DISCLAIMER: I don't have or own any rights to Boy Meets World. I'm just poor white trash.

Morgan sat across the street from the school leaning against the trunk of large willow tree. Leo sat across from her he had his face in the warm sunlight and his expressions were hidden behind his sunglasses. Music drifted in the air from Leo's car. The song was wiry, however, a melancholy undertow to it. Eden lay on the grass with a flower twirling in her hand and sang along with the words. Both vintage teenagers were much older than Morgan, however, the harmony of their souls were passed and taken in like the brightly colored pipe between them.

"You're different Morgan," Leo began the sweet smoke dreaming into his thoughts. "See, we're all just empty shells and only a few of us have a lost pearl,"

"Morgan Le Fey of the Matthews," Eden smiled.

There was a pause while they watched the sun meander through the tree branches.

"I thought Morgan Le Fey was villain," Morgan sighed.

"No," Leo answered. "She was just misunderstood,"

Across the street they heard the last bell ring for the day.

"School's out," Eden whispered while picking the petals off the flower.

"Not that it matters, huh?" Leo said looking at Morgan.

"Don't you ever miss it?" Eden asked looking at Leo.

"I wouldn't want to go through it again," Leo smiled. "But, yeah, I miss it,"

"Do you remember Mr. Turner?" Eden giggled. "I had such a crush on him. He was just so smooth,"

"Except the mullet had to go," Leo chuckled.

"He probably fucked your mom," Morgan smirked.

Leo sat there a second looking up at the sky.

"I think he did actually," Leo stated.

Both of the girls began to laugh.

"It's not funny," Leo tried not to smile. "Fuck, so Morgan you need a ride home?"

Morgan nodded and Leo got up and strolled over to help her up.

"You want to hang out later?" Leo's asked while a soft light surrounded his boyish face.

Whenever an attractive young man would look at her like that, she would get a certain snarl in her face causing her to smile and make her heart light. However, underlying the smile was the knowledge that such a pair could never exist. She wasn't one of them. Sometimes she just lost herself in their eyes and when she came back she just let go.

"Maybe," Morgan answered but they both knew what that meant.

The two vintage teenagers drove Morgan home in their old beat-up car. Later that night their young bodies would be tangled up together in a sea of satisfying sexual release then in the morning they would lay together naked and dream about the stars.

When Morgan arrived at her house she was dreaming of Eden and Leo together dancing together in a world full of glitter and sunlight. With every thought of them together she felt a tinge of pain that quickly disappeared and left her empty. So when she saw all the familiar faces of her brothers and their friends together staring at her, her mind went blank.

"Why are you all smiling?" she simply asked then went upstairs.