Two stories updated within one week, a miracle, lol. I'd love to say it will continue, but life and work and stuff. Anyway, the next update will feature my spin on the honesty party. I was going to have part of it here, but it was starting to drag. And I'm also trying chapters a little shorter than my normal novel length ones to see if that helps me get things edited more quickly. That results in more chapters overall, but hopefully a better update schedule.

Thanks so much for the feedback to the previous chapter. :-)

"Eric! What did you do?"

He looked away from the display he was setting up and saw his dad coming towards him. He did not look happy. "I'm just arranging the summer stuff the way you wanted. What's wrong?"

"We just got our deliveries in."

"Today is delivery day, so that's good."

"No, not good. Do you want to tell me how the hell we ended up with twenty-four cases of these utensil sets," Alan demanded, holding a package of camping cutlery in his hand.

"You told me to order them."

"Not this many I didn't."

"Yes, you said to order twenty-four units. That's what I did."

"A unit is the individual product and for this product there were twelve units in a case. Meaning you should've ordered two cases. It is listed plain as day when you place the orders. Do you know how far over budget this mistake sets me?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I got mixed up."

"We've gone over this. Do I have to stand over you and hold your hand to make sure you don't screw up the deliveries?"

"I already said I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"You are going to get on the phone and you're going to stay on that phone until the distributor agrees to take the extra cases back."

"Fine, I'll do it after my lunch break."

"No, you get lunch when you fix this. Go call the distributor."

"But Angela's coming over and we're going to get something to eat between her classes. It's the only free time we had to see each other today. And I haven't really seen her in a few days because-"

"Oh, well. I need this taken care of." Alan spotted a couple of customers standing near the lanterns. They looked a little lost. "We're not done talking about this."

After his dad walked away Eric saw Angela standing on the other side of the counter. She was early. "So my day's going great," he stated sarcastically, shoving his hands into his pockets. "How about you?"

She smiled sympathetically and walked over to him. "You okay?"

"Please, it's not like it's the first time dad's yelled at me for screwing up."

"In front of customers?"

"Been there," he answered with a wave of his hand. "He flipped his lid when I brought a live bear into the store. I told you about the time I got the genius idea to hire a show bear to attract customers, right?" She nodded. "He got right in my face, too, and let me tell you- bears have really bad breath."

Angela knew this was bothering him more than he let on, his rambling was proof. She saw the look on his face while his dad was ranting. "In front of your girlfriend?"

"He didn't know you were there. Besides, how else were you going to be broken from the spell that I am utter perfection?"

"Oh, so this was an elaborate piece of performance art to remove my rose-colored glasses?"

"If I say yes will you believe me?"

She squeezed his hand. "I'm going to go around the corner and get us some sandwiches."

"That's okay. You don't have to do that." He shook his head. "What kind of idiot mixes up the units and cases?"

"You're human. You made a mistake."

"An expensive one," he added before muttering, "can't believe I did that."

"You'll fix it."

"I'm glad you think so. But let's take a rain check on lunch. I don't want you to listen to me grovel to the distributor over the phone."

"Do you want some good news?"

"Definitely."

She reached into her bag and took out some papers that were stapled together. "Check it out. The Eric Matthews' Full Proof Study System has another success story."

He smiled and skimmed her test. "Hey, you got a 98!"

"That's right. This brings my average up to a 93 which means-"

"No chemistry final!"

"Assuming I don't blow up anything during the labs that is."

"Just don't ever bring me to your labs and you'll be safe."

He was joking, but she still didn't like it. She took a few steps closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Have I ever told you how much it pisses me off when people put down my boyfriend? I get angry and protective and-"

"-and you beat them up? Because seeing that would be hot."

"Let's just say I'm tempted and leave it at that."

"Sounds scary."

"Oh it is…for the other person."

"I think I get what you're saying."

"Good. I'm still bringing you a sandwich."

Her tone left no room for argument so he didn't even bother. Eric quickly looked around and saw that his dad was still occupied with customers. He decided to take advantage of these few moments of freedom and leaned down to capture Angela's mouth in a kiss. When she tried to pull back he brought his hands up to cup her cheeks and deepened it instead. Her arms were still around his waist and he was caught off guard when her hands wandered, ultimately settling in his back pockets. She'd never done that before. He liked it.

The bells above the front door jingled and Angela remembered where they were. She reluctantly broke the kiss. "Your dad," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm already in trouble. How much worse could it get?"

"Eric! Did "call the distributor" sound like "make out with your girlfriend"? Get on the phone!"

He sighed and kissed her one last time before pulling away. "Sorry."

"That's okay." She quickly ran a thumb across his lips to eliminate all traces of her lip gloss. "I'll be back with your lunch." Once Eric disappeared into the back Angela found herself alone with Alan. It amused her to no end that he seemed just as uncomfortable as she felt. "Well…bye."

"Sorry about your date, but Eric will never learn if he doesn't fix his screw ups."

"Maybe things would be different if you stopped expecting him to fail."

"Excuse me?"

"Try having some faith in him." Eric had mentioned to her recently that it seemed like his parents were just waiting for his next crisis to occur. He didn't blame them based on his past behavior, but admitted it was exhausting to have people watching and waiting for a mess to clean up. "It's just something to think about." She shook her head. She didn't come here to get into a disagreement with Mr. Matthews. "Goodbye."

/

/

"Do you even go to school here anymore or are you just taking up half a dorm?"

Shawn barely acknowledged his friend when stormed into their room. Instead he remained focus on the book in his hands.

"Hello?" Cory whipped a pillow across the room. He was only mildly satisfied when it hit Shawn in the face. "Are you listening to me?"

"It's kind of hard to tune you out."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

He sighed and put his book aside. "What's up?"

"You missed classes again."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yes, Cor, I know."

"Where were you?"

"I woke up this morning and asked myself a question. Did I want to go sit in a classroom for hours listening to teachers drone on and on about shit I don't care about or did I want to go take pictures of hot girls and make money?"

"The photography studio again? Come on!"

"No, you come on. Everyone always says go to college to get a job that gets you money, but if you can skip the classes and go straight to the money what kind of idiot would say no?"

"You'd be the same idiot who is my best friend and promised to go to school with me."

"I said I'd give it a shot. The shot's been taken." He took a slip of paper out of his pocket and held it up. "I like the side that gives me money."

Cory's eyes grew wide when he saw the amount on the check. It was definitely more than he got helping out his dad on the weekends. "Yeah, that's great and everything, but-"

"Let's face it, I figured out the loophole. I beat the system. I'm making money now. For once in my life I am ahead of the curve. Who needs college?"

"What are you saying? You're dropping out before we even finish freshman year?"

"I haven't officially decided yet, but-"

"No! Nope! No, sir. It's not going to happen. Not on my watch."

"It's not your decision."

"Is this all because of Angela and Eric?"

"It's everything, Cory. This year has sucked big time. I lost the only person I've ever really loved, my dad died, I found out that I'm basically a charity case to Jack's rich stepdad, and-"

"That's not a reason to drop out of school and throw your life away."

"Throw it away? I have a job- a job I'm actually good at- that gives me money and allows me to hang around hot women...sometimes they're in next to nothing."

"It doesn't matter how many hot women there are or what they're wearing or not wearing. You're still not going to have the woman you really want."

"This isn't up for debate. It's my choice."

"Debate, good idea. Maybe we can discuss it as a group at Rachel's dinner party Saturday night."

"I'm not going to the stupid dinner party."

"Why not?"

"Hmm, let's see…three happy couples and me? That's not my idea of a good time."

"So bring a date. Who knows, maybe Angela needs the jolt of seeing you with someone else to realize how much she misses you." He could already imagine Topanga's reaction to what he just said. She'd been on him to be more welcoming and supportive of his brother and Angela and he was trying, but this was Shawn's future at stake. This was sudden death overtime. Anything goes.

He had to admit it wasn't a terrible idea. "Who would I bring?"

"You were just bragging about hot models. Bring one."

"I don't know if Jack and Rachel's dinner party is a model's dream hangout."

"Then show up to a class or two and meet a girl and bring her."

"Is this just an elaborate set up to get me back into the classroom?"

"If it works out that way I won't complain. Will you just promise me something?"

Shawn sighed, feeling a guilt trip coming. "What?"

"At least finish the year. We're so close to the end of our freshman year. Go to the rest of your classes and take your finals. It would be a waste if you stopped now."

He hated to admit it, but Cory had a point. He'd still be stuck owing Jack's stepdad money for this year anyway- the man said he was happy to help and wasn't expecting to be paid back, but Shawn refused to be indebted to Jack's family. "If I do this and I decide not to come back next fall you won't have a meltdown?"

"I'm not making any promises, but at least you'll have one full year under your belt."

"Whatever," he mumbled.

It was as good as a concession in Cory's eyes. He opened his backpack and handed over a sheet of paper. "Here: I wrote down all the assignments you missed."

Shawn put the paper aside and moved towards the door. "Later."

"Where are you going now?"

"I've got to find a date for Saturday, right?"

Cory lie back on his bed and put a pillow over his face. He just wanted one day without drama. Was that too much to ask?

/

/

"So today was fun," Angela said as Eric led her into the Student Union. There were more people milling around than she expected on a Friday night. Shouldn't they be partying? After their missed lunch the other day they'd both been looking forward to Friday- their day. They went to the science museum, had lunch, he indulged her with a trip to a new bookstore she's wanted to check out, and she returned the favor by going to the arcade and watched him play his favorite game. They still weren't ready for the day to end so they had dinner followed by a movie and some ice cream. "By far the best eleven hour date I've ever been on."

"Me, too. I usually get tired of a person after like…hour four, but not with you."

"That's always good for the girlfriend to hear." She linked her arm through his and debated momentarily before speaking again. "You want to come back to my room?"

It was the first time she's asked him that. "What about Topanga?"

"She's out with Cory. They went to a stage adaptation of some book they're reading for English." Topanga said something about it being extra credit, but admittedly Angela hadn't been paying much attention. "They won't be back for a while."

"Sure."

She nodded. "Good."

Eric didn't know why he was nervous. He was going to Angela's dorm. He's been in dorms before...in girls' dorms. Hell, he's been in her dorm before. Granted, that was only for a few minutes here and there- mainly if she needed help carrying something. And she's been in his room multiple times and they were together in her room at her dad's. But this was the first time she'd actually invited him inside to stay awhile. Something about having an invitation made it feel different. Usually they had to worry about Topanga and Cory, not to mention Shawn across the hall. Angela fumbled with her keys and he wondered if she was a little nervous, too. He held no expectations for what the night would bring, but it was still a step forward in their relationship.

"Here we go," Angela said, pushing the door open. "Sorry. The lock sticks sometimes. We put in a request to get it fixed, but you know how long that stuff can take."

"It's better than having a lock that doesn't work at all." He looked around. Nothing had changed much from the last time he saw it, although Topanga's side of the room was notably messier. "What happened over here? Pangers get robbed?"

She smiled. "Contrary to the vibe she puts out, Topanga is not always the neatest person in the world. If she knew you were seeing this she'd freak."

"Cool."

"You want something to drink?"

"Sure."

"Water or soda?"

"Soda's fine."

She retrieved the drinks from the mini-fridge and placed them on the nightstand. "What are you doing over there?"

"Sitting."

Angela gestured to her bed. "Plenty of room here." She reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet.

"Sorry, didn't want to assume or-" His words were cut off when she kissed him. Eric didn't know if it was the thrill of finally being in her room or if it was because this was the first time they'd been alone all week, but her kiss felt different. It was more intense. And much like she did the other day, her hands snaked around his waist before finally drifting lower. "So this is new," he said when he had to pull away for air.

"What is?"

He mimicked her actions and lightly rested his hands on her behind. "Not that we haven't gotten a little grabby sometimes but..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Crap, he probably sounds too eager. "No. I like new- especially with you. New is good."

She smiled before kissing him again. "There's nothing wrong with experimenting with new ways to have a little fun, right?"

"I'm always up for some fun. Er-wait a second. Let me rephrase that."

"It's okay," she interrupted with a chuckle. "I know what you mean. And it probably seems weird to you that I'm ready to...advance our fun but not for all the way sex. It's a bit of a mystery to me, too, but it's like I said: I've been burned before by rushing all in too quickly." She played with the buttons on his shirt and tried to find a way to verbalize what she was feeling without hurting him. "It's not that I don't trust you, I do, but-"

"I'm not going to say it's easy. There have definitely been more cold showers ever since we got together, but you're worth it. I want that next level and I want to be closer to you, but I don't want to mess things up between us. We can take all the time you need."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"And just so you know, I don't think it will be much longer."

Stay calm. Breathe...just breathe. "Oh?"

"I mean, we do need to discuss it first, but you're not the only one who wants to be closer. It's not easy to kiss you goodbye at the end of the night." She grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him flush against her. "But lucky for us we don't have to say goodnight yet."

"Yeah," he whispered, awestruck when she undid the top few buttons of his shirt. Angela had never been timid with him, but this boldness and open desire to be with him was hot as hell. "Lucky us." Eric moved back half a step and the back of his knee hit her bed. He looked at her, wanting to see how she wanted to proceed. Seconds later he was on his back and Angela was climbing on top of him to straddle his lap. This was usually when his alarm clock interfered and the dream ended. He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs until they came to rest on her hips. She definitely felt real.

"Are you okay," Angela asked.

"I'm great."

"Good." She tried in vain not to squirm as his fingers found their way under her top and danced along the skin of her waist. "Is this revenge for me discovering you're ticklish last-" Before she could finish her thought Eric sat up and hugged her close, crushing her against his chest. The fervor of his kiss took her right back to their first. He'd been surprisingly take charge and dared her to match him in intensity. She was happy to oblige then and even more eager now. Their mouths dueled for dominance and she grinned when he relented and lay back against her pillows.

He was either being rewarded or tortured. At the moment Eric couldn't decide which. Angela was in his arms, her lips were on his, and he was completely at her mercy. He remembered to breathe- barely- when she removed her sweater and tossed it to the side in one fluid motion. The red lacy fabric they lay beneath it left little to his imagination. She trailed kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. He hadn't even noticed she'd unbuttoned the rest of his shirt until her mouth followed the path her hands had just taken. She was somewhere near his navel when it occurred to him that he'd better regain control of the situation. Of course that was before she glanced up at him with a coy smile that made his stomach do flip flops. If this was torture it was the absolute best kind.

"Ang-Angela. Angela, wait."

She kissed her way back up his chest before settling again on his lips. "I'm having fun, how about you?"

He moved hair out of her face. "I am...lots of fun. But if nothing else is happening tonight we need to-"

"Oh, uh…" She was unable to meet his eyes. "I'm not-"

"We just have to slow it down. That's all." He was a little confused about how she could not be ready, yet do whatever this was they were doing. But ultimately that didn't matter. Eric didn't want to do anything to rush her or wreck their relationship. He brushed his knuckles along her jaw and kissed her gently.

She returned the kiss before rolling to her side to lie beside him, pressing a warm palm to his chest and laying her head against his shoulder. She felt lightheaded, like she did that time sophomore year of high school when someone spiked the punch. It was very intoxicating to know your partner wanted you. Getting that carried away hadn't been part of the plan, not that she had a plan. Planning would've required rational thought and she had been operating solely on instinct...with a healthy dose of hormones and emotion thrown in as well.

Eric's mind had drifted to baseball, his grandmothers, his grandmothers playing baseball...though how Nana Boo Boo would be able to round the bases in her wheelchair was a real head-scratcher. Would it work to her advantage or would it be easier for players to tag her out. And what about Grandma Bernice? There's no doubt in his mind that she'd drive her RV onto the field if needed: Bernice was ruthless. Despite the inanity in his brain he heard Angela's whispered thanks. "For what?"

Unable to look at him, she reached for his hand instead. "Most guys would be mad at me for starting something and not finishing it. They'd call me a tease or worse. Then they'd try to pressure me and lay guilt trips. Thank you for not making me feel bad."

"It sounds like something that's happened before."

She shrugged. "It never got them the results they wanted."

He was overcome with the urge to go beat up these faceless guys who pressured her. He hoped he never made a girl feel like that and it bothered him that couldn't say for sure. "I'm not mad. A little frustrated or disappointed, maybe, but not mad."

"You're sure? If you are and want to leave it's okay. I'll understand."

"Why would I be mad? My girlfriend wants me!" He laughed when she did, relieved to see her tension start to fade. "Trust me, there's no bigger turn on than that."

It seemed they were on the same page there. "Even if it's not happening tonight?"

"Even if it's not tonight. We just-we have to work on our signals. It would probably be a good idea to check in with each other before we're half naked." She nodded. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you think I was mad?"

"You were pretty quiet. That's an obvious sign with you. You're only quiet when you're upset."

"I was thinking."

"About what?"

"Nana Boo Boo and Grandma Bernice playing baseball," he admitted. "I think they'd both play dirty and cheat to win."

"I'm trying not to take that as an insult, but why are you thinking about them?"

"Because I'm a guy and when a guy is in this situation there are two outs: baseball and grandmothers. Don't ask me why. It's just the rule. So, you see, it's not an insult." He ran his hand along the curve of her hip and smiled when she automatically shifted closer. "It's a compliment. I needed baseball and grandmothers. You have that much power."

"Very smooth."

"I thought so."

"Although 'I'm flattered' seems like the wrong response."

"Do you want me to go home?"

She shook her head. "Stay."

"You know, we could try again...if you want. How else are we going to figure out our signals if we don't practice?"

"Practice? I suppose that's one word for it. Sure you can handle it," Angela teased.

He rolled over and draped his arm across her stomach. "Oh, I'll be fine. You on the other hand…" Eric traced the outline of her bra and failed to hold back his grin when her breath hitched. "…what do you think of revenge?"

/

/

"Come on, Topanga, don't you think you're overreacting," Cory exclaimed, following his fiancée down the hall. "People fall asleep in the theatre all the time."

"Yes, but most people don't snore loud enough to disturb the actors on the stage!"

"I'm sorry. It's been a long week. Finals are coming soon, we're trying to plan a wedding, and Shawn is being Shawn. I'm tired. And you have to admit that the lead actor guy was boring. He had no personality."

She couldn't argue with him there. By the fourth monologue it was all she could do to stay awake herself. "Okay. I suppose the most important thing is that I got my extra credit and can keep my spot as number one in the class."

"That's the most important thing?"

"You got your extra credit, too. That will boost your average solidly to the middle of the pack."

"Wow. Okay, here I was going to say that the best part was we got out of this school and spent the evening together. It was school-related, but we still got out."

She came to a stop in front of her dorm. "You fell asleep."

"And your shoulder was my pillow," he said, taking hold of her hand. "What's more romantic than that?"

"I suppose it was nice to be out and once finals are over and summer is here we have some serious dating to catch up on."

He smiled. "I do like the sound of that."

"And I like the sound of you saying I do," she said, placing a hand over her heart.

"I do, too."

Topanga dug her keys out of her purse. "Tomorrow we devote the day to wedding planning so we can say it for real and soon."

"I do look forward to that. Too much," he asked when she wrinkled her nose at him.

"I do believe so." She put the key in the lock and struggled to turn it. "I swear, by the time maintenance comes to fix this thing we'll be old and gray, sending our kids here."

"Kids?" Cory moved to take the key. "Let me try."

"No, you're too noisy and Angela might be sleep-" The door finally opened and Topanga's jaw dropped at the sight that greeted her. Angela was in their room but there wasn't any sleeping going on. Cory's gasp was audible and she didn't need to look at him to know there was an epic freak out coming. She wasted no time shoving him back out into the hall and closed the door.

"Oh, my God! Topanga did-did you…oh, my God! They were-they-"

"I know. I have eyes." She pushed him around the corner and into the bathroom. "I guess she forgot to put a rubber band on the doorknob."

"A rubber band? That's what you're focusing on?"

"What would you rather I focus on?"

"I don't know, how about betrayal!"

"What betrayal?"

"Betrayal to us and our retinas, but mostly to poor Shawn not even twenty feet away." He rubbed his eyes. "We'll call it a tie between Shawn and my retinas. Ahh," he shrieked, rubbing harder.

"Did you poke yourself in the eye again?"

"I wish! It's them…the image of them. It's not going away!" He ran over to the sink and stuck his face under the faucet. "Make it stop!"

Topanga tried to decide what to do next. She couldn't very well hide out in the bathroom until Eric left, but she didn't want to barge in. Cory would cause a scene, a big one, without hesitation. She had visions of campus security being called, maybe men dressed in white with big butterfly nets, too. "I'll be right back."

He spun around to look at her, oblivious to the water he tracked all over the floor. "Are you going to confront them when they're in the middle of…" He scrunched his face up. "Oh no I just pictured it again!"

"Cory, quit it. They're two legal adults in a committed relationship."

"No, we're in a committed relationship. They should still be passing notes back and forth asking if they like each other. In the land of commitment they know nothing!"

"You need to calm down. I know you're surprised, me, too, but relax. Besides, if it makes you feel better I'm pretty sure they both still had their pants on."

"Oh, thank you, that's just what I need- more visuals in my head. And how hard were you looking if you saw pants?" Instead of offering another counter, she headed towards the door. "Where are you going?"

She shook her head. "I'm going to call Angela."

"Something tells me she's not going to answer."

"Then I will call until she does. I'll tell her I forgot my key and ask her to unlock the door for me in about a half hour when we get back to campus."

"But we're already here, Topanga."

"No, we're not. You're taking me out for pie."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are."

Cory wanted to argue, but was silenced by the look on her face. "I'll have some pie. But you're paying."

"Fine."

"And I'm getting ice cream on the side."

/

/

"Cory, are you in here," Topanga called out as she entered the bathroom the following morning. "We were supposed to meet at eight to discuss wedding stuff. I just got off the phone with our top places. I need you to look at these dates. Venues are filling up fast."

"Nope, I'm wet and naked."

She followed his voice to one of the shower stalls. "So am I."

He peeked out from behind the curtain. "Liar!"

"Cory-"

"I can't look at wedding stuff when I'm naked. Now if we were talking the honeymoon that'd be different."

"Cory, there will be no wedding until I buy my dress and choose flowers. And I can't buy my dress or choose flowers until we pick a date. And if there is no wedding do you know what else that means? No honeymoon!"

"Will I ever get to see you naked?"

She rolled her eyes. It had been a while since he'd gone off on a tangent about them dying virgins. She suspected walking in on Eric and Angela last night was the trigger for today's rant. "Someday."

"Ooh, Sunday?"

"Cory!"

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "I need a gesture of good faith. Show me your tushie!"

"You're being ridiculous."

"I'll show you mine."

"Nice butt, Cor."

"Ah!" He turned around and saw Angela standing there with a smirk on her face. "Don't you have another Matthews' butt to ogle?"

"What?"

"Nothing." He triple knotted his robe. "Just quit treating me like a piece of meat."

She shook her head and went over to the sink to brush her teeth. "It's too early for you to be this Cory."

"Cor, great news, I got a-" Shawn froze when he saw Angela. "Oh, hi."

She smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "Morning. So, what's the good news?"

"It's nothing."

"You sure?"

"Cory, here." Topanga pulled a razor out of her toiletry bag. "I ran out of razors so I borrowed yours'."

"You used my razor? The one I use on my face?"

"I needed to shave my legs. You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind? Don't be ridiculous! That only brings us much closer. I'm very happy about this newest development in our relationship."

"Good." She placed a legal pad on the bench. "Now please look at those wedding dates."

"Sure thing, my smooth one." As soon as she was around the corner he made a gagging noise and ran to the sinks. "I'm going to be sick."

"What?"

"She used my razor!"

"What's the big deal," Shawn asked. "I think it's sexy."

"I do, too," Angela chimed in.

"Her stubble on my face is sexy? You're all sick!"

"Topanga," she called out, "Cory's freaking out because you used his razor."

"Shut up you big liar."

"Why wouldn't you have just said something?"

"I don't mind." He laughed nervously. "I think you using my razor is very sexy."

She could tell he was lying through his teeth and held up the razor. "So, if I were to use this razor right now to shave under my arms, you'd be okay with that?"

"Sure." He watched in horror as she brought the razor to her underarm. "Oh, the humanity! Please don't!"

"Why wouldn't you have just told me the truth?"

"You don't want to hear the truth."

"Cory, if we're gonna be married, we have to be able to be totally honest with each other. We should learn from this." She nodded, her mind made up. "From now on: total honesty."

"It's a trap," Shawn hissed.

"So you're saying I can tell you the truth about everything?"

"Trap, trappity, trap, trap…"

"Yes."

"Trap. Such a big trap, you stupid idot."

Cory ignored his friend. "I can tell you exactly what I think with no fear of repercussion or lots and lots of yelling?"

"Knock yourself out."

"Topanga If you don't mind; keep your paws off my razor."

She handed it back. "Done."

"Huh. Honesty all the time. Okay. Don't drag me to anymore chick flicks. I hate them."

"All right, I suppose we can take turns picking-"

"And the Ice Capades! Hate 'em."

"Dear lord it's like watching a runaway train," Angela remarked to Shawn as Cory continued to list things he no longer wanted to do.

He nodded. "He's going to crash and never know what hit him."