"The Fugitive"
Author's note: Thanks to everyone for reviewing. No I won't use just the first two seasons. I plan on this being a long going project. So as the seasons come out on DVD then more stories will come! If you like my stories then you should read my other ones. Something happened to my old name. My other stories are: "Rusty Needs A Woman" it's an "Ocean's 11" Story (Slash) "Only Love" is a "Lord Of the Rings" story. (Also slash) and "Till there was you" a "Friends" Story (Not slash, Chandler and Rachel pairing) So check them out!
Disclaimer: I do not own BMW or the dialogue in this story. So yeah, same person wrote this episode.
I went too far this time. I screwed up. I didn't mean too. I don't know why I did it. It's something with me. I once told Cory that is was some personality thing with me. But that was messing up Minkius's hamburger, not this. Nothing I have done in the past compared to this. I blew up a mailbox.
My first instinct was to go to Cory's. He would keep me safe, but he wanted to tell his dad. I was mad at first. How could he do this? I asked him to keep it a secret and he wanted to tell his dad? Then after I had run away I thought about. Cory was a good guy. He was so innocent. He thought he could get his dad to make it all better. So I went to the school and called him. I asked him to bring me some clothes and food and I would leave. He said he would.
So now all I could do was wait. I lay under Mr. Feeny's desk falling asleep. I heard the door open. I couldn't tell if it was Cory or not. He would have said something by then.
"Well, I guess the room is empty." It was Mr. Feeny. "What a perfect time to set fire to my desk." I shot out from under there. Once I was out I felt a little silly. There was no way that Mr. Feeny would do that.
"What?" I said getting up. "Cory told you I was here? Did he rat on me?" I asked. It was my first thought. Cory wanted to tell his dad, why wouldn't he tell Feeny?
"On the contrary, Mr. Matthews has been a true and loyal ally." He told me. I let out a breath. I knew Cory wouldn't. "If anybody has betrayed this friendship it was you, the moment you asked him to lie."
"I would have done the same for him!" I exclaimed coming out from behind the desk. He started looking through drawers. What was he doing? Was he just trying to get more things for me to get upset about? "Look, Mr. Feeny about the only thing in my life right now is Cory and my friendship."
"Oh, here we go!" Mr. Feeny said pulling out some white, cloth looking thing. What did this have to do with anything? Was he even listening to me? "I knew I left it somewhere. In my eagerness to depart for the weekend I forgot to take it home."
"What is it?"
"Canvas, I often paint on the weekend. Very strong material," He said pulling it. "Difficult to rip," He tried to rip at it and nothing happened. "Give it a try," He said handing it to me. "Go on." I grabbed a piece and tried to rip it. It was too hard though. Feeny smiled as I let go. "Uh-huh," He said. "Of course, as rugged as it is, even the smallest snip," He grabbed a pair of scissors and made a very small cut. "And," Then he ripped it and it went easily. He looked up at me with a knowing kind of look. "You see Mr. Hunter," he said. "Once the integrity has been breached, even the strongest fabric can unravel. Even the strongest friendship," He paused. That was his life lesson for the day, but it still didn't make much sense to me. "Yeah, well here, have a bandanna." He gave me the torn piece of canvas and started to walk away.
"Aren't you going to turn me in?" I asked. He turned back around and thought.
"Uh, no, I don't think I have to." He turned to the door just as the door opened and Cory walked in.
"Oh," He said. "It's not Monday?" Mr. Feeny laughed and looked at me. I wanted to say, See Feeny, Cory and I are fine. He's here and it looked as if he brought the stuff. He didn't know what he was talking about.
"All week long, you two ache to get out of this classroom and here you are, in the middle of the night, sneaking into it." He laughed and then left. Cory turned to look at me and I smiled. He threw the bag to me.
"Did you bring the stuff I asked for?" I opened the bag and it was empty. "It's empty." I looked back at him. He was sitting on the desk with a frown. "How about some money?" Nothing. "Can I borrow you bike?"
"Actually I got a ride here." He said.
"Who from?" Maybe Eric, because he knew about what was going on.
"Your mom and dad." He said.
"They're here!" I couldn't believe this. What the hell was Cory thinking? What kind of friend is he?
"They're parked outside." This was bad. Really bad. I couldn't face them. They're going to kill me!
"Forget it, I'm not going home!" I crumbled up the bag. "You don't want to help me? That's fine, I'll sneak out the back." I started to walk away, but Cory stood up and blocked my way. "Get out of my way Cory or I'll—"
"Or you'll what? Hit me?" Would I? "Go ahead, wipe the floor with me." Why was he doing this?
"Cory, just get out of my way." I said.
"No, you have to go home Shawn." Was he insane? "You can't run away."
"Yes I can!" I shouted. "Just get away from the door!" I started to walk forward but Cory grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back.
"Shawn!" He shouted. "I'm not moving." I starred at him straight in the eyes. Why couldn't he just let me go? I was a criminal, he was going to be better off without me.
"Cory," I said gently, almost whispering. "What do you want from me?" He looked me straight in the eye.
"I want you to come back on my side of the line." He let go of me, he knew I wouldn't run off.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Just go home."
"My parents are gonna like ground me for a year." Cory shrugged.
"Well then, I'll see you in a year." I smiled. Cory wasn't going to give up on me. He would stick by me through anything. He'll never let me go too far and lose sight of the line.
"Man, I'm gonna get so killed."
"Yeah, well." Cory said. "We're only twelve, we'll live again." He smiled. I smiled back. It was time to go face the music. As we walked out of the classroom I looked over my shoulder. Cory was there. He had my back.
Fin.
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