Author's Notes: I know it's been forever, and if I have any readers left, I LOVE YOU! I just tend to get writer's block like a crazy person. Anyway, I stayed up until 5 AM writing this out, because you deserve an update, it's not much, but it's something. Hopefully your reviews will further inspire me!

"Oh, and here I was expecting a 'Nice to see ya Morgan!', 'Sorry I haven't talked to you in two years.', 'How's life for ya Morg?' Guys are all the same." She grabbed her copy of Romeo and Juliet and smacked it against his chest. "You used to be different."

Shawn just stood there for a few moments after Morgan had left; her copy of Shakespeare's well known play still in his hand. He sighed and took a good look at her room for the first time. The theme was no longer pink, as a matter of fact; she had painted her walls black. Not that it was easy to tell with all the posters of what he could only assume to be metal bands adorning the walls. Time had changed, he realized as he rubbed at the facial hair he still wasn't used to, and so had he.

The last Hunter child finally made his way down to the dinner table, not that anyone had waited for him to begin eating. Alan and Cory were debating the probability of their favorite football team, the Philadelphia Eagles, making it to the Super Bowl that year. Eric was sitting beside Morgan, obviously pestering her about something. Topanga and Amy were giving Joshua more attention than he could ever possibly need. Shawn headed for the only available seat, the one directly across from Morgan. Before he got there, Eric grabbed him by the shoulder and steered him over to the counter. The older man feigned getting more food in order to talk to his friend.

"You can't let her get away."

"What are you talking about?" Shawn was still in complete denial, a place he was quite comfortable.

"Everyone always underestimates me, but just listen this one time. If you don't tell her how you feel, she'll end up with someone else. Believe me, I know." Eric's normally cheerful voice was tired.

Shawn was expecting a story about Rachel, but was instead shocked when he followed Eric's eyes to Topanga. He saw the pain course over the other man's features, and just as quickly a smile replaced it.

"Hey Panga, you plan on popping out a baby any time soon?" Eric inquired innocently as he ruffled his little brother's hair.

"Baby? What, no!" Cory exclaimed, the thought of actually having a settled life scared him. "Topanga, I see the look on your face…no."

"But I-"

"Nooooo." Cory whined.

Morgan rolled her eyes, Cory could be such a, well for lack of a better term, baby. She had always wanted Topanga to end up with Eric, it wasn't a sentiment she advertised frequently, but Eric was so much more deserving of happiness. She sighed, tired of pretending to enjoy the reunion. Half hearted smiles, attempts at conversation, pushing her food around on her plate, it all bored her. She stood up and picked up her plate just as Shawn sat down.

"Glad to know I'm so popular." He mumbled.

Morgan had to walk past him to put her plate in the dishwasher. She smacked the back of his head for the comment he didn't realize she heard.

"Glad to know you're still conceited."

The night dragged on, but eventually everyone departed to their designated sleeping quarters. Alan, Amy, and Joshua spent the night together in the master bedroom. Topanga and Cory took his old room; Eric volunteered to sleep on the couch, which left Shawn. Amy had oh so thoughtfully dug out an inflatable mattress and deposited it into her only daughter's room. She felt a little funny about letting a 23 year old man sleep in the same room as her nearly 18 year old daughter, but shook the feeling away, remembering it was Shawn. Nothing would happen.

"Don't snore, don't complain about my music, don't act like you know me, and maybe we can both survive the next two weeks." Morgan detailed her instructions from her position on her bed.

"I don't snore, I love all kinds of music, and you're right, I don't know you anymore." Shawn replied honestly. "But I was kinda hoping to change that last one.

"Cory says he loves all music, but when he heard my band's demo he freaked out. Said he didn't want his ears bleeding…my parents think I'm satanic or something just because of how I express myself. People don't understand, and you won't either." Her arms were folded and she had a determined look on her face, as if she was anticipating rejection.

"Try me." He replied with his patented half smile which nearly melted Morgan's cold hearted façade.

She didn't say anything at first, just huffed and clicked on her computer for a few moments. The music that came streaming out of the speakers was nothing like he expected. It started out with a smooth feminine voice singing faintly, but quickly turned into a blend of guttural screaming, thumping bass, and erratic drum playing. Shawn listened closely, the lyrics weren't half bad, and though he wasn't quite used to this amount of screaming, the sound resembled the bands he had always loved. The song came to an end, and Morgan stopped the CD.

"Not bad really, wasn't quite expecting that, but it's good. The screaming takes away from the lyrics at some points, but overall I like the feel of it. Your bass player is a little off, and you can barely hear the guitar over the drums."

Morgan eyed him suspiciously for a moment or two, before responding.

"I am the bassist, and I'm not off. I'm stuck with a shitty secondhand instrument cause my loving parents think music is a waste of time. My drummer is a replacement who thinks he's the shit cause he can cover Guns & Roses, but the last guy had to leave after his parents found pot in his bookbag."

"Well I imagine a jackass is better than a stoner, atleast the music gets emotion this way."

Morgan continued on as if he hadn't spoken, "The chick who plays guitar is my best friend, but she's got really Christian parents who still think rock music is a sign of the devil, so naturally she doesn't have the best amp at this point. As for lyrics, you're looking at the writer, and lead singer."

"Busy woman."

"Don't forget it either." She smiled a genuine smile for him.

He almost fell over from pure euphoria; he got a smile out of her. Now why was that giving him such pleasure? Oh God…Eric couldn't possibly be right, could he!