DISCLAIMER: No I don't have or own rights to Boy Meets World. I'm just trash that enjoys writing filth.


Alan and Jack sat across from each other in a retro booth of some little snazzy joint. Even though the morning had proven to be stressful with the rental car inexplicably smoking they both were strangely smiling contented with each other's company.

"Isn't this a kick?" Alan boyish laughed. "Thought I'd be safe go with you boys. Guess its must just be my luck." Jack smiled and looked up at Alan.

"Or mine," Jack whispered. Alan tapped his fingers nervously against the table. "Least the store doesn't open for another hour or so. Otherwise, you'd have to wait down there by yourself." Alan's expression changed.

"Yea," Alan said his eyes looking down on the intricate tablecloth. "Ever since Eric left it gets a little lonely down at the shop. Don't get me wrong I love my baby girl, but I do miss having the boys around," Jack's eyes softened and he placed his hand over Alan's.

"Yea, I know," Jack cooed. "Sometimes, I miss my father. It's strange, but even though I have Shawn and Eric I can't help but feel completely alone." Alan ceased tapping his fingers and raised his gaze to Jack's eager brown eyes.

"I know the feeling," Alan confided and placed his other hand on Jack's then started to gently stroke it with the tip of his thumb. "If you're ever lonely you know where to find me." Jack smiled and slightly blushed.

"I may take you up on that offer," Jack could feel his heart beat wildly inside of his chest, and unknown to him so was Alan's. They sat there for a moment like that both hoping the other wouldn't hear each other's hearts beat. The moment soon vanished as Alan quickly moved his hand and Jack scooted over for a very irksome Eric to sit down.

"Guy down at the shop said he was sorry and didn't know why the car would be suddenly smoking," Eric rolled his eyes. "Said that since they didn't have a dealership here and there is shortage on cars it would be two days before they can replace it," Eric leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, that is just unacceptable," Alan, ranted. "Did you tell them that? Not having enough cars at a rental store that's a croc if you ask me," Eric nodded.

"I told them that Dad," Eric replied. "But if they don't have it, they don't have it what else can you do?"

"Eric, its their job if you own a business you need to be able to offer service to your customers," Alan continued his rant then stuck a finger at Eric. "Son, you've got to learn to stand up for yourself."

"Yea, Dad," Eric said through his teeth. "Sure," Jack cleared his voice.

"Hey! Where's this waitress?" Jack said smiling. "I'm starved."

"Yea, she looked like a cute little number." Eric smiled. Jack and Alan shared an uneasy glance at each other.

"She was a little too butch for my taste," Jack complained. Eric rolled his eyes again.

"Their never good enough," Eric quipped. Jack leaned his cheek against his hand.

"Not all of them, buddy," Jack, said into the tablecloth and Alan smiled.


Topanga and Morgan sat in the car listening to the radio both wrapped up in their own thoughts. Topanga cleared her throat and took out a stick of gum then handed another one to Morgan. Morgan held it in her hand watching the sun reflect off of the foil wrapper.

"I like your hair," Topanga complimented. "Its cute curled like that." Morgan shifted in her sit and Topanga continued. "I chopped my hair off once. I guess it was to prove a point," Topanga sighed. "That was a long time ago." Morgan scoffed and threw the gum out the window. "If you didn't want it then you shouldn't have taken it," Topanga scolded tapping the tips of her fingers against the steering wheel. Morgan turned to her head to Topanga and a sly smile snarled itself at the corners of her mouth.

"We 'chopped off' our hair for different reasons," Morgan stated. "You cut off to prove a point however childish it was it served a purpose. Mine had no reason." Topanga turned at the school and pulled up to the curb.

"Sure, you didn't cut it just to shock your parents?" Topanga smugly suggested. Morgan clicked her tongue.

"No, mine had no reason except I glanced at the scissors," Morgan said slowly. Topanga turned off the engine and shook her head slightly in disbelief and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not buying it," Topanga affirmed turned and briefly looked her. "We all go through stages and whatever one your in now just remember you've got a lot of people who care about you. People who worry about you and your personal happiness," Topanga reached out and touched the stitches on Morgan's knuckles. "People like Corey who broke his plans just to come and see if you were alright. We love you Morgan."

Morgan sat there in silence for a moment. Then she grabbed Topanga's hand and squeezed it violently until the stitches in her knuckles appeared to burst. Topanga winced in pain trying to free her hand and pleaded with Morgan to let go. Morgan ignored her and tightened her grip.

"People who worry about me. People like Corey who love me, eh? What about you, you shriveled-up-prude, do you even love me or my brother?" Morgan snarled through her teeth still crushing Topanga's hand while digging in her little bones into Topanga's plum flesh. "What about you, do you even love yourself? Look at you and what you've become. Once a brave little girl and now nothing but a sniffling lap dog for my brother's side. Call my age a phase, however Cupcake at least I know who I am." Topanga finally broke free from her clutch.

"I haven't forgotten who I am," Topanga said hotly lying to herself while hurtful tears sprang up in the corners of her eyes. "What would you know anyhow, you're nothing but a spoiled little girl,"

"I know your falling out of love with my brother," Morgan looked at her without stopping to blink. "And I can see your frightened," Topanga sensed some kind of arrogance in Morgan's voice.

"I'm not afraid of you," Topanga shouted. Morgan tilted her head and widened her eyes.

"Your afraid you're already lost," Morgan whispered calmly. Then grabbed her bag and stormed out of the car slamming it shut. Then she headed towards the entry to the building.

Topanga sat there staring at her swollen hand that looked like it had already started to bruise. Hotly she turned on the engine and veered out there crying uncontrollably.