Rebecca Feeny was mad. She was more than mad. She was furious. She had come to stay with Grandpa George for a semester of school while her parents 'sorted out some problems'. Rebecca knew the truth - they were divorcing. At first she'd been excited about moving in with Grandpa George for a while. It meant no listening to her parents fighting and a chance at a new life. But ever since she'd arrived, Grandpa had been treating her like a four year old. She had to be home by 9, in bed by 10. He'd even told her what clothes she could wear, and couldn't. Rebecca knew that her Grandpa was trying to the best for her, but he didn't seem to understand that she could make her own decisions! But now, this thing with telling Cory Matthews to ask her out - it was the last straw! Rebecca didn't know how, but it was time to teach her Grandpa a lesson!
SHAWN AND TURNER'S APARTMENT
Shawn Hunter was racing around his room in the apartment he shared with Mr Turner, trying on hundreds of different clothes. The floor was covered in pretty much every item he owned. Finally, taking one last look in the mirror, he made up his mind, and headed downstairs to the living room, where Cory sat on the sofa, and Turner stood in the kitchen.
"Perfect!" Cory announced, looking at Shawn. He was dressed in his most ripped jeans, a black leather jacket with studs covering almost every inch of it, and a ripped black t-shirt.
"Perfect? Shawn, you look like you just got run over by a truck!" Turner announced, "Where are you going? IS it legal?"
"Perfectly. I'm going on a date with Rebecca Feeny."
"Please, tell me you're kidding," Turner spoke, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.
"No…" Shawn began.
"That was a rhetorical question, Shawn. No answer necessary. Especially not one that starts with no."
"Look, I'm just helping her out," Shawn said. "She told me to wear this."
"Why on earth…never mind. The less I know the better," Turner concluded, turning and leaving.
"This will make Feeny flip!" Cory nodded his approval.
FEENY'S HOUSE
There was a knock on the door, and Feeny pulled himself out of the armchair, where he sat marking homework to answer it.
"Mr Hunter, good even…what on earth are you wearing?"
"Just my date clothes, Mr Feeny. I'm here to pick up Rebecca."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"OH, and where are you taking her?" Feeny asked, looking at Shawn sceptically.
"Oh, we were just going to go to a drive in movie, and then a party over at Hamilton High. Some girls parents are out of town, and so she's throwing a party, and it's going to be awesome!"
"Bye, Grandpa!" Rebecca called, rushing past Feeny and out into the night with Shawn.
SHAWN AND TURNER'S APARTMENT
Shawn Hunter was racing around his room in the apartment he shared with Mr Turner, trying on hundreds of different clothes. The floor was covered in pretty much every item he owned. Finally, taking one last look in the mirror, he made up his mind, and headed downstairs to the living room, where Cory sat on the sofa, and Turner stood in the kitchen.
"Perfect!" Cory announced, looking at Shawn. He was dressed in his most ripped jeans, a black leather jacket with studs covering almost every inch of it, and a ripped black t-shirt.
"Perfect? Shawn, you look like you just got run over by a truck!" Turner announced, "Where are you going? IS it legal?"
"Perfectly. I'm going on a date with Rebecca Feeny."
"Please, tell me you're kidding," Turner spoke, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.
"No…" Shawn began.
"That was a rhetorical question, Shawn. No answer necessary. Especially not one that starts with no."
"Look, I'm just helping her out," Shawn said. "She told me to wear this."
"Why on earth…never mind. The less I know the better," Turner concluded, turning and leaving.
"This will make Feeny flip!" Cory nodded his approval.
FEENY'S HOUSE
There was a knock on the door, and Feeny pulled himself out of the armchair, where he sat marking homework to answer it.
"Mr Hunter, good even…what on earth are you wearing?"
"Just my date clothes, Mr Feeny. I'm here to pick up Rebecca."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"OH, and where are you taking her?" Feeny asked, looking at Shawn sceptically.
"Oh, we were just going to go to a drive in movie, and then a party over at Hamilton High. Some girls parents are out of town, and so she's throwing a party, and it's going to be awesome!"
"Bye, Grandpa!" Rebecca called, rushing past Feeny and out into the night with Shawn.