Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Boy Meets World. I take absolutely no credit for making up the characters in the original show. I just felt like writing a story about a couple of them, ok? Ok, now that we all understand... **midnight sun**
Forgotten Love
Chapter 2: The Meeting
Cory stepped out of his modest hotel room and onto the small balcony overlooking New York. He stood there for a moment, watching the glowing orange sun set over the magnificent skyline, into the light mist hanging over the buildings. Cory scanned the rooftops, not looking for anything in particular, just trying to keep his thoughts at bay. He couldn't stop thinking back to that awful night when he had left Topanga. Remembering the way she had just stood there, stunned and crying, hurt him more than he could bear. Cory wished that he could have that day back; maybe then things would be different. Would he and Topanga still be together? Married? He could never know for sure. For a while, Cory just stood there, frozen in pain by the regrets piercing his heart.
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Topanga rushed out of her office complex into the parking lot. It was nearly 7:30, and she had gotten so caught up in her work that she never noticed the time. Now she was late and her date would think that she was standing him up. 'It's not like it matters that much,' Topanga thought to herself. After all, it was only a blind date. She didn't even know the guy, and still couldn't believe that she had let Amy talk her into the date. Topanga glanced at her watch as she got into her car. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I'm already half an hour late!' Amy was going to kill her tomorrow at work if she missed this date completely. The guy, John, was one of Amy's closest friends, and Amy had really hoped it would work. Topanga continued down the nearly empty street, picking up the pace just a little.
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Cory went back into his hotel room, got his coat, and walked out the door of room number 21. He left the hotel lobby, and went out into the fresh, crisp air of autumn. Walking down the street, Cory still couldn't get the past out of his mind. He decided to take a break for some coffee, and ducked into the nearest place, Rosie's Café.
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At a red light, Topanga reached into her glove compartment and grabbed a small scrap of paper. She held it in front of her and read,
Rosie's Café: 7 pm
His name is John, he's got dark
brown hair and will probably
be wearing a black overcoat from
work. Don't you dare be late, Topanga!
Amy
'Well, there goes the part about not being late,' Topanga thought. 'At least Rosie's is just a couple more blocks away.' Topanga put her foot on the gas pedal and drove further down the street.
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Cory walked up to the counter in Rosie's Café and looked at the hanging menu.
"What'll it be, sir?" asked the white-haired man behind the counter.
"Um, just a decaf please," Cory replied.
"That'll be two fifty," the man stated as he poured the coffee. Cory handed him the money. "Outta three?" the older man said. "Fifty cents is your change. Have a nice night."
"You too," Cory mumbled vaguely, as he walked away from the counter. He took a small table next to the window and had a sip of his steaming coffee.
*************
Topanga hurriedly parked her car on a side street near Rosie's Café, and rushed inside. She didn't see anyone by Amy's description that was sitting alone. John had probably already left, thinking that she wasn't going to be there, Topanga thought. She scanned the café once more, but still didn't see him. But... there was someone very familiar looking sitting across the room. Their eyes locked, then widened in surprise. 'Oh my God, is that who I think it is?' Topanga asked herself.
Forgotten Love
Chapter 2: The Meeting
Cory stepped out of his modest hotel room and onto the small balcony overlooking New York. He stood there for a moment, watching the glowing orange sun set over the magnificent skyline, into the light mist hanging over the buildings. Cory scanned the rooftops, not looking for anything in particular, just trying to keep his thoughts at bay. He couldn't stop thinking back to that awful night when he had left Topanga. Remembering the way she had just stood there, stunned and crying, hurt him more than he could bear. Cory wished that he could have that day back; maybe then things would be different. Would he and Topanga still be together? Married? He could never know for sure. For a while, Cory just stood there, frozen in pain by the regrets piercing his heart.
*************
Topanga rushed out of her office complex into the parking lot. It was nearly 7:30, and she had gotten so caught up in her work that she never noticed the time. Now she was late and her date would think that she was standing him up. 'It's not like it matters that much,' Topanga thought to herself. After all, it was only a blind date. She didn't even know the guy, and still couldn't believe that she had let Amy talk her into the date. Topanga glanced at her watch as she got into her car. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I'm already half an hour late!' Amy was going to kill her tomorrow at work if she missed this date completely. The guy, John, was one of Amy's closest friends, and Amy had really hoped it would work. Topanga continued down the nearly empty street, picking up the pace just a little.
*************
Cory went back into his hotel room, got his coat, and walked out the door of room number 21. He left the hotel lobby, and went out into the fresh, crisp air of autumn. Walking down the street, Cory still couldn't get the past out of his mind. He decided to take a break for some coffee, and ducked into the nearest place, Rosie's Café.
*************
At a red light, Topanga reached into her glove compartment and grabbed a small scrap of paper. She held it in front of her and read,
Rosie's Café: 7 pm
His name is John, he's got dark
brown hair and will probably
be wearing a black overcoat from
work. Don't you dare be late, Topanga!
Amy
'Well, there goes the part about not being late,' Topanga thought. 'At least Rosie's is just a couple more blocks away.' Topanga put her foot on the gas pedal and drove further down the street.
*************
Cory walked up to the counter in Rosie's Café and looked at the hanging menu.
"What'll it be, sir?" asked the white-haired man behind the counter.
"Um, just a decaf please," Cory replied.
"That'll be two fifty," the man stated as he poured the coffee. Cory handed him the money. "Outta three?" the older man said. "Fifty cents is your change. Have a nice night."
"You too," Cory mumbled vaguely, as he walked away from the counter. He took a small table next to the window and had a sip of his steaming coffee.
*************
Topanga hurriedly parked her car on a side street near Rosie's Café, and rushed inside. She didn't see anyone by Amy's description that was sitting alone. John had probably already left, thinking that she wasn't going to be there, Topanga thought. She scanned the café once more, but still didn't see him. But... there was someone very familiar looking sitting across the room. Their eyes locked, then widened in surprise. 'Oh my God, is that who I think it is?' Topanga asked herself.