Okay, okay! I'm sorry I haven't updated for sooo long. To be honest, I've
kinda lost interest in Boy Meets World - not really sure why, although I
have become a little obsessed with Harry Potter instead. Frankly, I am a
little annoyed at the constant bitching which occurs both here and on some
of the BMW groups I belong to - guys, it's just a TV show, and fanfiction
is just for entertainment, though I do find it a worthwhile exercise to
receive some feedback on my writing. I realise some of the writers here
are quite young, and therefore, their English is not up to others standards
(and no, I am not trying to claim that my writing is perfect - far from
it!), so I think a little tolerance is in order. However, would running
spell check be that difficult? I am willing to offer myself as a beta to
anyone who is interested (hey, Shawna, not too sure what happened to you -
give me an email if you're still interested!) but I am quite busy with
studying and my son and everything else that is life, so if you do send me
something to beta, please don't expect it back in five minutes! Okay,
that's the end of my little rant - I sincerely hope someone can dissolve my
grievances, and renew my interest!
Right, on with the new chapter...
Jonathan was frustrated. It had taken all the rest of lunch to sort out Harley and his gang, who were now all seated in Feeny's Office, probably turning a deaf ear to every thing Feeny had to say. This only proved to heighten Jonathan's frustration - he'd basically wasted the whole of his spare time for the day sorting out a bunch of thugs who couldn't care less, when all Jon really wanted to do was talk to Jessica, and sort out what was going on with her. The thought of Chet laying his hands on the woman Jon had come to worship caused his heart to sink into his stomach, and shivers to run up his spine. Jonathan had seen what a mess Shawn had been left in after his last encounter with Chet, and he was damned if he'd witness the same with Jessica. Jonathan couldn't help but wonder how life had become so complicated. He'd spent his youth longing to grow up so he could leave his family, and 'get on with life'. Not that he had totally deserted his parents, and after a few years they had come to accept that he did not want to follow in his father's footsteps, and for the most part they were okay with that. Though his mother took every available opportunity to comment that perhaps if he had followed his father, he would now have money and hence a wife - and Mrs Turner would have grandchildren. Jonathan didn't hesitate to point out that she had Shawn, but he could tell this wasn't the same as having her own grandchildren. He also tried to make the point that he hardly wanted a wife who only wanted him for money, but Mrs Turner didn't see this as an issue, causing Jonathan to wonder exactly what had brought his own parents together, shattering his own beliefs about their relationship. The bell indicating the end of the last period for the day rang, and his final class, which happened to be Shawn and Cory's English Lit class, leapt to their feet and raced for the door as if their lives depended upon it. Shawn, however, cautiously approached Jonathan's desk. "Hey, Jon," he said hesitantly, half expecting to get his head bitten off. Jon had been surprising quiet all day, setting the class a reading assignment for the last period, and reclining back in his chair, his brow furrowed, the lines of his face deepening, making him appear many years older than Shawn had ever witnessed. "Hello Shawn," Jonathan replied, a sharp tone to his words. Shawn sat himself down on the corner of Jon's desk and sighed. "What's going on, Jon?" Jonathan looked at his foster son in surprise. It was unlike Shawn to notice anything that didn't directly relate to himself. Then again, Jonathan thought, this did definitely impact on Shawn, not that he knew it. "Nothing Shawn, I'm fine." Jonathan scooped up his books, and stood, wanting to get out of the room before Shawn probed any further. "Jon?" Shawn's voice was full of concern as he observed the slight stoop in Jonathan's posture. Jonathan looked at Shawn. "Do me a favour, Hunter. Appreciate your youth...life only gets worse." Before Shawn could enquire what precisely Jon had meant by this, the older man had left the room.
Jonathan was just about to jump on his motorcycle and head home to mope, when he caught sight of Jessica across the parking lot. Placing his helmet on to the seat of the Harley, he strode across the lot, catching up with Jessica just as she reached her car. "Jessica..." "Can I help you, Mr Tuner?" she said in a cold, crisp tone as she continued to unlock her car, barely giving Jonathan a passing glance. Jonathan sighed. "Look, I am really very sorry about yesterday. I have no idea what came over me." "Very well." Jonathan let out a frustrated groan. "Jess, come on! Talk to me!" Jessica paused, glancing over her shoulder at Jon. " Jonathan, stop placing the weight of the world on your shoulders. This is my problem and I will deal with it on my own. I do not need you interfering." "I am only interfering because I consider you to be one of my friends! I'm worried about you Jess..." "Well, don't. I am quite capable of sorting this out. In fact, I find your supposedly heroic acts insulting. I'm hardly a little girl any more, Jonathan." "Jess...look, okay, fine. But I'm here...if you want anything..." Jessica's face softened, and she smiled gently. "Thank you, Jon. I'll bear that in mind." Then she slid into her car and drove off, leaving Jonathan alone in the car park, staring after her.
Jonathan, though still wound up over the idea of Jess going back to that trailer with Chet, was feeling a little better that she was finally talking to him again, and referring to him as Jonathan rather than Mr Turner. He'd even managed to join Eli and Shawn watching a movie on TV, which thankfully was a rather light hearted comedy, raising Jonathan's mood to something that could almost be considered as acceptable. The phone rang, and Eli leant over the sofa and grabbed the cordless from the coffee table. "Hello, Jonathan's dating agency. He'll accept anything..." Jon shot Eli a nasty look, hoping like all hell it wasn't his mother on the other end. "Oh, hey Jess!" The enthusiasm on Eli's face only served to send Jonathan's mood back into the red. Alan was wrong - Eli would never forgive him if he found out what Jonathan had done. "Yeah, hang on a sec." Eli handed the telephone to Jonathan, a quizzical look on his face. Jonathan gave Eli a long look before accepting the call. "Jess?" Jonathan rose from the sofa, heading for the kitchen in an attempt at some privacy. Fat lot of good that did him as Shawn and Eli were right on his heels. "Jonathan, I..." Jess paused, sounding somewhat embarrassed. She was speaking in whispered tones. "Can you meet me at that bar again?" "Of course. Are you okay?" "I...just meet me there. In half an hour, okay?" Jonathan paused, dread sinking in. "Of course." She hung up the phone, and Jonathan stood there listening to the beeps of the disconnected line, before hanging up him self. Shawn and Eli were both looking at him expectantly. Jonathan ignored them, heading straight for the door. "I've got to go," he said simply, as Shawn and Eli followed him to the door. He pulled out his wallet and handed Eli a twenty dollar note. "Get some pizza for dinner." Then, leaving Shawn and Eli staring open mouthed, Jonathan was out the door.
Right, on with the new chapter...
Jonathan was frustrated. It had taken all the rest of lunch to sort out Harley and his gang, who were now all seated in Feeny's Office, probably turning a deaf ear to every thing Feeny had to say. This only proved to heighten Jonathan's frustration - he'd basically wasted the whole of his spare time for the day sorting out a bunch of thugs who couldn't care less, when all Jon really wanted to do was talk to Jessica, and sort out what was going on with her. The thought of Chet laying his hands on the woman Jon had come to worship caused his heart to sink into his stomach, and shivers to run up his spine. Jonathan had seen what a mess Shawn had been left in after his last encounter with Chet, and he was damned if he'd witness the same with Jessica. Jonathan couldn't help but wonder how life had become so complicated. He'd spent his youth longing to grow up so he could leave his family, and 'get on with life'. Not that he had totally deserted his parents, and after a few years they had come to accept that he did not want to follow in his father's footsteps, and for the most part they were okay with that. Though his mother took every available opportunity to comment that perhaps if he had followed his father, he would now have money and hence a wife - and Mrs Turner would have grandchildren. Jonathan didn't hesitate to point out that she had Shawn, but he could tell this wasn't the same as having her own grandchildren. He also tried to make the point that he hardly wanted a wife who only wanted him for money, but Mrs Turner didn't see this as an issue, causing Jonathan to wonder exactly what had brought his own parents together, shattering his own beliefs about their relationship. The bell indicating the end of the last period for the day rang, and his final class, which happened to be Shawn and Cory's English Lit class, leapt to their feet and raced for the door as if their lives depended upon it. Shawn, however, cautiously approached Jonathan's desk. "Hey, Jon," he said hesitantly, half expecting to get his head bitten off. Jon had been surprising quiet all day, setting the class a reading assignment for the last period, and reclining back in his chair, his brow furrowed, the lines of his face deepening, making him appear many years older than Shawn had ever witnessed. "Hello Shawn," Jonathan replied, a sharp tone to his words. Shawn sat himself down on the corner of Jon's desk and sighed. "What's going on, Jon?" Jonathan looked at his foster son in surprise. It was unlike Shawn to notice anything that didn't directly relate to himself. Then again, Jonathan thought, this did definitely impact on Shawn, not that he knew it. "Nothing Shawn, I'm fine." Jonathan scooped up his books, and stood, wanting to get out of the room before Shawn probed any further. "Jon?" Shawn's voice was full of concern as he observed the slight stoop in Jonathan's posture. Jonathan looked at Shawn. "Do me a favour, Hunter. Appreciate your youth...life only gets worse." Before Shawn could enquire what precisely Jon had meant by this, the older man had left the room.
Jonathan was just about to jump on his motorcycle and head home to mope, when he caught sight of Jessica across the parking lot. Placing his helmet on to the seat of the Harley, he strode across the lot, catching up with Jessica just as she reached her car. "Jessica..." "Can I help you, Mr Tuner?" she said in a cold, crisp tone as she continued to unlock her car, barely giving Jonathan a passing glance. Jonathan sighed. "Look, I am really very sorry about yesterday. I have no idea what came over me." "Very well." Jonathan let out a frustrated groan. "Jess, come on! Talk to me!" Jessica paused, glancing over her shoulder at Jon. " Jonathan, stop placing the weight of the world on your shoulders. This is my problem and I will deal with it on my own. I do not need you interfering." "I am only interfering because I consider you to be one of my friends! I'm worried about you Jess..." "Well, don't. I am quite capable of sorting this out. In fact, I find your supposedly heroic acts insulting. I'm hardly a little girl any more, Jonathan." "Jess...look, okay, fine. But I'm here...if you want anything..." Jessica's face softened, and she smiled gently. "Thank you, Jon. I'll bear that in mind." Then she slid into her car and drove off, leaving Jonathan alone in the car park, staring after her.
Jonathan, though still wound up over the idea of Jess going back to that trailer with Chet, was feeling a little better that she was finally talking to him again, and referring to him as Jonathan rather than Mr Turner. He'd even managed to join Eli and Shawn watching a movie on TV, which thankfully was a rather light hearted comedy, raising Jonathan's mood to something that could almost be considered as acceptable. The phone rang, and Eli leant over the sofa and grabbed the cordless from the coffee table. "Hello, Jonathan's dating agency. He'll accept anything..." Jon shot Eli a nasty look, hoping like all hell it wasn't his mother on the other end. "Oh, hey Jess!" The enthusiasm on Eli's face only served to send Jonathan's mood back into the red. Alan was wrong - Eli would never forgive him if he found out what Jonathan had done. "Yeah, hang on a sec." Eli handed the telephone to Jonathan, a quizzical look on his face. Jonathan gave Eli a long look before accepting the call. "Jess?" Jonathan rose from the sofa, heading for the kitchen in an attempt at some privacy. Fat lot of good that did him as Shawn and Eli were right on his heels. "Jonathan, I..." Jess paused, sounding somewhat embarrassed. She was speaking in whispered tones. "Can you meet me at that bar again?" "Of course. Are you okay?" "I...just meet me there. In half an hour, okay?" Jonathan paused, dread sinking in. "Of course." She hung up the phone, and Jonathan stood there listening to the beeps of the disconnected line, before hanging up him self. Shawn and Eli were both looking at him expectantly. Jonathan ignored them, heading straight for the door. "I've got to go," he said simply, as Shawn and Eli followed him to the door. He pulled out his wallet and handed Eli a twenty dollar note. "Get some pizza for dinner." Then, leaving Shawn and Eli staring open mouthed, Jonathan was out the door.