Topanga walked up to her desk to see an origami flower on her desk. She picked it up and went over to Stuart's desk. "Stuart?"

"Yes?"

"Did you leave this paper rose on my desk?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Actually, it isn't a rose. It's a camellia. In the language of flowers, a white camellia means perfect loveliness. At least, that's what I've read."

"Well then...the person who left this for me must be a sensitive and caring soul."

"It was me, Topanga," Stuart revealed.

Topanga had a warm smile on her face. "Yeah, I kind of figured."

The screen zoomed in on Cory and Shawn sitting on their desks. Cory asked, "Is it just me or is love just blooming among the nerd set?"

"Wow, Mom and Dad. I really see how you two fell in love," Riley said with sarcasm in her voice.

Maya added on, "It's practically disgusting how in love you two were."

"If this thing shows our teen years, you will be disgusted." Shawn shuddered at a few memories that popped in his head.

"I don't know," Shawn responded. "The only time I've seen them like that was just before Bambi's mother caught that bullet."

"What a movie they'd make." Cory put on a narrator voice and held his hand up as if he was holding a microphone, "It's Minkus in Love. Watch what happens when 48 pounds of near-sighted geek meets 10 pounds of hair from a parallel universe."

"Ha!" Cory and Shawn both shouted.

"It's weird seeing you being so obnoxious, Mr. Matthews," Lucas noted.

Angela replied, "Like he isn't still obnoxious?"

"Oh, haha," Cory fake laughed with bitterness.

Topanga got up from her seat to face the two boys. "I think people who judge other people by their outward appearances are shallow and ignorant and will have to answer for in their next life."

"Well, that may be the way it works on Remulak, but here on earth—you're a nerd, you pay," Cory responded.

"Good morning, class," Mr. Feeny greeted as the bell rang. "I trust you all had a good weekend."

Cory responded, "I sure did. My mom baked brownies, and my dad rented two monster movie videos."

"I sold blood."

"At a blood drive, right, not some black market thing?" Jack asked for clarification.

Shawn nodded. "Of course. I know my family's crazy and criminal, but they'd never let me sell blood on the black market."

"This morning we have a guest lecturer. The school board feels that since you're all starting the seventh grade next year, it would behoove you to have an advanced taste of the experience."

Eric knocked on the doorway, holding a note.

Cory turned around. "Eric?"

Jonathan Turner questioned his former colleague in disbelief, "You chose him to teach the kids about the seventh grade?"

"Not exactly."

"Cory?"

"Mr. Matthews?" said George.

"Mr. Feeny?" Eric walked up to the teacher's desk.

"I thought the school said they were sending over good students."

"Nah, see, the problem with the smart kids is that they all have goals to pursue. I'm just looking to get out of algebra."

"Lucky me. Proceed."

"Hi, kids. I'm Eric. I'm in the 10th grade at Adams High, the school you'll all be going to next year."

Minkus snidely remarked, "At least all of us who pass."

"Hey, Minkus. Pass this." Shawn did an armpit fart.

Katy rolled her eyes. "Really?"

"I was an 11-year-old boy!" Shawn defended.

"I have a feeling we're going to be rolling our eyes a lot at Shawn," Topanga told the woman.

"Please, class, give Mr. Matthews your attention."

Topanga perked up. "Matthews?"

The lawyer put her hand over her mouth as memories came back to her. This was going to be an interesting one to relive (and possibly horrifying for her daughter and husband).

"Oh, yeah, I'm Cory's older brother. I got the good hair. Anyways, next year you guys will be 7th graders or, as we upperclassmen will be calling you, phlegm balls. Now, there's going to be a few things you're going to need to know for survival on the mean streets of high school."

Josh laughed but commented, "I'm starting to be a little glad that I'm not close in age to you and Cory."

"Will the exams be more rigorous?" Stuart inquired.

Eric stared at the boy. "Yeah, uh…Parties are gonna be a lot better, too, because you can stay out later."

"Not true for everyone," Farkle said with frustration. "I went to bed at 7:30 pm. Thanks, Dad."

"Hey, that was your mother!" Stuart replied in defense.

Shawn cocked his head. "Who is his mom? I can't imagine a woman that would want to marry you."

Before Stuart could answer, some of the kids shushed him. They could already feel that this episode was going to get interesting.

"Yeah. Uh, you're gonna want to know where the parking lot is, too, because that's where the most popular kids hang. And you're gonna wanna hang with them, unless, of course, you wanna look like a complete nerd." Eric laughed and looked at a stone-faced Stuart. "No offense, Mink."

"None taken," Stuart belatedly responded with sarcasm.

Cory raised his finger slightly. "I have a question."

"Who cares?"

"This isn't like home, Eric. In here, when I raise my hand, you have to answer."

"I do?" Eric asked Feeny for clarification.

George looked upset. "I do, too."

Cory continued with his question, "All right, now, next year, when you're 16 and driving to school, would you be willing to give a ride to a certain few select phlegm balls?"

"Do I have to?" Eric once again asked Feeny for clarification.

"I wouldn't."

"Drop dead," Eric answered. Cory proceeded to flop onto the floor.

George cracked a smile. "It's times like these I miss teaching."

"What do I owe you?" George questioned.

In a new scene, Cory was in his kitchen with Topanga at the door. She was holding a baking dish. "I have some freshly baked brownies here I thought you might enjoy."

"Thanks for dropping them off." Cory tried to take them, but she held onto the dish and walked inside.

"I thought perhaps I could stay here and enjoy them with you."

Shawn was sitting at the table and reached for a brownie. "Milk's in the fridge, babe."

Cory noted with suspicion, "You know, you sure did call Topanga babe a lot."

Shawn sighed. "Only twice."

"We haven't watched that much of our memories. I'm sure there are more times you did."

"Hey, not bad."

"My sister Nebby made them."

Riley gasped a little too loudly. "Nebby? As in, Aunt Nebby? As in, Aunt 'never speak about her' Nebby?"

"Yes," Topanga confirmed with a poker face.

"Is there drama?" Maya asked, her interest piqued.

Riley nodded. "I'll tell you about it later," she whispered.

Cory questioned, "Nebby? Don't you mean Debbie?"

"No, Nebby. It's short for Nebula, Nebula Stopthewar Lawrence."

"I love the name Nebula. It's so pretty," Katy complimented.

Shawn looked at his wife in horror. "If we have another daughter, I'm naming her."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic."

"So, your parents thought, like, what? Linda was already taken?"

Morgan came down the stairs. "Hey, cool braid."

"You like it? I can put one in your hair."

"You can?"

"Sure. Do you have some ribbons and a rubber band?"

"Upstairs in my room. You know, I'd like to see more of her and less of him."

Morgan smirked. "I stand by my statement."

"Haha. Admit it, you saw me as an older brother."

"I already had two. Why would I want another?"

Cory noticed Shawn giving him a big grin. "What?"

"Comes over with the brownies, tries to get in good with your sister."

"So?"

"So, Cory and Topanga, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Riley put her hand on her heart. "Aw, Mom. This is when you developed a crush on Dad."

Topanga said nothing in response.

"No way. Minkus wants her."

"And yet she's not over at Minkus' house unloading brownies."

"What are you saying, Shawn?"

"Cory, it all has to start somewhere. See, Minkus gets squishy about Topanga, Topanga gets squishy about you. One day you're solid as a rock, the next day...squish."

"Squishy?" Turner repeated.

"Topanga does not have a squish on me."

"She brought you brownies, dude. Ipso facto love-o you-o."

Amy entered while carrying a bag of groceries. "Hi, guys."

"Ah, reinforcement snacks."

"It doesn't look like you're starving to death."

Eric walked through the door. "Hey."

"Eric, your can runneth over."

"Garbage again? I just took it out last week."

Topanga walked downstairs. Morgan shouted, "Mommy, mommy, look! Topanga made my hair pretty."

"She sure did."

Cory went over to them. "Yep. Brownies, braids—she does it all, but, uh, now she has to do it all at home."

"But I was hoping I could stay!"

"You can't. We're over the legal hair limit of this room." He pushed her out the door.

Topanga noted, "You sure did make fun of my hair a lot."

"I was just jealous. You're aware of my own hair insecurities."

"Yeah, I never had any of those," Eric said while wiping his hair slowly with his hand.

Amy reprimanded, "Well, that wasn't very polite."

"I can't afford to be polite, Mom. I'm polite, squish!"

Shawn told him, "I hear a lot of men treat the women they love like that."

Amy and Eric gave each other a knowing look and smile. Cory walked over to his best friend, pointing his finger. "I'll kill you, Shawn."

Eric questioned, "We got a little girlfriend action going on here?"

"Yep," Shawn confirmed while Cory denied it.

Katy grinned at the idea of Cory and Topanga's very young love. "Oh, Cory. You were such a boy. I think it's so cute how Topanga had a crush on you."

"Mhmm," Shawn agreed, holding back a giggle. Oh, how the twist of this episode will shock everyone!

Morgan sang, "Cory and Topanga, sitting in a tree, A-B-C-D-E-F-G"

Eric went outside to take out the trash. Feeny was standing in his yard. "Mr. Matthews, we seem to be on similar missions."

"Hey, Mr. Feeny, how'd you like my little pep talk today?"

"The class found you amusing and entertaining."

"But you didn't."

"On the contrary. I found you both amusing and entertaining. I didn't, however, find you very informative."

"Hey, everything I told them about the parties and clothes is true."

"Well, that may be, but you didn't tell them the whole truth."

"Like what?"

"Well, like, up until now they've lived in a small, protective environment. Next year it'll be like moving out of a small town into a big city."

"It's just a bigger school."

"How easy is it to get drugs?"

"I don't do drugs."

"But what if you wanted to?"

"Pretty easy."

"Alcohol?"

"Easier."

"Cigarettes?"

"Oh, come on, Mr. Feeny. I didn't want to bring them down with stuff like that. I wanted to give them something to look forward to."

"Mr. Matthews, do you consider yourself popular, an influential voice in high school?"

"Look, Mr. Feeny, I'm no role model."

"Yes, but the moment you stepped into that classroom, you became one."

As Feeny walked away, Eric picked up his trash and noticed Topanga staring. She quickly went away.

Cory and Shawn were now in the lunchroom. "That was the worst macaroni and cheese I've ever tasted. You going to finish yours?" Shawn took Cory's plate.

"You're a pig, you know that?"

"Hey, I'm in a growth spurt. I need fuel."

Jack made a face. "I don't suppose it was because you weren't getting enough food at home."

"Money was tight," Shawn admitted.

"Yeah, well, those of us who sit near you don't like the exhaust fumes."

"Oh, look. Here comes the future Mrs. Cory Matthews."

Topanga walked up to the boys' table. "Hello, Cory."

Cory held a book up to cover his face. "Cory's not here."

"Real convincing," Alan said.

"My sister rented a videotape I thought you might be interested in seeing."

"He left. You just missed him."

"Godzilla Goes to College."

Shawn spoke, "Whoa. That's the one where Godzilla scarfs down UCLA."

"That sounds like a terrible movie." Maya scoffed.

Zay defended, "It was an awesome movie. The sequel, Godzilla Graduates College, was a snoozefest, though."

"Yeah. When can we borrow it?"

"You can't. It's my sister's tape. She said I can't let it out of my sight."

"Ok, what time should we be over at your house?"

"Our VCR is broken. I'll have to bring it over to your house."

"Convenient." Rachel winked at Topanga.

"All right. How about 4:00?"

"4:00 is good for me. That will give me time to get home and get ready."

"Get ready?"

"I mean get the tape. That's all. Bye."

Shawn smiled. "Oh, man. She's got a thang for you."

"What do I care? All I want from her is brownies and videos."

Stuart came up to them. "You maggot."

"Huh?"

"All these years pretending to be my close friend."

"Delusional much?" Lucas joked.

"Close? As in Philadelphia is close to...Neptune?"

"All so you could get to her."

"Her, Topanga? I don't think so."

"Oh, please. The whole school's talking about you two."

"What? I ate a couple brownies. I said I'd watch a video."

"In sixth grade, that's practically marriage," Eric commented.

"Aren't you forgetting the trip to Acapulco?"

"What?

Shawn threw his hands up. "I embellished."

Topanga had an endearing smile on her face. "Of course, you were the one to start those rumors."

"Do you really care about her, or are you just doing this to humiliate me?"

"I give up. Take it, Shawn."

Shawn got up. "Minkus...Want to play Walnut?" He held Stuart's head.

"Your bodyguard can't be with you 24 hours a day, Matthews. Be afraid...be very afraid." Stuart looked at Shawn. "I've got two words for you, antiperspirant."

Shawn shook his head as Stuart walked away. "That's three words."

"That's one word," Farkle corrected the both of them.

"What's going on here? I don't want girls to like me. Why is everything changing?"

"Hey. Topanga forgot her notebook...want to trash it? I got a little macaroni and cheese left."

"You really were the nicest kid in the sixth grade, weren't you?" Topanga sarcastically asked.

"Nah, she'll probably think it's some kind of love code. Oh, why do I have to be so attractive?"

Amy shook her head at his youthful woes. "What a horrible problem to have."

"Oh, look. It's a heart with a name doodled in swirly things. Mrs. Matthews."

Riley grinned from ear to ear. "How sweet."

"Very," Shawn agreed, knowingly. Topanga shot him a glare.

"Give me a break."

"Mrs. Topanga Matthews. Mrs. Eric Matthews."

"What?!" Riley screamed.

Rachel, Angela, and Katy put their hands over their mouths in shock, while everyone else—except for Cory, Topanga, Eric, and obviously Riley—laughed.

"Would you get off my—what?"

A new scene started with Cory entering his bedroom. He opened the door and spotted his brother. "Eric, I'm glad I caught you. We got to talk."

"Not now. I'm headed down to the video arcade."

"Play games some other time. This is important."

"Hey, this is important, too."

"Eric, somebody's in love with you."

He stopped in his tracks. "Oh, yeah? Who?"

"Topanga Lawrence. You know, that hair in the front row with the girl attached?"

Cory felt Topanga staring at him. "What? Do I have to apologize every time young me makes a dumb comment?"

"No, I just want to make you feel sorry for it," Topanga answered with humor in her voice.

"We're talking about a sixth-grader? Later."

"I'm telling you, Eric, she loves you."

"Look, she's 11. She's too young to have feelings like that."

"Minkus is only 11, and he loves her."

"Will you stop saying that word? Nobody loves anybody. I mean, you're babies. You're too young to understand the pain of love, the agony of love, the seamy underbelly of love. You're not going to fully understand it until you're…15."

"Which is conveniently your age at the time," Alan noted.

"Like you?"

"I understood it at 14, but, hey, I was a natural."

"Look, Eric, you got to kiss her off. Get her out of your life and mine."

Katy remarked, "Well, we all know how well that objective turned out."

"She's not in mine."

"Well, she's going to be."

"You know, it sounds like you're jealous."

"And I was right!" Eric declared. "When it comes to love, I'm an expert."

"Remind me the last time you had a girlfriend again?" Cory teased his brother.

"That was uncalled for."

"Oh, yeah. I'm jealous. That's just what I want, to be Topanga's boyfriend, and then we can name our children Chewbacca and Plankton."

Riley chuckled and said, "I'm glad you chose Riley and August instead."

"Ok, I'll get rid of her. What do you want me to say?"

"All right, she's coming over in a little while. Tell her that we both think she's scum and that I'm politically incoherent."

Topanga frowned at the boy's insensitivity. "I'm glad Eric let me down a lot more gently than you suggested. I couldn't imagine how I would have felt if he called me scum."

"Sorry," Cory apolgized earnestly.

"Incorrect."

"There you go."

"All right. I'll let her down easy, but they're usually pretty crushed, so when you hear the doorbell, call someone to pick up the pieces, ok?"

Eric left the room just as Alan entered. "Hey."

"Hey," Cory responded.

"Your mom told me you're having a little confab about a girl."

"Not any normal girl, a totally weird girl—Topanga Lawrence."

"Well, I bet most girls seem a little weird to you at this age."

"Come on, Dad. You don't understand. I'm not talking 'I'm a guy, and I don't understand girls.' I'm talking really, truly weird. She eats sandwiches made out of brown rice and has a sister named Nebula."

"Well, what seems to be the problem between you and this girl?"

"No problem. See, I thought she had a crush on me. She kept hanging around and doing things for me."

"And you liked that."

"No, I hated it, but then I found out she really likes Eric."

"And you were relieved."

"No."

"Disappointed?"

"No."

"Confused?"

"See, Dad? You always know."

"Well, get used to being confused, pal, because girls are going to be ratling your cage for the next 60 years."

"Till I'm 71?!"

"Yeah, but then you get a break."

"You do?"

"Yeah, you die."

Alan sheepishly smiled at his wife. He shrugged slightly. "I was joking!"

The scene changed to Eric lying on the couch. The doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it. "Topanga, right? Have a seat." She sat down right in front of the doorway, on the floor. "Uh, yeah, that's an interesting way to go, but I was thinking couch."

Riley widened her eyes in surprise. "No offense, Mom, but I understand why Dad and Uncle Shawn thought you were 'totally weird.'"

"I'll admit that I was…a little…over the top…sometimes."

Shawn laughed a little too loudly, earning a look from Topanga. "More like very over the top all the time."

"Whatever you want."

Angela turned her head to see her best friend a few seats down. "Oh, Topanga. You were so in love with him. How cute!"

"So what's that?" Eric asked, referring to the VHS tape case in her hand.

"Movie."

He grabbed the movie and read it. "Godzilla Goes to College! Cory's gonna love this! He loves monster flicks. Oh, he really loved those brownies you brought over, too. I mean, uh, you must really like him a lot to do all those nice things for him."

"He's very nice…in a young kind of way."

"Um, see, that's why you two get along so well, because you're young, too."

"No, I've done my chart. I have a very old soul."

"Uh, yeah, here's a tip for you, Topanga. Uh, not a lot of guys are going to be after your soul."

"When you were talking to us in class, you know what I noticed?"

"What?"

"Your aura was glowing."

"Be that as it may, my aura's too old for you to be looking at."

"I don't understand."

"It's because you're not ready to understand."

"I am ready."

"You're not." He placed a comforting hand over hers, which she reciprocated. She then leaned in to kiss him. He put his palm over her face. "Ok, I was wrong. Huh, maybe you are ready. Look, Cory told me about you, and he told me you're very smart."

Topanga covered her eyes in embarrassment.

Riley's mouth hung open. She leaned to her right, whispering to Maya, "Just kill me now."

"Are you kidding? This is the best day of my life!" Maya said in response.

"I don't have to be smart."

"No, look, you're gonna have to be smart because there are a lot of guys out there that won't take aura for an answer."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've known me for, like, 5 minutes, and you think you like me because you thought I was cute, and who could blame you? But a real relationship is based on so much more than looks. And if you're old enough to have these feelings, then you should know that."

"Very well said," George approved.

Eric replied, "Thanks, Feeny. It was good advice. After all, I am the love expert."

The doorbell rang. "You are so wise," Topanga said.

"Yes, I am. And that wisdom comes from knowing that if you have a relationship based on looks, it's stupid and superficial." He opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Topanga's sister."

"Hi, I'm stupid and superficial."

"Yes, you are," Morgan agreed.

"Cory called and said that Topanga wasn't feeling well and wanted to come home."

"No, she's feeling fine. Nobody has to go anywhere." Eric brought Nebula inside. "I mean, just look at her."

"I think I'd like to go home."

Cory came down the stairs. "Is she gone?" he yelled out. "Oh, no. More hair."

"Cory!" Amy chastised.

Topanga put her head down and left out the front door.

All the smiles that the crowd previously had on their faces were gone.

The kids were now in Mr. Feeny's classroom. He was reading out loud from a book. "There are strange things done in the midnight sun, by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee."

Jonathan gave a nod of approval. "Ah, yes. A wonderful poem by Robert W. Service."

"Cool!" Cory interrupted.

"This is one of the few times you've shown interest in literature, and it's because a character is being cremated," Jonathan observed. "How nice."

Feeny held his finger up. "Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left home in the south to roam around the pole, God only knows."

"Burn him!"

Eric knocked on the doorway. "Mr. Feeny? Um, may I come in?"

"Of course."

"Uh, could I speak to your class?"

"Be my guest."

"This better be good, Eric. He was about to toast this guy."

"So, uh, a couple of days ago, I pretty much covered the big high school picture, but, uh I left out one little tiny detail. You've all known each other since, like, Kindergarten. But next year there's gonna be maybe 9 or 10 other sixth-grade classes from different schools making up your seventh-grade class, and you're not gonna know all those kids. A lot of them are gonna think differently than you."

"What do you mean?" Stuart asked.

"Well, do you smoke cigarettes?"

"No."

"A lot of kids in your new school will. A lot of them are gonna try to pressure you into it. They're gonna tell you how cool it is to smoke. You want to be cool, don't you?"

"More than you could ever know."

"Maybe you'll smoke."

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"According to New England Journal of Medicine, smoking reduces lung capacity, leads to Emphysema, and causes heart attack and lung cancer."

"Well, what if…she thought it was cool, then would you smoke?"

"In a heartbeat."

Farkle glanced at his father in surprise. He knew his father used to be in love with Mrs. Matthews, but it was weird seeing him being so in love with her. "I'm glad Mom's not here," he whispered.

"Welcome to the world of peer pressure. So, he smokes. Do you think that's cool?"

"I think anyone who smokes is a disgusting pig."

"I'm trying to quit!"

The audience laughed loudly. Topanga let herself ease up.

"Well, it's not that easy, Minkus. There's all kinds of pressure. I mean, what about alcohol? Could you use somebody else as an example, please?"

"Sure." He pointed at Cory. "What about alcohol?"

Shawn tensed up. How many years was this show going to cover?

"What about it?"

"What about drugs?"

"Hey, calm down, Eric. We're not into that stuff. All we like is baseball and comic books."

"Yeah, that's what you like now, but that's going to change, just like you're changing schools, just like you're going to start feeling a lot of new stuff inside you you're not really gonna understand."

"How do you know?"

"Because you're growing up. Some of you have already started."

The teenagers in the audience were wowed by the speech. It was something relevant in their lives. Despite none of them being interested in illegal substances, they would be lying if they said they never felt compelled to do certain things because others were doing it.

A new scene started with Stuart in the cafeteria ripping petals off a paper flower. "She loves me…she loves me not. She loves me…she loves me not. This is absurd. This isn't rational or logical at all. She loves me…she loves me not."

Cory watched the boy. "Look at him."

"The love bomb has blown his head off," Shawn replied.

"This is big. This love thing could kill us if we let it. You and I have to make a deal right now. Let everyone else go nuts."

"We stay the same." They shook hands.

"Forever."

A girl walked up to their table. "Excuse me. I'm new here. How do I get to the principal's office?"

"We have a deal," Cory reminded Shawn. "We have a deal."

"The principal's office? I've been there a million times. I know exactly where it is. I'll take you." Shawn got up and walked away, but Cory held on to his hand and the table, resulting in the table being dragged away.

"We have a deal! We have a deal!"

Jack couldn't and wouldn't contain his amusement. "Aww, my little brother's first crush!"

"Oh, come on. You're only a year older than me. Don't call me your 'little' brother."

"Ok, fine. My baby brother."

Cory, Shawn, and Minkus were now in Cory's bedroom. Stuart was reciting French from a book.

"Monsieur Minkus, if we could understand what you were saying, we wouldn't need your help for the French test."

"Pardonnez moi. I will speak English. You will please answer in French. The chicken."

Cory responded, "Le pool-let."

"Le poulet. The frog."

Maya observed, "So, Riley gets her inability to learn a second language from you."

"La green oil," Shawn answered.

"La grenouille."

Shawn scoffed. "Minkus, come on. There's 10 letters here, and you're only using 5 of them."

"Au contraire. The final 'E' is silent, the double 'L' is like the Spanish 'ye,' and the diphthong creates a 'W' sound. It's very simple."

Cory disagreed, "No, Minkus. You know what's simple? Frog."

"Yeah, the 'F-R-O' is pronounced 'fra.'"

"And the 'G' is like the English 'Ga.'

"Why can't these French guys just speak English like normal people?"

Eric walked in. "Who cares how the French talk? I like how they kiss."

"Wait a minute. They kiss differently, too?" Stuart asked.

"Let me put it this way, boys. The tongue is not silent."

Alan said with a sarcastic tone. "I'm so glad to hear you were teaching these young, innocent, impressionable boys about the wonders of French kissing."

"Ew!" all three boys yelled at once.

As the screen went dark, Riley readjusted herself in her seat. "I think I'm traumatized. I thought my best friend having a crush on my uncle was the worst thing in the world, but my mom having a crush on my other uncle? That's downright horrifying."

"Horrifying," Cory repeated. "That word will come up a lot. I guarantee it."

A/N: ATTENTION! This was a double update! Read the previous chapter, if you didn't already.

1. Let's not talk about how long it's been since the last update. I know that I've been terrible at updating. I feel bad since I know what it's like to be waiting for a fic you love to be updated but it never does. Pod Meets World is what made me update this story. It's a podcast by Danielle Fishel Karp (Topanga), Rider Strong (Shawn), and Will Friedle (Eric) where they rewatch each episode of Boy Meets World and discuss it. It's amazing! I highly recommend it.

2. Here's how I imagine the character's seating arrangement: Angela, Rachel, Jack, and Eric are in the left aisle. Cory, Topanga, Riley, Maya, Shawn, Katy, Amy, Alan, Morgan, Josh, Turner, and Feeny are in the middle aisle. Minkus, Farkle, Smackle, Zay, and Lucas are in the right aisle.) I suppose Senator Eric Matthews's secret service could be in the seats behind him? I think they legally have to be with him.

3. I have decided that the characters will watch one season a day. After every season, the characters will take a break to eat/sleep and discuss what they've watched. Then they will come back and watch the next season. It's a tiny bit unrealistic for them to watch a season a day, but so is the technology in this fanfiction. Suspend your beliefs, lol.

4. I have no access to my old Wattpad account. Long story short, I'm an idiot that forgot my password and I have no access to the old email I used for that account. It was an email I used for a failed collab account. You'll just have to read this book on here or Fanfiction Net, since I don't want to upload this on a new account. I don't care much for Wattpad anymore anyways, besides the in-line commenting feature. Sorry.

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