CHUBBY'S

Cory Matthews was listening intently to his date, who was sitting opposite him in a booth at Chubby's, the local hangout. He was surprised to find that he was actually enjoying himself. It had only been three months since his latest break up with Topanga, and usually he was still feeling apprehensive about dating anyone new, or at least comparing them to Topanga. But this girl had long brown hair, nothing like Toppy, and pretty hazel eyes, nothing like Toppy, and ... damn, Cory thought, realising maybe he still wasn't ready to be dating again.

"And then," the pretty brown haired girl told him, "when we reached Cairo, that was just amazing!" She paused for a moment, and looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I have been talking about myself all evening. You must be bored to tears."

"Not at all. Actually, I'm having a surprisingly good time. I mean, when Feeny told me you were coming to town, and that you needed a date, I thought BOREDOM CITY, but you're actually very..." Cory's face suddenly fell. He'd said way too much, in just seven little words - Feeny told me you needed a date.

"Grandpa George told you to ask me out?!" the girl snapped angrily.

"No, Rebecca, he ... well....um...." Cory stuttered as he tried to think of a plausible lie, but finally gave up. "Yes."

"Great, so this is a charity date?" Rebecca moaned. She felt so terrible. She had thought that Cory had actually liked her, and that he had really been enjoying the evening together.

"Well, it was, but..."

"Ooh! I hate how Grandpa treats me like such a child! I am fifteen years old! That's it, I'm going to prove to him once and for all that I am old enough to choose my own boyfriend!" Rebecca stood up angrily and then turned back to Cory with a sweet as sugar smile and said quite pleasantly "Thanks, Cory, I had a great time," and then left.

Cory sat there with a confused smile, and wondered what on earth Rebecca Feeny had planned.



THE NEXT DAY...
ENGLISH LIT

"Right, class, this week, as it is only four weeks until your graduation," Mr Turner said, and then muttered to himself "and then I'm finally rid of you. Party time. You'll each be taking a test with the careers counsellor to help you to plan your future, or in other words, decided which classes you are going to sleep through at College."

A general groan emanated from most of the classroom, at the thought of the pointless tests. Hell, Mr Turner himself had to agree. The one he had taken at High School had told him he was to become a fighter pilot, but looking over the class, he decided that the enemy here was definitely a greater challenge than anything the US Airforce could throw at him.

"TEST!" Eric Matthews shrieked, jumping up from his chair, eyes wide in panic.

"Matthews, sit! This is the one and only test you cannot fail. Mind you, with your track record, anything is possible."





Whoa! Almost forgot the disclaimer again - not mine, but if I could just steal Mr Turner for a .... lacey! Stop it! Ok, BMW is someone elses, but since they appear to have all been placed in vaccuum storage for the rest of eternity, I'm just going take them for a couple of minutes. (Oh, hey, and can some one tell me do you call your airforce the airforce?) Cheers, Lacey