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NoV: Okay! Time for an update!!
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Corey woke up before anyone else in the house. He sneaked downstairs and out the front door without anyone taking notice.
He was a man with a mission.
Corey went straight to Mr. Turner's apartment to try and gather clues about the "food poisoning epidemic."
He knocked on the splintering wooden door. Corey heard a few groans from the inside of the apartment, and then the sound of locks being undone. Shawn slowly opened the door, revealing his groggy, pale face.
"Ugh!" Corey exclaimed, making a barricade with his arms. "Shawn? You look even worse than you did yesterday!"
Shawn went back to his haven under the blanket on the couch. "Uhhhhhh….." he said.
"Shawn," Corey said, sitting on the coffee table with a notepad and pencil in hand, "I'd like to ask you a few questions about the past week, okay?"
"Uhhhhhh…..okay," Shawn replied, uncovering his head.
"How many times in the past week have you eaten in the school lunchroom?" Corey asked, jotting down scribbles that resembled words onto his notepad.
"Why are you asking me that?" Shawn wanted to know, arching an eyebrow.
Corey looked stumped, and then said, "Because I'm trying to narrow down the source of the food poisoning that you and Topanga have."
"Of course!" Shawn exclaimed. "The lunchroom! Bane of my existence!" He turned to Corey and said, "I eat there every day of every week. I thought you would have known that."
Corey finished with his notebook and closed it. "Thanks! That's all I needed. I'll be back as soon as I've solved this case." He stood up, striking a pose. "Fear not, Shawn! For, wherever two of my friends are stricken with food poisoning, you can be sure that I'll be there to solve the crime, because I'm Detective Boy!!"
Shawn snored.
"Uh, right," Corey said in a quieter voice. "See you late, Shawn," he whispered, exiting the apartment.
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Eric walked Erica to her car, walking hand-in-hand with her. "I'm glad that you're getting to know my parents," he said. "I just hope that your mom and dad like me."
Erica smiled. "I know they will. See you tomorrow," she said, giving him a quick kiss, and climbing into the car. "Bye bye."
"Bye," Eric said, closing the car door for her. He waved as she pulled out of the driveway.
Amy and Alan were sitting on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching an old black and white movie. Eric came inside, twirling around, and prancing by the couch.
"Eric?" Alan wondered. "Son, are you turning into a ballerina?" He turned to Amy, and jokingly said, "Honey, I thought this was why we had Morgan; so the boys wouldn't have to wear tutus and dance to the Sugar Plum Fairy."
Eric scoffed at his father. "Dad, you wouldn't know how I feel. You've never been in love!"
Amy narrowed her eyes.
"I mean—" Eric said quickly. "I just feel like the luckiest guy in the world…..I'm gonna ask Erica to marry me."
"Oh, of course," Alan replied. "And we will fully support that decision when you make it in ten years."
Eric's smile faded. "Dad, I love Erica…..the most I can wait is a week."
Amy quickly said, "Okay, movie's back on! This conversation will continue in a week!!"
Eric rolled his eyes and hopped up the stairs to "do his homework," which would probably consist of reading comic books, and lying on his back thinking about Erica.
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Corey knocked softly on Topanga's bedroom door. "Come in," she said, trying to sound perky, but feeling like she needed to throw up again.
Corey tiptoed inside, giving his girlfriend a slight wave. "Hey, Topanga," he said. "How are you feeling?" He sat next to her bed in a folding chair.
"I've been worse," she replied.
"Well, be prepared," he cautioned her. "If you have the same thing Shawn has, you'll be worse tomorrow."
"Thanks, Corey. That's something to look forward to," Topanga said, sarcastically.
"Well, at least you still have your chipper attitude," Corey mentioned. "Anyway, I need to ask you a few questions." He pulled the pad and pencil out of his back pocket. "How many times did you eat in the school lunchroom last week?"
Topanga furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't eat cafeteria food," she told him. "I only eat all-natural vegetables and sushi wraps."
Corey sighed. "I should have known. He put away his notepad. "There goes my only lead." He turned toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Topanga asked.
"Back to Shawn's," Corey answered, depressed.
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Late that night, after Corey had given up on trying to single out the restaurant that had distributed food poisoning to his best friends, after Eric had fallen asleep, thinking about Erica, after Amy and Alan had watched the classic movies channel for six hours straight, and after Morgan had had her good night kisses and bedtime stories, a dark figure sneaked in through Corey and Eric's bedroom window. The tousled and tired girl walked over first to Corey's bed, and peeked under the blanket at his face. Not finding the person she wanted to consult with, she turned to the next bed. She leaned over Eric, and recognizing him, sat next to him. She softly shook his shoulder, and whispered, "Eric?"
He merely groaned and rolled onto his stomach, mumbling something akin to "Five more minutes….."
She slid underneath the blanket next to him, and put her arm around him. "Eric……I need to talk….." Erica glanced at his eyes, sealed tightly shut. She sighed. "But, I guess it can wait until the morning….." She turned so that her back was facing him, and slid over as far as she could away from him. The last thing she wanted was for his parents to jump to conclusions if they saw her in bed with their son.
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NoV: Oh, my! So many things are happening! Well, next chapter should be out soon! Happy days are yours and mine! (sings)
