Hey all! Been awhile since I've updated, so I have decided to write some
more. Same stuff as before. The regular disclaimer about not owning
anybody, and not being able to own the real characters. The best I can do
is to play with them. Don't sue over played with characters! No mula!
Enjoy!
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RACHEL'S POV
"Hey Angela! Where is that shirt that I let ya borrow?" Rachel asked as she was coming out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, and wrapped in a towel.
"I don't know, I think it's on the counter by the fridge." Angela answered, sounding bored.
Sighing, Rachel went into her bedroom. She loved that shirt, the only reason she had lent it to Angela in the first place was because she had thought that Angela might take Topanga out and go have some fun. Instead, Rachel found that Angela just hadn't done her laundry, and had run out of clean cloths.
Rachel removed her towel, put on both her pieces of underwear, and pants, then she yelled, "Angela, toss the shirt up here. Kay?"
"Nah, just get it yourself. I'm tired. Besides, there is no one here but us girls." Angela answered.
Coming around the corner, Rachel saw Angela and Topanga laying there, looking lethargic. Sometimes they were alright, but Rachel knew deep down they both missed Cory and Shawn.
She came out, and leaned over to retrieve her shirt, when the door suddenly burst open.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- ERIC'S POV
"Don't you think we should knock?" asked Jack
They were both standing outside of the girls' apartment, and Eric was about to barge in, when Jack caught his sleeve to ask the aforementioned question.
"Nah," said Eric, quite sure of himself, "The girls will love the surprise."
"Then do it yourself, I'm going somewhere else to hand out more flyers, and get this over as soon as possible." Jack said. Then he turned and left.
So Eric, now alone, came charging in. He took a quick cursory look about the room before his eyes noticed Rachel.
She was standing like a deer caught in headlights. But what drew his attention was the lack of upper body covering. She had covered her chest with her shirt, but her cute little belly botton was still showing.
"Wow Rach! You're an inny! They're the best. I'm one too. Wanna see?" He said, starting to raise his shirt.
"Agghh!" Rachel screamed, finally unfreezing, and running from the scene.
*That's odd. Some people don't like to talk about bellybottons I guess. I thought she might, with hers being so cute.*
"Eric! You idiot!" Topanga yelled, interrupting his thoughts. "Don't you knock?" She jumped up from the couch, and stared at him angerly.
"Nah. Not when I'm here to do you a favor. Here. Take this flyer. You two, and Rach are invited. Now excuse me. I have more co-eds to surprise. Oh yeah.And remind Rach to wear all her cloths." He stuffed a few flyers in their hands, and bounded off, grinning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- TOPANGA'S POV
"I can't believe Eric and his nerve sometimes!" Angela stated, going back and closing the door.
Sighing, Topanga had to agree. He was infuriating. She looked at one of the flyers Eric had handed her when Rachel re-entered, still looking red.
Her eyes traveled over the normal information for a party, when something caught her eye.
She looked up at Rachel, then to Angela, and their expressions conformed her fears. He was planning on using this apartment for the party. THEIR apartment.
"I can't believe this." Angela muttered.
"I can't believe this says Jack is involved too." Rachel added.
"I can't believe they were presumptious enough to add on the bottom of our copies, 'Cory, Shawn, and myself will be there' Can you?" Topanga asked.
"Well, hopefully it was only our copies." Angela said.
"What?" Rachel and Topanga asked together.
"Well, ya never know with Eric."Angela trailed off.
Why, Topanga couldn't explain, but it bothered her that Eric might have used Cory, or even Shawn's names to get other people to come. Unless he had their permission. But Topanga had a feeling that if he did, it would not make her feel any better.
"We'd better find out. C'mon. To the Student Union!" Topanga said aloud, and the three women left THEIR apartment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- JACK'S POV
*I can't believe Eric actually talked me into having this party, and passing out all these stupid flyers for it* Jack had just spent hours walking around the campus trying to find anyone who would take a flyer, who didn't already have one.
Now, as he entered the Student Union, with only one flyer left, he dropped it in the garbage, shrugged, and got into line to get a coffee.
He was just about to order when he heard the door open, and he looked up from the menu to see that, to his horror, it was Eric at the door. Not just Eric alone, but about sixty more of those evil flyers.
He turned back to face a smiling cashier, muttered a 'Nevermind', and got out of line. Trying to walk so his back was towards Eric, he slipped past the couch and the pool table. He almost made it. Almost.
Just as his hand was on the door, he heard a loud, "Jack! Jackie! C'mon man! Don't act like you can't hear me!"
Sighing, and giving up on a get away, Jack turned back to his friend, and said "Hey! How's it going?"
"Great! I just came back from visiting the girls, like ya know, and I remembered that I forgot to tell you that I managed to get our mopey brothers' to agree to go." Eric said very quickly and happily.
As they were talking, Eric led him over towards a couch and they were now half watching a football game that was on. A classic. The Penguins vs. The Omish.
Jack wondered if he should tell Eric that it was not a good thing to badger people into going to parties. Then, looking at him, he remembered Eric and his selective hearing, and decided it was a lost cause.
In stead he said, "Well that's good. Now how about you tell me how we're supposed to convince Rachel, Angela, and Topanga to use their apartment for the party." This little problem had been bugging Jack all day.
"Oh it's actually quite simple. You see, we have already invited Cory and Shawn, which will get Topanga and Angela there. For Rachel, there is me." Eric used in the voice he used when he was trying to be serious.
Before Jack could even begin to tell Eric what was wrong with his little leaps of logic, and his assumptions, the Union door burst open, and three cute but peeved looking co-ed's charged into the room.
"Hey Angela! Where is that shirt that I let ya borrow?" Rachel asked as she was coming out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, and wrapped in a towel.
"I don't know, I think it's on the counter by the fridge." Angela answered, sounding bored.
Sighing, Rachel went into her bedroom. She loved that shirt, the only reason she had lent it to Angela in the first place was because she had thought that Angela might take Topanga out and go have some fun. Instead, Rachel found that Angela just hadn't done her laundry, and had run out of clean cloths.
Rachel removed her towel, put on both her pieces of underwear, and pants, then she yelled, "Angela, toss the shirt up here. Kay?"
"Nah, just get it yourself. I'm tired. Besides, there is no one here but us girls." Angela answered.
Coming around the corner, Rachel saw Angela and Topanga laying there, looking lethargic. Sometimes they were alright, but Rachel knew deep down they both missed Cory and Shawn.
She came out, and leaned over to retrieve her shirt, when the door suddenly burst open.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- ERIC'S POV
"Don't you think we should knock?" asked Jack
They were both standing outside of the girls' apartment, and Eric was about to barge in, when Jack caught his sleeve to ask the aforementioned question.
"Nah," said Eric, quite sure of himself, "The girls will love the surprise."
"Then do it yourself, I'm going somewhere else to hand out more flyers, and get this over as soon as possible." Jack said. Then he turned and left.
So Eric, now alone, came charging in. He took a quick cursory look about the room before his eyes noticed Rachel.
She was standing like a deer caught in headlights. But what drew his attention was the lack of upper body covering. She had covered her chest with her shirt, but her cute little belly botton was still showing.
"Wow Rach! You're an inny! They're the best. I'm one too. Wanna see?" He said, starting to raise his shirt.
"Agghh!" Rachel screamed, finally unfreezing, and running from the scene.
*That's odd. Some people don't like to talk about bellybottons I guess. I thought she might, with hers being so cute.*
"Eric! You idiot!" Topanga yelled, interrupting his thoughts. "Don't you knock?" She jumped up from the couch, and stared at him angerly.
"Nah. Not when I'm here to do you a favor. Here. Take this flyer. You two, and Rach are invited. Now excuse me. I have more co-eds to surprise. Oh yeah.And remind Rach to wear all her cloths." He stuffed a few flyers in their hands, and bounded off, grinning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- TOPANGA'S POV
"I can't believe Eric and his nerve sometimes!" Angela stated, going back and closing the door.
Sighing, Topanga had to agree. He was infuriating. She looked at one of the flyers Eric had handed her when Rachel re-entered, still looking red.
Her eyes traveled over the normal information for a party, when something caught her eye.
She looked up at Rachel, then to Angela, and their expressions conformed her fears. He was planning on using this apartment for the party. THEIR apartment.
"I can't believe this." Angela muttered.
"I can't believe this says Jack is involved too." Rachel added.
"I can't believe they were presumptious enough to add on the bottom of our copies, 'Cory, Shawn, and myself will be there' Can you?" Topanga asked.
"Well, hopefully it was only our copies." Angela said.
"What?" Rachel and Topanga asked together.
"Well, ya never know with Eric."Angela trailed off.
Why, Topanga couldn't explain, but it bothered her that Eric might have used Cory, or even Shawn's names to get other people to come. Unless he had their permission. But Topanga had a feeling that if he did, it would not make her feel any better.
"We'd better find out. C'mon. To the Student Union!" Topanga said aloud, and the three women left THEIR apartment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- JACK'S POV
*I can't believe Eric actually talked me into having this party, and passing out all these stupid flyers for it* Jack had just spent hours walking around the campus trying to find anyone who would take a flyer, who didn't already have one.
Now, as he entered the Student Union, with only one flyer left, he dropped it in the garbage, shrugged, and got into line to get a coffee.
He was just about to order when he heard the door open, and he looked up from the menu to see that, to his horror, it was Eric at the door. Not just Eric alone, but about sixty more of those evil flyers.
He turned back to face a smiling cashier, muttered a 'Nevermind', and got out of line. Trying to walk so his back was towards Eric, he slipped past the couch and the pool table. He almost made it. Almost.
Just as his hand was on the door, he heard a loud, "Jack! Jackie! C'mon man! Don't act like you can't hear me!"
Sighing, and giving up on a get away, Jack turned back to his friend, and said "Hey! How's it going?"
"Great! I just came back from visiting the girls, like ya know, and I remembered that I forgot to tell you that I managed to get our mopey brothers' to agree to go." Eric said very quickly and happily.
As they were talking, Eric led him over towards a couch and they were now half watching a football game that was on. A classic. The Penguins vs. The Omish.
Jack wondered if he should tell Eric that it was not a good thing to badger people into going to parties. Then, looking at him, he remembered Eric and his selective hearing, and decided it was a lost cause.
In stead he said, "Well that's good. Now how about you tell me how we're supposed to convince Rachel, Angela, and Topanga to use their apartment for the party." This little problem had been bugging Jack all day.
"Oh it's actually quite simple. You see, we have already invited Cory and Shawn, which will get Topanga and Angela there. For Rachel, there is me." Eric used in the voice he used when he was trying to be serious.
Before Jack could even begin to tell Eric what was wrong with his little leaps of logic, and his assumptions, the Union door burst open, and three cute but peeved looking co-ed's charged into the room.