"Topanga, c'mon! Where are you gonna go?"

"Oh, I'm not the one that's leaving."

"C'mon Topanga! You can't just throw me out like that! Where am I gonna stay?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can stay with Shawn. YOU'RE LOVER!"

"I'm not leaving, Topanga."

"Here, let me help you!"

"Topanga, where are you going? Topanga? Topanga!"

Topanga walked briskly to the bedroom. Cory watched in awe she went straight to the closet, and pulled out his duffel bag. She then walked to the dresser, and threw everything that was Cory's into the duffle. She then roughly zipped it up, and threw it at him.

" There. You're packed. Now GET OUT!"

"Fine. I'm outta here!"

"Then GO!"

They walked down the hall. They stopped in the living room, and stared at Shawn.

"Don't get mad at me! I only ate the popcorn because you left it out here!"

"C'mon, Shawn!" yelled Cory as he left the apartment.

"Right behind ya, Cory. I'm really sorry about all of this, Topanga."

"Me too," replied Topanga coldly.

Shawn glanced back, looking softly at the obviously angry Topanga. He slowly closed the door behind himself, leaving Topanga to her lonesome.

Topanga had no clue what to do now, but sit and cry.

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"Cory, it's been a week since the fight. Don't you think you should call Topanga?"

"No. If she wants to make up, she'll call me."

"Cory, you've done nothing but stay home and watch Spanish soap operas all week. I think it's time for you to go crawling back to the wife."

"No quiero."

"Cory, please. I hate being in the middle of you two. Angela's over there right now. Why don't you and I go over and talk it out with them?"

"No, Shawn. I'm not ready to talk it out with anyone, especially not with her!"

"Cory, stop being stubborn. I know for a fact that Topanga misses you just as much as you miss her. I'm starting to worry about you, Cory."

"Don't. It's her we should worry about."

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"Shawn's talking to him right now, Topanga. PLEASE call him!" Angela pleaded with her friend.

"Why Angela? So that he can put me second to Shawn, like he always has? I can't let him come back until I know that's he changed, and right now, he hasn't. Oh..."

"Topanga? What's the matter? Topanga? Topanga!"

"Where's my purse?" asked Topanga through the convulsions.

"It's over there, honey. I'll get it for you."

"Pour me some juice, please..."

"Anything you need, honey."

Topanga pulled some candy out of her purse and ate it quickly. Still shaky, she drank the juice that Angela poured her.

"Topanga, what was that?"

"Oh, it's just hormones. I'll be fine."

"Topanga, let me take you to a doctor..."

"NO! I SAID I'LL BE FINE!"

Angela looked in horror at the look in Topanga's face. The look in Topanga's eyes was like that of a rabid dog looking for a bite. Then, right before Angela's eyes Topanga transformed into herself again.

"Oh gosh, Angela, I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened. It just..."

"It's okay, honey. I understand. Just let me take you to a doctor..."

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"Cory! We've been having this conversation all day! JUST CALL HER..."

Shawn was interrupted by Angela's key opening the door. The look on Angela's face was somber.

"Angela? Are you okay?" Shawn asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Um, Cory, Topanga's here to see you."

Topanga entered the apartment, her sad eyes set on Cory.

"Shawn, let's leave them alone a while. They have a lot to talk about."

"Okay. We'll be upstairs if you need us."

Cory and Topanga's eyes never left each other. In each other's eyes, they saw a mixture of emotions.

"So, you've finally decided to apologize?" asked Cory, in a cocky yet angry tone.

"Actually, I have some bad news."

"And what can be worse than "get out"?" asked Cory, in his same snotty tone.

"I'm pregnant."