, Maya. My dad found this memory to be a life lesson for two reasons. One, that the power of love isn't about what somebody's actions are, but it's the emotion that drives them to do that particular thing. And second, family is everything. My dad knew he was going to grow up, and have interests in other things. But he wanted to make sure that Aunt Morgan knew that she could always look up to him as her big brother, and invite him to her tea parties.

"Yeah, he did."

"I need to go tell Dad something." She oops her arm around mine, and stands, walking me toward the door.

Cory's POV

The Matthew's Kitchen, 4:35 pm.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table with my wife, Topanga. "its been way too quiet for way too long," I tel her, starting to get up.

"Calm down, Cory," she assures me, "The girls are fine. You're just overprotective. "

"I am not!" I defend myself, "I just care about the well-being of my daughter."

I'm about to storm Riley's room when she walks out with Maya. "Hey, Dad?" she asks.

"Yeah?"

"Call Aunt Morgan, and ask her if she'd like to have a tea party with you." I'm a little bewildered by my daughters request.

"What are you getting at, Riley?"

"The power of love, Dad! She needs to be reminded that you're sill her big brother, and is always there for her." I smile, understanding what Riley means now, "I will, I'll do it very soon.

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