Ok guys, here you go
Lilmisswriter: Thanks again, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. I'm starting with the Topanga storyline though, so don't be discouraged
Wrrrrrrite-Oh, don't worry about rushing me, your not. It's wonderful to get your reviews so quickly; they really do help me know where to go with the storyline.
Disclaimer: I don't own BMW, Drum's PA, or the Beech Mountain Ski Lodge. Lauren's parental units on the other hand are mine all mine!!
Dinner was going great. Topanga was really surprising herself; the fact that she could have a good time with a guy who wasn't Cory was something she'd never really considered.
His name was Ricky, and she'd met him just a few days before at the local art museum. She had been with Angela, touring the traveling Van Goh exhibit the museum was hosting, and had run into him. He remembered her from years before, apparently she'd "changed his life" when they were kids by beaning him with a baseball, causing him to switch his focus from sports to art. He was now an art student at a local college. He'd asked her out, and though she had at first been reluctant to say yes, not being sure if she was ready, Angela had convinced her to go for it. "Cory's moved on honey, and so should you. I hate to say it, but it's just the facts." So she had agreed, and here she was, talking art, politics, and life with a handsome older man at a quaint little bistro.
"So Topanga, what do you plan to do with your life?" Rickey asked, smiling sweetly and staring directly into her eyes. Even without the curls, he'd recognized Topanga right away. She had one of those faces you don't easily forget, and that particular face had changed his life to boot. It was so good to see her again, and she had looked so beautiful, just like he remembered. He'd had a crush on her even back then, but she'd been all googly eyed for some dorky brillo-haired kid. He had no idea what had happened with that, he was just glad that now he had a shot.
"Well, I think I'm going to major in pre-law. The law excites me, I would love to get into environmental law in particular, I used to be quite the little activist."
"You know, I think I do recall something about that. Didn't you refuse to put on your baseball glove that day till the referee proved to you it was made of synthetic material?"
Topanga laughed at the memory that Ricky had recalled, "I think I did! I was quite passionate about those sorts of things back then. Once in junior high I got a bunch of my friends to join me in chaining ourselves to the lockers, blocking the front doors of the school to protest what I felt was the unfair termination of our school librarian. Another time, I wore a toga to class and exchanged my desk for a floor pillow to express my inner goddess."
"I have also been known to participate in a few protests in my time. A couple of years ago some friends and I picketed a downtown art gallery for refusing to display the work of local artists. So, do you still do anything like that? "
Topanga thought about it for a second, and realized with surprise that she really didn't. "No, I guess not", she was forced to tell him "and I don't think I even realized it until just now."
"Why'd you quit?"
"I'm not really sure, I think my focus just shifted. I started dating someone seriously; I got really involved in school and academics, things just changed. Then about a year ago my parents moved away and I stayed here with my Aunt Prudence so I could finish school with my friends. She's never been as passionate as they are about those types of things, and without their influence, well I guess I just got away from it all."
"So now you want to major in pre-law so you can once again become passionate about the environment and our world?"
"Yea, I guess so."
"Well, I think that's awesome. Topanga, you're a wonderful girl, and I am so glad I've gotten this chance to get to know you better. Do you think I might have another?"
Topanga smiled. She'd been having a great time with Rickey, he was so smart and funny and sweet. "Well." she started to say, but he never gave her a chance to finish. Before Topanga had two words out of her mouth, Rickey reached across the table and kissed her, a sweet, soft, lingering kiss, that took her completely by surprise.
"Hit me baby one more time!" Cory sang along to his favorite guilty pleasure, completely off-key and oblivious to the world. He was almost to Drums, and was getting more and more excited about seeing Lauren, while at the same time more and more anxious about meeting her family. He'd called her again from a diner earlier that day when he'd stopped to get a bite to eat. She told him that everything was ready to go, and that her family was expecting him at 6 o'clock sharp. It was 4:15 now, and so he figured he'd have just enough time to get to his hotel, check in and change before he had to go out again. "At least" he thought, "It's only parents I have to meet. No angry big brothers to deal with anyway."
Lauren was an only child, apparently her parents had been trying for years before they got pregnant with her, and by the time she came along they were both older and not inclined to try again. "Only an hour and forty-five minutes to go till I see my girl and meet my doom" he considered darkly. "One night, that's all, and then Lauren and I will have the rest of the week all to ourselves. Besides, I'm a likeable enough person, aren't I? Why shouldn't they like me? Their daughter does, and I'm a good student with a future ahead of him." Then, "Oh who am I kidding!? They're going to hate me! I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I'm an interloper, a daughter thief! I bet they know all about how Lauren and I hooked up, they probably think I'm going to do the same thing to her."
Welcome To Drums, PA. Pop. 10,000. Home of the Beech Mountain Ski Lodge and Resort. Come and Enjoy our hospitality! Read the latest Road Sign, and Cory realized with a start that he had arrived. He could see the town ahead of him, and the ski lodge up on the ridge to his right. At this time of year they had to pump in mostly artificial snow to keep it going. "Well not much longer now." He drove on into town to his hotel, where he checked in and prepared for the encounter.
It was time. Cory's palms were sweating as he parked the car on her street. He got out slowly and looked up at her home. He was facing a modest yellow house on a tiny side street, with a rose garden tucked in beside the porch. Gathering his courage, he took one more deep breath and then proceeded to the front door.
"He's here!" Lauren called out from her parent's upstairs bedroom window, which faced the street. She'd been hanging around there, waiting for Cory to arrive. As soon as she saw his brother's car pull up she rushed downstairs and into the kitchen, where her parents were sitting watching T.V. "Now be nice you two! Cory's a great guy, and I really want you to all get along."
"Lor," her father replied "Your 18 years old now, old enough to make your own decisions. It doesn't matter what we think of this boy."
"No, it has nothing to do with us." Her mother chimed in "I don't know anything about this boy or his family and I'm not the one who has to deal with him. You'll learn one of these days, a man who would put you in a situation where you got hurt the way you did is not someone I'd want to associate with. Still, your father is right, you live your own life."
"Mom, I've told you a dozen times it was an accident, and besides, Cory had nothing to do with it!"
"He took you to that restaurant, didn't he?"
"Yes, but he had no idea this would happen!" Lauren restorted, holding up her still plaster encased right wrist. She would have to wear the cast for about another 3 weeks. Her mother had been horrified when Lauren had come back from the road trip that she had been dying to forbid with a broken wrist. "She's never going to let me live this one down." Lauren thought, "I know her. She'll always think that this never would have happened if I was with Zack." Zack was the guy Lauren's mom wanted her to be with. His family and hers had been friends for years, but Lauren and Zack barely tolerated each other. That didn't stop her mother from constantly trying to hook them up unfortunately. A very passive-aggressive person, her mother. That was what Lauren had been hiding from Cory. She was scared to death of what her mother would say to him during this dinner. Her father would be cool she knew, but her mom was another story entirely.
Finally the knock Lauren had been anticipating sounded. Cory was ready to be let into her madhouse. "Lord, please let this work out ok." She silently prayed, before going in to answer the door.
I'm sorry!!! I swear it was not originally my intent to leave you with another double cliffhanger, but this chapter is finished and there's not much I can do when a chapter feels perfectly finished to me but let it be and start the next one. I PROMISE to have chapter 12 up soon and end the suspense. Please feel free to give suggestions as to how you'd like to see these cliffhangers resolved. I have a general idea of what I might want to do, but nothing is set in stone. So please, Review!
Lilmisswriter: Thanks again, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. I'm starting with the Topanga storyline though, so don't be discouraged
Wrrrrrrite-Oh, don't worry about rushing me, your not. It's wonderful to get your reviews so quickly; they really do help me know where to go with the storyline.
Disclaimer: I don't own BMW, Drum's PA, or the Beech Mountain Ski Lodge. Lauren's parental units on the other hand are mine all mine!!
Dinner was going great. Topanga was really surprising herself; the fact that she could have a good time with a guy who wasn't Cory was something she'd never really considered.
His name was Ricky, and she'd met him just a few days before at the local art museum. She had been with Angela, touring the traveling Van Goh exhibit the museum was hosting, and had run into him. He remembered her from years before, apparently she'd "changed his life" when they were kids by beaning him with a baseball, causing him to switch his focus from sports to art. He was now an art student at a local college. He'd asked her out, and though she had at first been reluctant to say yes, not being sure if she was ready, Angela had convinced her to go for it. "Cory's moved on honey, and so should you. I hate to say it, but it's just the facts." So she had agreed, and here she was, talking art, politics, and life with a handsome older man at a quaint little bistro.
"So Topanga, what do you plan to do with your life?" Rickey asked, smiling sweetly and staring directly into her eyes. Even without the curls, he'd recognized Topanga right away. She had one of those faces you don't easily forget, and that particular face had changed his life to boot. It was so good to see her again, and she had looked so beautiful, just like he remembered. He'd had a crush on her even back then, but she'd been all googly eyed for some dorky brillo-haired kid. He had no idea what had happened with that, he was just glad that now he had a shot.
"Well, I think I'm going to major in pre-law. The law excites me, I would love to get into environmental law in particular, I used to be quite the little activist."
"You know, I think I do recall something about that. Didn't you refuse to put on your baseball glove that day till the referee proved to you it was made of synthetic material?"
Topanga laughed at the memory that Ricky had recalled, "I think I did! I was quite passionate about those sorts of things back then. Once in junior high I got a bunch of my friends to join me in chaining ourselves to the lockers, blocking the front doors of the school to protest what I felt was the unfair termination of our school librarian. Another time, I wore a toga to class and exchanged my desk for a floor pillow to express my inner goddess."
"I have also been known to participate in a few protests in my time. A couple of years ago some friends and I picketed a downtown art gallery for refusing to display the work of local artists. So, do you still do anything like that? "
Topanga thought about it for a second, and realized with surprise that she really didn't. "No, I guess not", she was forced to tell him "and I don't think I even realized it until just now."
"Why'd you quit?"
"I'm not really sure, I think my focus just shifted. I started dating someone seriously; I got really involved in school and academics, things just changed. Then about a year ago my parents moved away and I stayed here with my Aunt Prudence so I could finish school with my friends. She's never been as passionate as they are about those types of things, and without their influence, well I guess I just got away from it all."
"So now you want to major in pre-law so you can once again become passionate about the environment and our world?"
"Yea, I guess so."
"Well, I think that's awesome. Topanga, you're a wonderful girl, and I am so glad I've gotten this chance to get to know you better. Do you think I might have another?"
Topanga smiled. She'd been having a great time with Rickey, he was so smart and funny and sweet. "Well." she started to say, but he never gave her a chance to finish. Before Topanga had two words out of her mouth, Rickey reached across the table and kissed her, a sweet, soft, lingering kiss, that took her completely by surprise.
"Hit me baby one more time!" Cory sang along to his favorite guilty pleasure, completely off-key and oblivious to the world. He was almost to Drums, and was getting more and more excited about seeing Lauren, while at the same time more and more anxious about meeting her family. He'd called her again from a diner earlier that day when he'd stopped to get a bite to eat. She told him that everything was ready to go, and that her family was expecting him at 6 o'clock sharp. It was 4:15 now, and so he figured he'd have just enough time to get to his hotel, check in and change before he had to go out again. "At least" he thought, "It's only parents I have to meet. No angry big brothers to deal with anyway."
Lauren was an only child, apparently her parents had been trying for years before they got pregnant with her, and by the time she came along they were both older and not inclined to try again. "Only an hour and forty-five minutes to go till I see my girl and meet my doom" he considered darkly. "One night, that's all, and then Lauren and I will have the rest of the week all to ourselves. Besides, I'm a likeable enough person, aren't I? Why shouldn't they like me? Their daughter does, and I'm a good student with a future ahead of him." Then, "Oh who am I kidding!? They're going to hate me! I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I'm an interloper, a daughter thief! I bet they know all about how Lauren and I hooked up, they probably think I'm going to do the same thing to her."
Welcome To Drums, PA. Pop. 10,000. Home of the Beech Mountain Ski Lodge and Resort. Come and Enjoy our hospitality! Read the latest Road Sign, and Cory realized with a start that he had arrived. He could see the town ahead of him, and the ski lodge up on the ridge to his right. At this time of year they had to pump in mostly artificial snow to keep it going. "Well not much longer now." He drove on into town to his hotel, where he checked in and prepared for the encounter.
It was time. Cory's palms were sweating as he parked the car on her street. He got out slowly and looked up at her home. He was facing a modest yellow house on a tiny side street, with a rose garden tucked in beside the porch. Gathering his courage, he took one more deep breath and then proceeded to the front door.
"He's here!" Lauren called out from her parent's upstairs bedroom window, which faced the street. She'd been hanging around there, waiting for Cory to arrive. As soon as she saw his brother's car pull up she rushed downstairs and into the kitchen, where her parents were sitting watching T.V. "Now be nice you two! Cory's a great guy, and I really want you to all get along."
"Lor," her father replied "Your 18 years old now, old enough to make your own decisions. It doesn't matter what we think of this boy."
"No, it has nothing to do with us." Her mother chimed in "I don't know anything about this boy or his family and I'm not the one who has to deal with him. You'll learn one of these days, a man who would put you in a situation where you got hurt the way you did is not someone I'd want to associate with. Still, your father is right, you live your own life."
"Mom, I've told you a dozen times it was an accident, and besides, Cory had nothing to do with it!"
"He took you to that restaurant, didn't he?"
"Yes, but he had no idea this would happen!" Lauren restorted, holding up her still plaster encased right wrist. She would have to wear the cast for about another 3 weeks. Her mother had been horrified when Lauren had come back from the road trip that she had been dying to forbid with a broken wrist. "She's never going to let me live this one down." Lauren thought, "I know her. She'll always think that this never would have happened if I was with Zack." Zack was the guy Lauren's mom wanted her to be with. His family and hers had been friends for years, but Lauren and Zack barely tolerated each other. That didn't stop her mother from constantly trying to hook them up unfortunately. A very passive-aggressive person, her mother. That was what Lauren had been hiding from Cory. She was scared to death of what her mother would say to him during this dinner. Her father would be cool she knew, but her mom was another story entirely.
Finally the knock Lauren had been anticipating sounded. Cory was ready to be let into her madhouse. "Lord, please let this work out ok." She silently prayed, before going in to answer the door.
I'm sorry!!! I swear it was not originally my intent to leave you with another double cliffhanger, but this chapter is finished and there's not much I can do when a chapter feels perfectly finished to me but let it be and start the next one. I PROMISE to have chapter 12 up soon and end the suspense. Please feel free to give suggestions as to how you'd like to see these cliffhangers resolved. I have a general idea of what I might want to do, but nothing is set in stone. So please, Review!