DISCLAIMER: I don't own or have any rights for Boy Meets World. I'm just trash who enjoys writing filth.


After a pleasant dinner with the parents at childhood restaurant favourite Chubbies the charming group parted ways for the evening. Then after bidding good night to the Mister and Misses the young adults ran out into the electric moonlight.

They found themselves hours later at a deserted parking lot next to an old drive-in movie theater. The ill orange glow from the blinking street lamps illuminated the glittering pavement as the bottles of cheap alcohol lifted their wiry spirits.

"Not even a day in and I'm already tipsy," Eric announced to the empty streets.

"They say you can never go home again," Topanga somewhat tipsy herself analyzed.

"You can never go back…sober," Eric roughly blurted out and laughed at himself. The others found themselves giggling along as well.

"Point taken," cutesy Jack appointed and then suddenly his expression changed. "Too bad we didn't get to go to the cabin,"

"I know," Eric drunkenly whined. "Miles away from civilization with good company and completely smashed. Enjoying mother nature at her finest," he closed his eyes tightly imagining it.

"Look on the upside," Jack reasoned. "This way you can still feel the isolation and the need to be intoxicated all because of YOUR mother,"

The small cluster of smiling faces chuckled at that thought. They stood together in a tightly knitted circle behind their beat-up rental car. Eric and Jack true comrades leaned against each other in an attempt stand-up straight while passing a flask between them. Topanga lovingly snuggled herself in Corey's welcoming, warm embrace. It was Shawn who stood alone. Hungrily his eyes searched the barren lot and it seemed his gaze even looked through it as well. He greedily took another swig from the bottle of cheap whiskey that in retaliation burned its way down his throat. Shawn felt hot tears sting around the edges of his eyes and deeply breathed in.

"But here we are," Shawn stated. "What do we do now?"

"We should head back," Topanga answered reasonably. "It's past late and I don't want to wake-up your parents," she spoke while looking at Corey who responded with a yawn.

"Leave it to the old couple for bed time," Eric mocked with a smirk.

"Checking in your dance shoes so early?" Jack added. Topanga raised a single eyebrow at the two boys.

"That's not what I was asking," Shawn interrupted them then looked at gravely at Corey and Eric. "What are YOU going to do?" The group suddenly grew silent knowing his true meaning. "We can party anywhere," Shawn's voice softened. "But I thought there was a reason for choosing here,"

"I thought there was too," Corey replied his voice growing distant. "But I don't know if I can see it through," Corey's mind painting the alarming images of Morgan appearing like death in that doorway. Her young face cruelly taunting and teasing him.

Shawn noticed the unease in Corey's stature and decided not to push further. Instead he hastily finished the remainder of the bottle. The lukewarm liquid burning and releasing him like a bittersweet chorus crying out to everyplace he would let himself feel. In reaction to this brief moment of mass emotion he threw the empty bottle out into the velvety darkness, and waited to hear it shatter in the distance. He imagined the shards of glass sprinkled over the bits of trash and cigarette butts glistening profanely against the filth of the night.

Moments later they all crawled in the car the tires leaving swirls of gust in the stale air. Leaving that lonely space behind them as if casting off old skin. Together they would coat themselves in the familiar shell of childhood happiness. Each waiting patiently to go back into the house they would always associate with safety and affectionately remember in dark hours.

Little did these darlings know, that what appears to be safe and comforting are only false hope. Jealousy, hatred, and lust the vicious wills in nature are always eagerly waiting to wrap its arms around you. If you are within grasp they will squeeze you tightly. Morgan being a curious child always knew this. The knowledge of this seemed innately branded in her soul. She also knew that she would be the one to open the door for the unknown to waltz dangerously in and break down all foundation in its wake.

Morgan leaned limply against the windowsill her vacant gaze wildly watching the world outside. She eased a small smile as the car pulled up. She watched her intoxicated brothers and friends stumble blindly around in the dark. Internally, she called out to one masking her thoughts in mystery and enchantment enriching his mind with fantasy and gore.

"Look at me," she whispered into the glass. "Look at me," she could feel her hot breath warm the cool glass briefly. She watched as those hungry eyes rose to meet hers. "Look at me," she called.