DISCLAIMER: I don't have or own any rights to Boy Meets World. I'm just poor white trash.
There was once a boy that lived with a girl in the city who received a phone call in the middle of the night. The October moon had a foreboding shine to it as it shimmered through the window. The silver strands of the night's light gleamed in her blonde hair she had been awake since she heard something stirring outside the bedroom. Like a creature of the night she crawled out of bed and in a daze wandered over to the door. Behind the door lay her lover sitting on the couch. He was huddled over and his hands were on his head. She watched his fingers weave through his thick curls. She tilted her head and with tender eyes crept over to him.
"Honey," she whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Mom called," he answered.
"What did she want?" she asked lowering to her knees before him.
"I don't know, Morgan has been having problems," he yawning.
"Thirteen is such a rotten age," Topanga sympathized.
"Mom called from the hospital," Corey kept his glaze low and paused before saying. "It didn't sound serious, but Mom was pretty freaked out,"
"Suicide?" Topanga gulped.
"No," he said quickly. "No, she just busted open a few knuckles from punching a mirror,"
Topanga started to think about the moon outside and how different she was now from when she was thirteen. She would probably be dancing under the moon and singing languages only her and the trees could understand. She smiled at the idea of her and her sister Nebula running around the yard and kissing imaginary princes under the moonlight. Now, nature held nothing for her it was just like buying floor wax.
"Wow," she sighed. "What a night. Won't it be nice to leave all this behind for a few days?"
Corey got up quickly walked to the bedroom and turned on the light. Topanga sat there alone and looked at her shadow before following him. She stood in the doorway and watches him pick some clothes from out of the closet and place them on the bed.
"What are you doing?" she questioned her eyebrow raised.
"I promised my mom that I would go home for awhile," he replied without looking at her.
"How…" she stammered completely dumbfounded. "How could you do that? We've been planning that trip to the cabin for months! What are we going to tell the others?"
"I'm not stopping anyone else from going," he continued packing. "Besides, Mom already called Eric he's going home too,"
Topanga stood there her anger rising unconsciously she placed her hands upon her hips.
"Corey," she hissed. "COREY! Stop what you're doing and talk to me!"
Corey threw a sock on the floor then placed his hands on his hips and looked at her.
"What?" he yelled. "My Mom called me crying, begging me to come home. She's too afraid to leave Morgan by herself! And I've just got this horrible feeling something's wrong." his eyes softened. "I just, I just need to go home,"
Topanga stood there then started to pick clothes out also.
"What are you doing?" Corey asked.
"Your family is my family. If you need to go home I do too," she answered. "Besides the idea of you packing your own bags isn't only humorous it's just absurd,"
Corey grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.
"Thank you," he started to kiss her neck.
Topanga just stood there looking at moon. She remembered a time when she couldn't think about her body in scientific terms. Her body parts like clouds just floated around in a pale blue sky. She looked at Corey she loved him so much, but she couldn't feel him just like moon he mixed in with floor wax. Playfully, she pushed him away until he gave up and tried to help pack.
The following morning Eric called and informed them that Shawn and Jack both decided to take a vacation over at the Matthews.
