new story! omg. lol. I wrote this last night when I was in a kind of bad mood, so the story is kind of sad. But at the end it's kinda happy. I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: don't own corey, topanga, or all the other characters in this story.

He could still remember the day they left.

When the rescue plane landed, they had cherrily packed all of their belongings, piled into the plane, and headed home. At the airport, as they all shared their goodbyes, he had pulled her aside, away from the group.

"Here." he had said, presenting her with a seashell bracelet. "I made this for you. Y'know, so that you'll remember me."

She took it excitedly, hugging him as she did. "I promise, I'll wear it forever." And with that, she kissed him full on the mouth and walked away, leaving him with a satisfied yet confused look on his face.

The next few weeks were absolute bliss for him.He sat next to her for lunch everyday. He walked to classes with her, carrying her books. They spent Friday nights together, watching movies, eating dinner, and sometimes just spending hours at a time sitting in each other's arms. They wrote each other notes that they stuck in each other's lockers. They had earned the nicknames "Corey" and "Topanga" by the rest of the student body.

But slowly, things changed.

The ntes became fewer, the calls became shorter. His Friday nights were spent at home, alone. There never seemed to be enough room at her table during lunch for him and she always walked to class with her friends. He tried talking to her more than ever, trying to prevent the inevitable to happen. But slowly, it did. The calls, notes, and conversations suddenly stopped.

Corey had lost his Topanga.

In time, he came to accept the fact that she really was gone. He stopped trying to call her but not in his head. He kept writing her notes, but he left them in a shoebox under his bed. When he saw her in the halls, he forced himself not to look. And she gave no indication that she even knew him, let alone fell in love with him.

Now, here he was, 66 years old, in a retirement center, thin, balding, with no wife or kids. Not that he wanted either, anyway. The only girl he had ever loved had stolen his heart, mind, and soul, and had yet to give them back.

As he ate his lunch in front of the television set in his room, he heard people talking outside of his opened door. He casually glanced out and did a double take.

Standing outside his door, talking to a nurse, was the girl that had never left his mind after all these years, now sporting grey hair and wrinkled skin. But in his eyes, she looked just as beautiful as ever.

Suddenly, she stopped talking and looked straight at him. He felt himself blush, drowning in the eyes that had had him mesmerized since his teen years.

But then she turned back to the nurse and continued talking as if nothing had happened, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

The fact that she ahd just acted like he didn't know him didn't faze him at all. In fact, he smiled. Because when she pushed her hair back, something wrapped around her wrist caught his eye.

The seashell bracelet.

She had kept her promise.

I'm pretty sure you noticed that I didn't mention any names. That's because I want you guys to tell me who you think this story is about. Use your imagination. Could be Nathan and Daley, Could be Jackson and Melissa, could be Eric and Taylor... heck, it could be Ian and Jory. Tell me which couple you were thinking about during this story in your review.

ily guys :)