Morgan woke up in a cold sweat. It's all a dream, she thought as she
comforted herself. It was only a dream, and it's not real.
A dream? She thought. This was a nightmare! In it, she had relieved the car crash that killed her friends. Why was she still thinking about this? She'd moved onto better things!
"You know, your accent gets thicker when you're asleep," Cory noted. He and Morgan were sitting in the kitchen, across from each other. "Cor-y! Why'd you let me fall asleep?" she asked.
"You seemed tired, it seemed like a nice thing to do." He told her. Okay, it was a nice thing to do and she was grateful towards him. Still.
"Is everyone still here?" she asked. He shook his head. "No, everyone left, even Lydia and Jeffrey."
"What? I thought they were staying!" he said. "They were, but, well, I told them not to. Because you wouldn't have anywhere to sleep."
She smiled at him. "Well, okay, fine with me, I guess. Look, I'm going - somewhere. Anywhere but here."
"Why?" he asked her. "Because I just am!" she replied, annoyed. She was annoyed with herself, annoyed with her thoughts, annoyed with Cory, annoyed with life in general.
"Morgan, I absolutely refuse to let you out of this apartment!" he said firmly. This surprised her. "Why?" she asked softly.
"Because - it's dangerous out there. And besides, I - I - I need help," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "With what do you possibly need help with?" she asked him. "You're a pretty independent person. Everytime I tell you that you need help, you always say, no I don't." Okay, well, she was right about that.
"Yeah, well, I just don't want you going out there at two o clock in the morning," he told her. She gasped. "Two in the morning? You've GOT to be kidding me!" she looked at a clock.
Oh, Lord. It was two in the morning. "Cory, why am I having these dreams?" she asked him. "Don't ask me, I wouldn't know. I never studied dreams, I always thought it was a waste of time trying to decipher people's dreams." He told her. He has a point, she thought. Maybe that's why I didn't.
"What kind of dreams are they?" he asked, obviously interested. "I keep relieving - the day," she said. He instinctively knew exactly what she was talking about.
"It's only natural to relive a tragic day in your life in dreams. It means you have unfinished business - like there's something you meant to do years ago but never did and it was important, and now it's haunting you. If you don't take care of it, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life. But - don't tell anyone I know that," he said.
She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. "So, how exactly do you know that?" she asked. "Umm, never mind. Listen, Morgan, are you going to bed?" he asked her.
"In a minute," she replied. "Me neither," he told her. "So what are we going to do for a few hours while we wait for the time to get on with our lives?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe just - do stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" she asked him. "Well, I might as well start working on the article. And you have to work on that series of dresses they wanted you to do for the Kate McNair Gallery." He reminded her.
She moaned - like she always did. Cory couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful, even at two in the morning, after she'd been sleeping.
"Cory!" she said suddenly. "What did you mean by an accent? I don't have an accent. You guys have accents." She noted.
"Oh, come on, Morgan. Like you don't know. You have a small English accent. Don't tell me you haven't noticed." ************************************************************************
Meanwhile, Angela and Shawn were hidden outside the door to Morgan and Cory's apartment. In Angela's hand was a small tarantula. Shawn seemed nauseous, but he tried to pretend like it didn't bother him.
"Okay. Review the plan again!" Shawn said. "What we're going to do is I'm going to let this spider go, because I know how much Morgan hates spiders. Then, you'll take Cory into another room and tell him that until he admitted he loved Morgan, you wouldn't let him go. I'll do the same to Morgan." Angela told him.
"But - what does the spider have to do with anything?" he asked. "Oh, that's easy," she said. "Morgan hates spiders, so, if she knows there's a spider loose, she'll say anything. Anything at all! Now, take this," Angela said, handing him a tape recorder. "You'll catch Cory on tape saying he loves Morgan, and I'll do the same." Angela opened the door slightly, and let the spider in. "Okay, go in, little spider," she said, nudging it a little.
On cue, Angela ran in, yelling, "Spider!" Shawn seemed kind of confused during the whole thing, but no one noticed. Morgan screamed and jumped up on a chair. Shawn grabbed Cory's arm and dragged him outside.
"Admit you love Cory and I'll take the spider away," Angela said. "No!" Morgan screamed. "Say it, say it!" Angela egged Morgan on.
"Fine I LOVE CORY! NOW TAKE THE SPIDER AWAY!" Morgan yelled. Angela did so. "Yes, I got you on tape saying you loved Cory!"
"Wait a minute. I didn't say that I loved Cory because I meant it. I just said it because you wanted me to say it." Morgan pointed out.
Angela sighed. What were the chances that Shawn's results were the same way? "Morgan, I know you love Cory. So just admit it! You two are already living with each other! Now all you have to do is tie the knot and it will be totally, totally perfect."
"For-get it!" Morgan said with passion - but Angela didn't believe her. "Listen, if I had never admitted how I felt about Shawn how do you think we would've gotten where we are today?" she asked.
"Okay! Okay! Yes, I admit it!" she said. "You admit - what?" Angela asked. Morgan sighed. "I admit that I love Cory," she said, defeated.
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Meanwhile, Shawn was having pretty much the same luck - hardly any at all. Cory refused to admit it.
"You know what? Maybe I should just give up and go home," Shawn said finally, irritated at his friend and Angela.
"Why?" Cory asked. "Because all you're doing is lying to me. Angela says friends don't do that to each other. And you know what else? I don't care that Topanga and you aren't together anymore because you two don't belong together. You want to know the people that belong together? That's right, you and Morgan. You two belong together because you know that the minute you saw her, you knew this would happen so don't try to act surprised, okay? This was meant to happen! And I was meant to yell at you like this. Cor, look at me, look at Angela, look at you, and look at Morgan! Look at what I have, look at what you have! You have a golden opportunity to grab the person you love and you're just letting it go by without even thinking about it! Topanga is GONE, Cory! She's gone and she's not coming back! So get over her! Look at Morgan because she's here! You two love each other! You may not admit it but you do! Get over Topanga! Open your eyes, Cory! The same girl that you know you love is right there in front of you and you don't even notice it! Topanga is GONE and Morgan is here! Now it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what you should do." And with that, Shawn left, furious at his best friend for not understanding.
Morgan and Angela were concerned because they had heard Shawn shouting (but they hadn't heard what he was saying). They both rushed out of the door.
"I hope he remembered that we can get thrown out," Morgan noted. "I don't think he did," Angela said, "because I sure wouldn't yell like that if I had remembered."
Cory, however, stood there, stunned. Shawn was right - Topanga was gone and he had to get over her. Cory thought he had, but it took Shawn yelling at him to realize that he hadn't. No wonder he wouldn't admit his feelings for Morgan - he was still upset over Topanga.
"Morgan!" he said. "How - how do you get over someone you loved a lot?" he asked.
"You - you have to look deep inside and realize that living life like that isn't what you want. You have to realize that sometimes, even though you really loved the person, they're gone and it's not really what you want to sit around waiting for them. Sometimes an even better person is right there in front of you and you didn't even know it. It's hard, and it takes a long time. But it works. And you feel even better afterwards."
Cory shifted position and felt something in his pocket. That reminded him. He had to think fast. Should he do it? Or should he just ignore it and pretend to be ignorant?
He thought about what Shawn said. Shawn was right - he shouldn't let a "golden opportunity" pass him by.
It was three o clock by now, and as I think I've established the fact before, three o clock in the morning is the weirdest time of all. This is because no matter what weird things that wouldn't happen any other time could happen at three.
And as the clock ticked from 2:59 to 3:00 AM, Cory sighed. "Morgan?" he said. She looked at him.
"Yeah?" she replied. And Angela thought she felt a tingling, predicted feeling - like something excruciatingly important was going to happen at that moment.
Shawn came running up at that moment, too, and stopped just to hear the four words that changed the past, present, and future forever.
Cory sighed again, hoping he wouldn't trip over his own words. He'd never done this before, and the suspense of everyone was killing them (Except for Morgan, who was totally oblivious to the fact that everyone was holding their breath except for her.)
"Morgan?" he asked again. Angela and Shawn looked at Cory like they were about to kill him.
"Yes, Cory?" Morgan replied. She figured something strange was going on, but didn't particularly care at the moment.
"Will you marry me?"
A dream? She thought. This was a nightmare! In it, she had relieved the car crash that killed her friends. Why was she still thinking about this? She'd moved onto better things!
"You know, your accent gets thicker when you're asleep," Cory noted. He and Morgan were sitting in the kitchen, across from each other. "Cor-y! Why'd you let me fall asleep?" she asked.
"You seemed tired, it seemed like a nice thing to do." He told her. Okay, it was a nice thing to do and she was grateful towards him. Still.
"Is everyone still here?" she asked. He shook his head. "No, everyone left, even Lydia and Jeffrey."
"What? I thought they were staying!" he said. "They were, but, well, I told them not to. Because you wouldn't have anywhere to sleep."
She smiled at him. "Well, okay, fine with me, I guess. Look, I'm going - somewhere. Anywhere but here."
"Why?" he asked her. "Because I just am!" she replied, annoyed. She was annoyed with herself, annoyed with her thoughts, annoyed with Cory, annoyed with life in general.
"Morgan, I absolutely refuse to let you out of this apartment!" he said firmly. This surprised her. "Why?" she asked softly.
"Because - it's dangerous out there. And besides, I - I - I need help," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "With what do you possibly need help with?" she asked him. "You're a pretty independent person. Everytime I tell you that you need help, you always say, no I don't." Okay, well, she was right about that.
"Yeah, well, I just don't want you going out there at two o clock in the morning," he told her. She gasped. "Two in the morning? You've GOT to be kidding me!" she looked at a clock.
Oh, Lord. It was two in the morning. "Cory, why am I having these dreams?" she asked him. "Don't ask me, I wouldn't know. I never studied dreams, I always thought it was a waste of time trying to decipher people's dreams." He told her. He has a point, she thought. Maybe that's why I didn't.
"What kind of dreams are they?" he asked, obviously interested. "I keep relieving - the day," she said. He instinctively knew exactly what she was talking about.
"It's only natural to relive a tragic day in your life in dreams. It means you have unfinished business - like there's something you meant to do years ago but never did and it was important, and now it's haunting you. If you don't take care of it, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life. But - don't tell anyone I know that," he said.
She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. "So, how exactly do you know that?" she asked. "Umm, never mind. Listen, Morgan, are you going to bed?" he asked her.
"In a minute," she replied. "Me neither," he told her. "So what are we going to do for a few hours while we wait for the time to get on with our lives?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe just - do stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" she asked him. "Well, I might as well start working on the article. And you have to work on that series of dresses they wanted you to do for the Kate McNair Gallery." He reminded her.
She moaned - like she always did. Cory couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful, even at two in the morning, after she'd been sleeping.
"Cory!" she said suddenly. "What did you mean by an accent? I don't have an accent. You guys have accents." She noted.
"Oh, come on, Morgan. Like you don't know. You have a small English accent. Don't tell me you haven't noticed." ************************************************************************
Meanwhile, Angela and Shawn were hidden outside the door to Morgan and Cory's apartment. In Angela's hand was a small tarantula. Shawn seemed nauseous, but he tried to pretend like it didn't bother him.
"Okay. Review the plan again!" Shawn said. "What we're going to do is I'm going to let this spider go, because I know how much Morgan hates spiders. Then, you'll take Cory into another room and tell him that until he admitted he loved Morgan, you wouldn't let him go. I'll do the same to Morgan." Angela told him.
"But - what does the spider have to do with anything?" he asked. "Oh, that's easy," she said. "Morgan hates spiders, so, if she knows there's a spider loose, she'll say anything. Anything at all! Now, take this," Angela said, handing him a tape recorder. "You'll catch Cory on tape saying he loves Morgan, and I'll do the same." Angela opened the door slightly, and let the spider in. "Okay, go in, little spider," she said, nudging it a little.
On cue, Angela ran in, yelling, "Spider!" Shawn seemed kind of confused during the whole thing, but no one noticed. Morgan screamed and jumped up on a chair. Shawn grabbed Cory's arm and dragged him outside.
"Admit you love Cory and I'll take the spider away," Angela said. "No!" Morgan screamed. "Say it, say it!" Angela egged Morgan on.
"Fine I LOVE CORY! NOW TAKE THE SPIDER AWAY!" Morgan yelled. Angela did so. "Yes, I got you on tape saying you loved Cory!"
"Wait a minute. I didn't say that I loved Cory because I meant it. I just said it because you wanted me to say it." Morgan pointed out.
Angela sighed. What were the chances that Shawn's results were the same way? "Morgan, I know you love Cory. So just admit it! You two are already living with each other! Now all you have to do is tie the knot and it will be totally, totally perfect."
"For-get it!" Morgan said with passion - but Angela didn't believe her. "Listen, if I had never admitted how I felt about Shawn how do you think we would've gotten where we are today?" she asked.
"Okay! Okay! Yes, I admit it!" she said. "You admit - what?" Angela asked. Morgan sighed. "I admit that I love Cory," she said, defeated.
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Meanwhile, Shawn was having pretty much the same luck - hardly any at all. Cory refused to admit it.
"You know what? Maybe I should just give up and go home," Shawn said finally, irritated at his friend and Angela.
"Why?" Cory asked. "Because all you're doing is lying to me. Angela says friends don't do that to each other. And you know what else? I don't care that Topanga and you aren't together anymore because you two don't belong together. You want to know the people that belong together? That's right, you and Morgan. You two belong together because you know that the minute you saw her, you knew this would happen so don't try to act surprised, okay? This was meant to happen! And I was meant to yell at you like this. Cor, look at me, look at Angela, look at you, and look at Morgan! Look at what I have, look at what you have! You have a golden opportunity to grab the person you love and you're just letting it go by without even thinking about it! Topanga is GONE, Cory! She's gone and she's not coming back! So get over her! Look at Morgan because she's here! You two love each other! You may not admit it but you do! Get over Topanga! Open your eyes, Cory! The same girl that you know you love is right there in front of you and you don't even notice it! Topanga is GONE and Morgan is here! Now it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what you should do." And with that, Shawn left, furious at his best friend for not understanding.
Morgan and Angela were concerned because they had heard Shawn shouting (but they hadn't heard what he was saying). They both rushed out of the door.
"I hope he remembered that we can get thrown out," Morgan noted. "I don't think he did," Angela said, "because I sure wouldn't yell like that if I had remembered."
Cory, however, stood there, stunned. Shawn was right - Topanga was gone and he had to get over her. Cory thought he had, but it took Shawn yelling at him to realize that he hadn't. No wonder he wouldn't admit his feelings for Morgan - he was still upset over Topanga.
"Morgan!" he said. "How - how do you get over someone you loved a lot?" he asked.
"You - you have to look deep inside and realize that living life like that isn't what you want. You have to realize that sometimes, even though you really loved the person, they're gone and it's not really what you want to sit around waiting for them. Sometimes an even better person is right there in front of you and you didn't even know it. It's hard, and it takes a long time. But it works. And you feel even better afterwards."
Cory shifted position and felt something in his pocket. That reminded him. He had to think fast. Should he do it? Or should he just ignore it and pretend to be ignorant?
He thought about what Shawn said. Shawn was right - he shouldn't let a "golden opportunity" pass him by.
It was three o clock by now, and as I think I've established the fact before, three o clock in the morning is the weirdest time of all. This is because no matter what weird things that wouldn't happen any other time could happen at three.
And as the clock ticked from 2:59 to 3:00 AM, Cory sighed. "Morgan?" he said. She looked at him.
"Yeah?" she replied. And Angela thought she felt a tingling, predicted feeling - like something excruciatingly important was going to happen at that moment.
Shawn came running up at that moment, too, and stopped just to hear the four words that changed the past, present, and future forever.
Cory sighed again, hoping he wouldn't trip over his own words. He'd never done this before, and the suspense of everyone was killing them (Except for Morgan, who was totally oblivious to the fact that everyone was holding their breath except for her.)
"Morgan?" he asked again. Angela and Shawn looked at Cory like they were about to kill him.
"Yes, Cory?" Morgan replied. She figured something strange was going on, but didn't particularly care at the moment.
"Will you marry me?"