Shawn, Cory, Topanga, and Eric took a long, deep breath before Cory touched the knob.
"Topanga, get out the camera, this is the very first time that we are opening a home that is to be ours for the next three years."
"Cory, honey, it isn't the first time, we had an apartment at Penn Brook."
"Yes, but the difference there was that we would be staying there for the next four years-not three."
Topanga signed while shaking her head. "Just open the door, if we don't Eric is going to explode." Shawn, Cory, and Topanga turned their heads to look at Eric; he was jumping up and down singing his own version of Happy Times. His legs were crossed as he started to spin in circles, continuing to sing. He had needed to go since they had left Philadelphia but Eric said that he would hold it until they had Reached New York. A twenty something woman walked by the four looking at Eric.
"Hello," He said simply and continued to sing staring after her. "I like her," he said childishly.
"You may be crazy about her but I hardly doubt that you are on the top of her dating list," Shawn smirked.
Topanga, annoyed with Cory's waiting, used her own hand to turn her husbands, which was on the knob. The door opened to a small, dark apartment. She flipped the light switch to find her new apartment everything she had wanted it to be. A small kitchenette was in front of them against the wall. It contained a standard size refrigerator, a stove, and a small dining bar with two bar chairs. Everything about the kitchen seemed as if it was made for a college student. The fridge was white, the counters black and the chairs an odd shade of green. Opposite of the kitchen was the living room, complete with an old, brown couch and side table. To the left of the door was a wooden desk that had been painted a shade of cream. Next to the kitchen, and farthest from the door was the dining area, with a blue, circular table, and four chairs. Around the room lay miscellaneous broken lamps and bulbs. There was a door next to the desk that led to the bedroom and one near the dining area that led to the apartment next door.
Shawn and Eric took a minute to look around before walking past the blue table and through the door. Cory put down the duffle bags that he had been carrying and followed Topanga as she followed Eric. In the next apartment was the same layout only different furniture. There was no desk but instead two lounge chairs next to a bookshelf with a few old books in it. The couch was a darker shade of gray but not quite black. On it laid an old blanket and two multi colored pillows. The fridge was gray and the counters brown. The bar had three chairs around it but one had unequal legs and wobbled when they touched it. Eric dropped the bags, ran into the bedroom, past the bed and to the bathroom. Shawn followed to find two twin beds neatly made in plaid sheets. There was a bedside table on each side of the beds each with a lamp on it. Shawn switched on the light and opened the blinds to find himself looking over the city. I should probably say that he wasn't looking over the city but at it. In front of the window was a large brick building only separated by an ally.
Eric came out of the bathroom looking relieved. He sighed and said, "welcome home Eric Mathews, your life is going to rely on this place for the next two years."