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Cory and Topanga quickly step away from each other as Cory's parent's come through the door. His little sister, Morgan running through the living room with her soccer ball in hand, and she runs right past them and into the kitchen. Mr. Matthew, looks at his son, and Topanga. "What have you two been up too, Cory?."

Cory quickly looks from Topanga to his father. He answers him "Nothing, she just came over a few minutes ago."

Topanga whispered "I better be going. I'll talk to you tomorrow?."

She swipes her hand down Cory's left arm before heading to the door, passing Mr's. Matthews and saying her goodbyes to them. She had her hands full of grocery's, and Mr. Matthew had two bags in each arm.

"Do you need help, mom." Cory whispers, as he walks up to her and they all proceed to the kitchen. "Thank you, Cory."

"What are we having for dinner?." Cory asks.

"Chicken, Corn and grandma's roll's recipe."His mother replies.

"That sounds delicious."

Cory sets one of the grocery bags down on the counter. Mr. Matthew was placing items in their necessary place in the cabinets.

"So, Cory. How come we haven't seen Shawn, lately."

"Did you two get into a fight or something?." His mother asks, concerned over her son's friendship.

She walks up to Cory, placing a comforting hand around him.

Cory looks up to her, stares into her eyes. "No. He's just been real busy with his dad. I'm sure he'll be coming back around here, after-awhile."

"And eating us out of house and home." Mr. Matthew jokes.

"Don't forget about him taking baths in the master tub, upstairs." Cory giggles.

It almost made him forget how hurt and mad he was at Shawn. Just remembering the good times, the good times.

And all the crazy funny things that they've experienced together. He was his best friend. He was more then that to him, and it made it almost hard to believe that he was really gonna let this mistake tear all those memories away, and all those years.

"I've gotta go upstairs, and do my homework, Do you need me to do anything else?." Cory asks, wanting to stop talking about Shawn.

He didn't want to talk about him, he didn't want to feel these feelings.

He didn't want to start thinking about forgiving him.

He slept with Eric. Okay, he didn't really sleep with him. But he kissed him, he likes him. That's terrible enough.

He tore my heart out, and stomped on it. How can he be forgiven for that.

"No, go do your homework. If you need any help, just let me know." Mr. Matthew's replies.

"Do you know where Eric is, Cory." Mr's Matthew asks before Cory begins to run up to his room.

Cory quickly answers. "No, I haven't seen him since coming home from the park, earlier."

"Where do you think he is?, Allen."

"You worried?."

"Yeah. I'm worried about what he's up too. He's been so withdrawn, lately. And his teachers have been complaining about his grades dropping, him not paying attention in class."

Mr. Matthew grabs a hold of his wife.

"I'm sure he's okay. He's just growing up. Getting into dating, girls. He'll get his grades up. I'll have a talk with him, when he comes home."

"I just don't know if it's that."

"What else can it be?."

"I don't know. And that's what worries me. I don't now what else it could be. Or at-least, I don't what to know."

"He's a good boy. He's not doing anything dangerous. I think your just worrying for nothing."

"Maybe, but your still have a talk with him, won't you?, Allen." - She looks at her husband.

"Of course, I will."Mr. Matthew replies

They have a short passion-filled kiss before they go their separate ways to start dinner. Mr. Matthew's outside to the grill. And Mr's Matthew stays in the kitchen to prepare the corn and the rest of tonight's side dishes.

Eric was walking back from Shawn's place. He had walked him home and promised him that he'd try to talk some sense into Cory for him.

But it wasn't something he expected to beable to do.

Cory was mad. He barely talked to him, as it was.

But he was gonna try. He promised Shawn.

And though they haven't done anything other then kissing, and the like.

Eric admitted that he liked him. Liked him alot.

Since his best friend Jason moved away. Eric has been pretty lonely. Sure, he's still had plenty of girl-friends. But it wasn't what he was really looking for.

Eric contemplating for a long time, over a year if what he was feeling for other boy's was for real. And he now knows that it is.

But it doesn't make it any easier. He can't be truthful to anyone about it. He's too scared.

But with Shawn. He can be as open as he wants to be. And Shawn is the only person other-then Jason, before he moved away who he can do that with.

To just be honest about his himself and how he feels. That's something he's missed, dearly.

Mr. Matthew was just turning over the chicken on the grill, when Eric walks up from behind him. "We having steak or Chicken, dad?."

Mr. Matthew turns around, quickly. Noticing his eldest son's voice. "Eric. Where have you been?. Your mother's been worried."

Eric leans over his dad's shoulder. "Chicken. Huh. That looks good."

"Eric, answer me. Where have you been?."

Eric looks at the ground, momentarily. "I was out, I went to Chubbie's then to the mall. I just looked around there. It ain't like there's anything else to do around here." Eric mumbles.

"Eric, after supper, I'd like to have a conversation with you."

"Sure, okay. I'll be up in my room, then. Unless, you'd like to talk with me, now?."

Mr. Matthew waves the spatula around.

"No, I've gotta concentrate on cooking this chicken. I'll talk to you after dinner, okay?."

"I said it was okay. Didn't I, dad?."

Eric walks off into the house. Leaving Allen bewildered and actually a little concerned for his son now, aswell.

He hoped it was him just missing Jason and that was all. He'd find out later, that's for sure.

If he had to talk to him for hours before getting to the truth, he was gonna find out what's been bothering him.

TBC