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 5: A Second Chance
Ring...ring...ring...
"Hello?" Topanga answered into the phone.
"Hey, Topanga?" Cory verified.
"Yeah, it's me. Hi Cory."
"So I was calling about tonight..." Cory began.
"Uh huh." Topanga nodded her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Seven o'clock, right?"
"Yeah. Seven," Cory repeated. "So where do you want to meet? I can pick you up at your building."
"Umm, why don't we meet in the lobby?" Topanga asked. 'Maybe that will help us avoid even more awkwardness,' she thought.
"That sounds good," Cory smiled. "I'll see you soon then."
"Ok. Bye Cory." Topanga hung up the phone and sighed. 'My first date with Cory Matthews in five whole years. Who would've thought?' She walked towards her room to pick out an outfit.
A few hours later, Topanga gazed at her image in the mirror, her mind still on Cory. She knew she hadn't seen him in five years, but he had really changed! She snapped back to reality and finished applying her makeup. Topanga gave her hair a final fluff and walked out of the door.
She was to meet Cory in the lobby of her apartment building, to avoid awkwardness of being with each other in her personal living room. Topanga walked over to a soft couch with striped pillows that complimented the color of the couch fabric. She sat down on the sofa and looked at the clock. It was 6:45. 'Well, he'll be here soon,' Topanga thought nervously. She glanced toward the clock once more and leaned back into the sofa.
*************
Cory stood by the side of the street and waited for the cab he had called for. The taxi driver abruptly pulled the checkered car up onto the curb and Cory hopped in the backseat. He sat down on the comfortable leather seat of the car and put his seatbelt on.
"Where to?" the driver asked the popular question.
"To the apartments at Central Park," Cory answered. "I'll be able to tell you which one it is when we get there."
"Whatever you say," the driver said, and sped away from the curb and down the brightly lit street.
After about ten minutes of racing through the streets of New York, the taxi reached Central Park in record time. Cory pointed to Topanga's building and told the driver to pull up in front of the double doors. "I'll just be a minute. Can you wait?" Cory questioned the driver.
"The meter's running, son," the driver said in reply.
"Okay," Cory said vaguely and walked into the building. Upon entering the lobby, Cory searched the room for Topanga. He saw her relaxing on a cushioned couch near the fireplace. As he walked over to where his date was seated, Cory said, "Hey, Topanga, you look amazing."
"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself, you big lug." They smiled, remembering the last time she had called him that.
"Well," Cory began, jerking the pair out of their sweet reveries. "The taxi is waiting out front to take us to..."
"Yes?" Topanga prompted him.
"The surprise place," Cory finished lamely.
"Come on. You still won't tell me? I really have to wait until we get there?" Topanga whined jokingly.
"Yes, you do. Let's go," Cory told her, hooking her with his arm. They walked out of the door and into the tepid autumn night. When they reached the car, Cory opened the door so that Topanga could step in.
"Where're we going now?" asked the driver. Cory leaned forward and whispered something to him. The cabby nodded and once again sped away from the curb.
*************
After a while, the yellow car came to a stop in front of an elegant Italian restaurant. Cory paid the driver and got out of the car. After helping Topanga out, he gave her his arm and the couple walked into the restaurant.
They were greeted by a maître'd and then led to their table soon after that. The head waiter handed them each a thick menu and informed Cory and Topanga that their waiter would be there shortly to take drink orders.
"Cory, this restaurant is amazing!" Topanga exclaimed when the other man had left the table. "Where did you find it?"
"One of my friends visited New York a couple of times, and he said that if I ever came here, I had to check this place out," Cory explained. "I figured that there was no better time than with you." Topanga smiled at him. "So, what are you going to have?" Cory inquired, changing the subject. "Anything you want. Anything at all."
Topanga looked back at Cory, seeing the double meaning in his words. She glanced at her menu, and back to Cory. "I don't know, she replied. "Everything just sounds so delicious."
"Hello," came another male voice. "I'm Giorgio, and I will be your waiter tonight. Have you been here before?"
"No. We haven't," answered Cory.
"Well, tonight our wine is White Zinfandel. It is a wonderful accompaniment to almost any of the dishes we serve here at Fabian's."
"I'll try the wine. Oh, and a glass of water on the side please," Topanga requested.
"I'll have the same," Cory added.
"Okay, good. Do you need more time to decide what to order?"
"Yes, please," Topanga said. "There's so much to choose from. It all looks so good.
Giorgio smiled. "Yes, that is a popular dilemma. I've felt the same way many times myself. I'll be back in a moment with your drinks. Take as long as you need." He left the table.
"So, do you think that Giorgio is his real name?" Cory grinned.
"Cory," Topanga laughed. "Do you know what you're going to have?"
"No, you keep distracting me from the menu. Maybe the chicken parmagiania."
"I think I'm going to get the pasta primavera," Topanga stated.
"Ooh, that sounds good too," Cory thought aloud.
"What, now you're changing your mind?" Topanga teased him mildly.
"Well, you know me. I really can't make up my mind on things like this," Cory reminded her.
"Yeah, so I see," she laughed.
They were interrupted by the clink of wine glasses. Giorgio had the wine in his hand, and began to pour it into each of their glasses. "So, are we ready to place our orders now?" he asked kindly.
"Well, I'm going to have the pasta primavera," began Topanga.
"Ah, an excellent choice. One of the chef's specialties. And would you like that to come with soup or salad?" Giorgio asked.
"Um, I think I'll have a salad. What kind of dressings do you have?"
"We have Italian, Ranch, Thousand Island, French, and our own special House dressings," Giorgio listed.
"I'm going to go with the House dressing please," Topanga said decisively.
Giorgio turned to Cory. "And you, sir?"
"Chicken parmagiania. With a salad please," Cory recited.
"Also a good choice. What kind of dressing would you like on your salad?" Giorgio asked Cory.
"Italian, please," Cory said, handing the waiter his menu.
"Alright then, I'll be back with your orders soon," Giorgio said, and with that, he left the table.
"So," began Topanga, "earlier today, you asked me about Shaun and Angela. What was all that about?"
"I didn't know if they visited you or not. One day, a little while ago, they both went on a mysterious trip. Nobody would tell me where they went either," Cory recalled.
"Oh, and you thought that they wouldn't tell you because they didn't want you to know that they were visiting me," Topanga realized.
"Yeah, it made sense to me. And when they came back, they didn't tell me where they had gone," Cory told her.
"Nope, I haven't seen either of them in person since I left Philadelphia," established Topanga.
"Okay. Enough about Shawn and Angela. Now we can talk about us," Cory stated forwardly.
"What about us?" asked Topanga. "I really don't want to drag up the past. There're too many bad memories. I just want to enjoy the fact that I'm here with you now." She smiled.
"Us now," Cory mused. He smiled back at her, taking her hand in his own. Sounds good to me."
"Me too," Topanga whispered. She leaned toward him and their lips met.
When the kiss ended, Cory repeated, "Yeah. Good."
"Okay," Giorgio's voice cut in. "Pasta primavera for you," he said handing the plate to Topanga. "And," continued, "Chicken parmagiana for you."
"Thank you very much," the couple said.
"No problemo," he grinned. "Careful though, they're hot. I'll be around later if anyone needs anything," he finished and left the table.
Cory and Topanga began to eat their food, their minds racing with what had just happened between them.
*************
Cory and Topanga walked out of the restaurant arm in arm, and began to stroll down the street. They walked quietly for a few minutes, until Topanga broke the silence. "So that was nice. I mean, it was wonderful," she said softly.
"It was," Cory agreed. "Let's take a quick walk through the park, and then I'll take you home," he told her.
"Alright," Topanga said.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the front door of Topanga's building. "Well," she said, "this is my stop."
"I know." Their eyes locked. "So, I'll call you again tomorrow, we can do something again?" he asked.
"Okay," she said. Cory kissed her once again. "Goodnight," she whispered to him.
"Goodnight," Cory repeated as she walked inside. He turned back to the street and hailed a taxi.
Forgotten Love
Chapter 5: A Second Chance
Ring...ring...ring...
"Hello?" Topanga answered into the phone.
"Hey, Topanga?" Cory verified.
"Yeah, it's me. Hi Cory."
"So I was calling about tonight..." Cory began.
"Uh huh." Topanga nodded her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Seven o'clock, right?"
"Yeah. Seven," Cory repeated. "So where do you want to meet? I can pick you up at your building."
"Umm, why don't we meet in the lobby?" Topanga asked. 'Maybe that will help us avoid even more awkwardness,' she thought.
"That sounds good," Cory smiled. "I'll see you soon then."
"Ok. Bye Cory." Topanga hung up the phone and sighed. 'My first date with Cory Matthews in five whole years. Who would've thought?' She walked towards her room to pick out an outfit.
A few hours later, Topanga gazed at her image in the mirror, her mind still on Cory. She knew she hadn't seen him in five years, but he had really changed! She snapped back to reality and finished applying her makeup. Topanga gave her hair a final fluff and walked out of the door.
She was to meet Cory in the lobby of her apartment building, to avoid awkwardness of being with each other in her personal living room. Topanga walked over to a soft couch with striped pillows that complimented the color of the couch fabric. She sat down on the sofa and looked at the clock. It was 6:45. 'Well, he'll be here soon,' Topanga thought nervously. She glanced toward the clock once more and leaned back into the sofa.
*************
Cory stood by the side of the street and waited for the cab he had called for. The taxi driver abruptly pulled the checkered car up onto the curb and Cory hopped in the backseat. He sat down on the comfortable leather seat of the car and put his seatbelt on.
"Where to?" the driver asked the popular question.
"To the apartments at Central Park," Cory answered. "I'll be able to tell you which one it is when we get there."
"Whatever you say," the driver said, and sped away from the curb and down the brightly lit street.
After about ten minutes of racing through the streets of New York, the taxi reached Central Park in record time. Cory pointed to Topanga's building and told the driver to pull up in front of the double doors. "I'll just be a minute. Can you wait?" Cory questioned the driver.
"The meter's running, son," the driver said in reply.
"Okay," Cory said vaguely and walked into the building. Upon entering the lobby, Cory searched the room for Topanga. He saw her relaxing on a cushioned couch near the fireplace. As he walked over to where his date was seated, Cory said, "Hey, Topanga, you look amazing."
"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself, you big lug." They smiled, remembering the last time she had called him that.
"Well," Cory began, jerking the pair out of their sweet reveries. "The taxi is waiting out front to take us to..."
"Yes?" Topanga prompted him.
"The surprise place," Cory finished lamely.
"Come on. You still won't tell me? I really have to wait until we get there?" Topanga whined jokingly.
"Yes, you do. Let's go," Cory told her, hooking her with his arm. They walked out of the door and into the tepid autumn night. When they reached the car, Cory opened the door so that Topanga could step in.
"Where're we going now?" asked the driver. Cory leaned forward and whispered something to him. The cabby nodded and once again sped away from the curb.
*************
After a while, the yellow car came to a stop in front of an elegant Italian restaurant. Cory paid the driver and got out of the car. After helping Topanga out, he gave her his arm and the couple walked into the restaurant.
They were greeted by a maître'd and then led to their table soon after that. The head waiter handed them each a thick menu and informed Cory and Topanga that their waiter would be there shortly to take drink orders.
"Cory, this restaurant is amazing!" Topanga exclaimed when the other man had left the table. "Where did you find it?"
"One of my friends visited New York a couple of times, and he said that if I ever came here, I had to check this place out," Cory explained. "I figured that there was no better time than with you." Topanga smiled at him. "So, what are you going to have?" Cory inquired, changing the subject. "Anything you want. Anything at all."
Topanga looked back at Cory, seeing the double meaning in his words. She glanced at her menu, and back to Cory. "I don't know, she replied. "Everything just sounds so delicious."
"Hello," came another male voice. "I'm Giorgio, and I will be your waiter tonight. Have you been here before?"
"No. We haven't," answered Cory.
"Well, tonight our wine is White Zinfandel. It is a wonderful accompaniment to almost any of the dishes we serve here at Fabian's."
"I'll try the wine. Oh, and a glass of water on the side please," Topanga requested.
"I'll have the same," Cory added.
"Okay, good. Do you need more time to decide what to order?"
"Yes, please," Topanga said. "There's so much to choose from. It all looks so good.
Giorgio smiled. "Yes, that is a popular dilemma. I've felt the same way many times myself. I'll be back in a moment with your drinks. Take as long as you need." He left the table.
"So, do you think that Giorgio is his real name?" Cory grinned.
"Cory," Topanga laughed. "Do you know what you're going to have?"
"No, you keep distracting me from the menu. Maybe the chicken parmagiania."
"I think I'm going to get the pasta primavera," Topanga stated.
"Ooh, that sounds good too," Cory thought aloud.
"What, now you're changing your mind?" Topanga teased him mildly.
"Well, you know me. I really can't make up my mind on things like this," Cory reminded her.
"Yeah, so I see," she laughed.
They were interrupted by the clink of wine glasses. Giorgio had the wine in his hand, and began to pour it into each of their glasses. "So, are we ready to place our orders now?" he asked kindly.
"Well, I'm going to have the pasta primavera," began Topanga.
"Ah, an excellent choice. One of the chef's specialties. And would you like that to come with soup or salad?" Giorgio asked.
"Um, I think I'll have a salad. What kind of dressings do you have?"
"We have Italian, Ranch, Thousand Island, French, and our own special House dressings," Giorgio listed.
"I'm going to go with the House dressing please," Topanga said decisively.
Giorgio turned to Cory. "And you, sir?"
"Chicken parmagiania. With a salad please," Cory recited.
"Also a good choice. What kind of dressing would you like on your salad?" Giorgio asked Cory.
"Italian, please," Cory said, handing the waiter his menu.
"Alright then, I'll be back with your orders soon," Giorgio said, and with that, he left the table.
"So," began Topanga, "earlier today, you asked me about Shaun and Angela. What was all that about?"
"I didn't know if they visited you or not. One day, a little while ago, they both went on a mysterious trip. Nobody would tell me where they went either," Cory recalled.
"Oh, and you thought that they wouldn't tell you because they didn't want you to know that they were visiting me," Topanga realized.
"Yeah, it made sense to me. And when they came back, they didn't tell me where they had gone," Cory told her.
"Nope, I haven't seen either of them in person since I left Philadelphia," established Topanga.
"Okay. Enough about Shawn and Angela. Now we can talk about us," Cory stated forwardly.
"What about us?" asked Topanga. "I really don't want to drag up the past. There're too many bad memories. I just want to enjoy the fact that I'm here with you now." She smiled.
"Us now," Cory mused. He smiled back at her, taking her hand in his own. Sounds good to me."
"Me too," Topanga whispered. She leaned toward him and their lips met.
When the kiss ended, Cory repeated, "Yeah. Good."
"Okay," Giorgio's voice cut in. "Pasta primavera for you," he said handing the plate to Topanga. "And," continued, "Chicken parmagiana for you."
"Thank you very much," the couple said.
"No problemo," he grinned. "Careful though, they're hot. I'll be around later if anyone needs anything," he finished and left the table.
Cory and Topanga began to eat their food, their minds racing with what had just happened between them.
*************
Cory and Topanga walked out of the restaurant arm in arm, and began to stroll down the street. They walked quietly for a few minutes, until Topanga broke the silence. "So that was nice. I mean, it was wonderful," she said softly.
"It was," Cory agreed. "Let's take a quick walk through the park, and then I'll take you home," he told her.
"Alright," Topanga said.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the front door of Topanga's building. "Well," she said, "this is my stop."
"I know." Their eyes locked. "So, I'll call you again tomorrow, we can do something again?" he asked.
"Okay," she said. Cory kissed her once again. "Goodnight," she whispered to him.
"Goodnight," Cory repeated as she walked inside. He turned back to the street and hailed a taxi.