Disclaimer: I don't own Boy Meets World or any of its characters. Come to think of it, I don't even own this computer. Heck, legally, I don't even own myself...This was depressing.

"Its not that I don't appreciate the artistic statement you're making, but could you please vacate your laundry from our restroom?" Jack requests as he enters the living room.

Shawn turns and gives his brother a confused look.

Jack rephrases, "Get your dirty clothes out of the bathroom, you pig."

"Ah," Shawn nods.

"Sorry, forgot who I was talking to," Jack teases.

"Uh-huh..." Shawn half-heartedly replies as he gazes at the front page of the New York Times, "Hey, listen, could you get the mail today? I'm working late."

"Yeah, sure," Jack responds, slightly disappointed that his joke didn't go over well.

Shawn grabs his keys and heads out the door.

Jack pours himself a bowl of cereal and turns on the TV. He has a hour before he has to head off to the corporate world, and he is determined not to waste it doing something productive. He sits down on the couch, puts his feet up, and lets out a comfortable sigh.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

"Of course," Jack hoists himself off of the couch and opens the door.

Before he has a chance to say anything, a dark haired woman with bright blue eyes announces, "Hello...um...I'm.... I'm Elaine McGinty Hunter. I'm Shawn's mother. Is he here?"

A/N: I know this was a really short chapter. This is my first fanfiction, and I just want to see how everyone thinks of my writing style. Please R/R!