Cory POV
"Maya! Let me in!"
"No can do, Mr. Matthews."
"Why not?"
"Cause Riley and Ranger Rick don't want you to see them getting down and dirty."
"WHAT?"
"I'm kidding, Mr. Matthews."
"So why can't you let me IN!"
"Well, cause you'd scream."
"Why?"
"Cause you would. Then you'd wake them up."
"What? Let me in, Maya."
She sighed.
"Fine."
I heard a click.
I swung open the door to see my sweet, innocent little girl, lying in bed with howdy!
I bit my fist to keep from screaming.
"I'm really sorry. She fell asleep. She had a long night at my house last night." Maya said.
I nodded slowly, and bit into my fist harder.
"CORY! GUESS WHO'S HERE!" Topanga shouted excitedly.
"It's me!" Shawn said, swinging around into the doorway.
"Just a minute. I'm in the middle of a mid-life crises here." I said.
"Wh- Oh." Shawn said, seeing the two teens.
I let out a small squeak.
"RILEY!" Maya yelled.
Riley woke up with a yell and flipped over, wrenching herself out of Lucas's arms, awakening him, and fell out of bed.
"I feel like I was run over with a bus." Friar groaned.
"That's cause you were. A bus with a knife and a can of beer." Maya said.
"Be more sensitive!" Riley hissed, getting up.
"No." Friar said, rubbing his eyes. "My dad is a jerk. A total jerk."
"Do I have any right to know what's going on here?"
"Not really." Riley said, but Lucas started getting out of bed.
"No, don't-" but he had already slid out of bed.
Shawn gapped at Lucas's injuries.
"Why are you here, anyway?" Maya asked.
"I-I I don't even know!" Shawn said, gripping his head tightly. "Oh, wait," he said, looking up, "I'm here because I'm moving to New York!"
I jumped up and down and squealed.
"REALLY?!"
Shawn nodded and I wrapped him in a giant hug.
"CORY AND SHAWN BLA BLA BLA AND NOBODY TALKS BUT THEM!" I yelled happily.
Everybody laughed.
"Oh, we had some good times." Shawn said. "I remember one time, you and Topanga threw a party to prove you weren't like an old married couple, and you ended up throwing it on the same day as the hottest party of the year."
"I remember that night." I said, thoughtfully.
"Yeah, Rachel, Angela and me Got everyone from that party, to Cory and Topanga's party really late, and discovered them covered in food, the room a mess, and them making out underneath a twister mat. Instead of feeling bad for them, we started feeling bad for ourselves." Shawn finished with a laugh.
"Whoa, TMI." Maya said.
Lucas smiled, "I really, did not need to know that. It will haunt my dreams, Sir."
Shawn laughed, "I like this kid!"
"Me too!" Riley exclaimed, "That's why, until we figure something out, he's staying with us."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Well is he just going to go back to his drunken father?!" Maya asked me.
"Maya!" Riley hissed.
I growled, and all three of them looked at me in alarm.
"He can stay. At least until we get something figured out." I told them.
"Can I stay over?" Maya asked.
"Me too?" Farkle asked, poking his head in the door.
"Hi Lucas! Oh-" and he fainted.
"Yeah, sure. Don't make too much noise."
I left, and was surprised to find that Shawn wasn't following me. I stopped for a moment but decided he probably just wanted to catch up with the kids.
Riley POV
"So. Shawn. You gonna leave?" I asked, hoping he would so that Lucas and I could snuggle. All I wanted to do was touch him, make sure he was still here and safe. I had acted calm when he had shown us his injuries, but inside I had been freaking out. If he had been seriously hurt, I don't know what I would have done.
"I know there's something going on between you two. I can read it all over your faces." Shawn said with a laugh, "Your father is such an idiot for not seeing it."
"I-" I tried, but he cut me off.
"Don't you dare, try to deny it. I know."
"Oh, god! Please don't tell my father. And definitely not his. His dad just cut him for no reason, and his dad has very strict dating rules. Imagine what he would do if-" Shawn cut me off again.
"I'm not going to tell your dad. I can see them in you. Cory and Topanga," he smiled sadly, "Never, ever let that go."
And he walked out.
Maya closed the door behind him and locked it, pulling the groggy Farkle in before doing so.
She turned back to us.
"Let's Skype." She said, grabbing Riley's laptop from off of her dresser.
"Oh, I need a shirt. Riley, do you still have that-"
I handed him the blue sweatshirt with the big FRIAR on the back.
"Thanks." He said.
He slipped it on, and turned to Riley.
"Thank you for being there for me." He said.
I smiled, "I always will be."