The Mistake, chapter seven
SORRY for not updating sooner!! I drifted away from for awhile. I start school Monday (.) but I'm going to try to get this story and my FOUR others wrapped up so I can move on, lol. I may delete Denial, so that may leave only 4. Review!
Topanga sat by her mirror and brushed her hair. She was still in shock, at the thought of Amy and Alan dead. She had gone to them for advice before, had known them for years. She had known them as long as she had known Cory. She also couldn't believe Mr. Turner had actually decided to take on four kids. Four MORE kids. Although she applauded Jon's attempts to keep Shawn out of a brutal state system, she had at first questioned his efforts. Then she realized that he could handle Shawn. They were cut from the same rope. They didn't want to be prohibited...
But four more kids, including an infant and a young girl. Eric would be old enough to move out soon enough, but Joshua still had at least sixteen years before Jon could ask him to move out.
She was lost in thoughts when she heard a knock on her window. She saw Cory's face through the rain-splattered window and smiled.
She opened the window. "Hey, Cor. What's up?"
"Come on. Please," he said. He face was tear-streaked and his hair was fuzzier than usual, not to mention his wet clothes.
Topanga hesitated. "It's gotta be forty degrees out there, and it's running. And it's late."
Cory didn't answer. Topanga realized his urgency and sighed in submission. She grabbed a jacket and locked her door from the inside. She called to her parents "I'm going to bed!" and switched off the light, then headed out the window. Cory went before her, to spot her.
When they got to the ground, Cory pulled her into a kiss. "What was that for?" She asked surprised. Lately, even before...the accident, they hadn't been kissing as much. "Just..because. Can't I kiss you just because?" Cory laughed an empty laugh.
Topanga just smiled a little and took his hand. They walked a little to the park where they had met eachother. At first he was silent, but then he began pouring his heart out.
"Topanga, I can't believe this. It's not fair. They just had Joshua. God..." Cory started crying, which quickly evolved into sobs. Topanga put her arm around him and his head rested on her chest. "They were just going out. So many people do that everyday. Drunks. All sorts of people. Why people with four kids?"
Cory quited again and even though Topanga didn't know what to say, she had a feeling that wasn't what he wanted. She had heard everyone at the funeral, at the house afterwards. "IT's okay, you'll get over it. God has a plan for everyone." That wasn't what he wanted. She wasn't 100% what it was exactly, but she knew it wasn't telling him that he'd get over it.
"I love you, Cor."
He nodded into her shoulder.
Suddenly, a flash of light went over the grass and they shot up. "Cory!" He heard Shawn yell.
"Shawn?" Cory exclaimed. "No, Turner," Shawn said, grinning. Only until Shawn stepped into a street lamp did Cory recognize him.
"Turner's really worried about you, man. You can't just disapear like this," Shawn said slowly, choosing his words carefully.
Cory didn't say anything. He just climbed down. "I need to take Topanga home, Shawn. I'll be here in a few minutes."
"No, I'm coming with you."
"I don't need a baby-sitter, thanks anyways."
"Cory..." Topanga tried to say but Shawn interupted him.
"We're more alike than you think. You're NOT running away from this, Cory. You're not. You have three kids at that house who still need you. You're not leaving them."
"What are you blabbing about now?" Cory demanded, even though he knew what Shawn was saying. Cory wasn't going to come back.
"You know what I mean, Cor. And you're NOT leaving this. If you're here or in some other town, you still know your parents are dead, okay?"
Cory just stared at him.
"I'm sorry, man. But you can't treat people like crap just because you have problems."
Cory still didn't say anything. He just took Topanga's hand and walked off, Shawn trailing behind them.
Ten minutes later, they were on their way to Turner's apartment when Cory finally talked.
"You're right."
"Huh? Can-can I hear that again?"
"Funny, Shawn. You're right."
"I never get enough of those words."
For the first time in a week, Cory smiled. A genuwine smile, and it felt good. It was quickly wiped off with a pang. He shouldn't be happy.
They walked slowly to the apartment. By then, it was past one AM, and they still had school.
Before Cory or Shawn had opened the door, Cory stopped him. "Turner DID know that you were coming to find me, right?" He demanded.
Shawn looked around sheepishly and opened his mouth to speak when Turner swung the door open and glared at them.
"Uh, no," Shawn said meekly.
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SORRY for not updating sooner!! I drifted away from for awhile. I start school Monday (.) but I'm going to try to get this story and my FOUR others wrapped up so I can move on, lol. I may delete Denial, so that may leave only 4. Review!
Topanga sat by her mirror and brushed her hair. She was still in shock, at the thought of Amy and Alan dead. She had gone to them for advice before, had known them for years. She had known them as long as she had known Cory. She also couldn't believe Mr. Turner had actually decided to take on four kids. Four MORE kids. Although she applauded Jon's attempts to keep Shawn out of a brutal state system, she had at first questioned his efforts. Then she realized that he could handle Shawn. They were cut from the same rope. They didn't want to be prohibited...
But four more kids, including an infant and a young girl. Eric would be old enough to move out soon enough, but Joshua still had at least sixteen years before Jon could ask him to move out.
She was lost in thoughts when she heard a knock on her window. She saw Cory's face through the rain-splattered window and smiled.
She opened the window. "Hey, Cor. What's up?"
"Come on. Please," he said. He face was tear-streaked and his hair was fuzzier than usual, not to mention his wet clothes.
Topanga hesitated. "It's gotta be forty degrees out there, and it's running. And it's late."
Cory didn't answer. Topanga realized his urgency and sighed in submission. She grabbed a jacket and locked her door from the inside. She called to her parents "I'm going to bed!" and switched off the light, then headed out the window. Cory went before her, to spot her.
When they got to the ground, Cory pulled her into a kiss. "What was that for?" She asked surprised. Lately, even before...the accident, they hadn't been kissing as much. "Just..because. Can't I kiss you just because?" Cory laughed an empty laugh.
Topanga just smiled a little and took his hand. They walked a little to the park where they had met eachother. At first he was silent, but then he began pouring his heart out.
"Topanga, I can't believe this. It's not fair. They just had Joshua. God..." Cory started crying, which quickly evolved into sobs. Topanga put her arm around him and his head rested on her chest. "They were just going out. So many people do that everyday. Drunks. All sorts of people. Why people with four kids?"
Cory quited again and even though Topanga didn't know what to say, she had a feeling that wasn't what he wanted. She had heard everyone at the funeral, at the house afterwards. "IT's okay, you'll get over it. God has a plan for everyone." That wasn't what he wanted. She wasn't 100% what it was exactly, but she knew it wasn't telling him that he'd get over it.
"I love you, Cor."
He nodded into her shoulder.
Suddenly, a flash of light went over the grass and they shot up. "Cory!" He heard Shawn yell.
"Shawn?" Cory exclaimed. "No, Turner," Shawn said, grinning. Only until Shawn stepped into a street lamp did Cory recognize him.
"Turner's really worried about you, man. You can't just disapear like this," Shawn said slowly, choosing his words carefully.
Cory didn't say anything. He just climbed down. "I need to take Topanga home, Shawn. I'll be here in a few minutes."
"No, I'm coming with you."
"I don't need a baby-sitter, thanks anyways."
"Cory..." Topanga tried to say but Shawn interupted him.
"We're more alike than you think. You're NOT running away from this, Cory. You're not. You have three kids at that house who still need you. You're not leaving them."
"What are you blabbing about now?" Cory demanded, even though he knew what Shawn was saying. Cory wasn't going to come back.
"You know what I mean, Cor. And you're NOT leaving this. If you're here or in some other town, you still know your parents are dead, okay?"
Cory just stared at him.
"I'm sorry, man. But you can't treat people like crap just because you have problems."
Cory still didn't say anything. He just took Topanga's hand and walked off, Shawn trailing behind them.
Ten minutes later, they were on their way to Turner's apartment when Cory finally talked.
"You're right."
"Huh? Can-can I hear that again?"
"Funny, Shawn. You're right."
"I never get enough of those words."
For the first time in a week, Cory smiled. A genuwine smile, and it felt good. It was quickly wiped off with a pang. He shouldn't be happy.
They walked slowly to the apartment. By then, it was past one AM, and they still had school.
Before Cory or Shawn had opened the door, Cory stopped him. "Turner DID know that you were coming to find me, right?" He demanded.
Shawn looked around sheepishly and opened his mouth to speak when Turner swung the door open and glared at them.
"Uh, no," Shawn said meekly.
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