When someone tells you they love you, what do you usually do? Someone I always thought of as a best friend told me they loved me. Their best friend is in love with me. Their best friend is my husband. His name is Cory. My name is Topanga. Cory's best friend is Shawn. And Shawn's just told me he loves me. What do I do? Slap him? Say something? Or should I just walk away?

"Topanga? Are you alright?"

"What? Yeah. I'm fine. I just told Cory that I'd meet him at four."

"It's three."

"Oh Jesus! Are you serious? I need to go!" I started running away, I didn't know what to say.

I was at Shawn's house, discussing Cory's surprise birthday party, when he told me. Now I was running out of the house, running to my car. While I was in my car starting up, I glared back at Shawn's door. He was staring at me, pain in his eyes. I finally got myself to rip the tension between our eyes, and zoomed away.

The whole trip home seemed to take forever, and I sat in silence. No music, and I didn't hear any of the cars around me. Then I suddenly outburst, and starting talking to myself outloud, probably looking crazy to the people driving by. "How could this happen? How could Shawn be in love with me? Come on, me? I'm so weird. We're nothing alike. Maybe that's what he likes about me. Or maybe he likes the fact that he can never have me. Damn it. This is going to drive me nuts. I need to get inside his mind. Figure out why. But I can't just straight out talk to him about it. That might seem like I love him too. But then again we aren't in high school anymore. That's such an immature way to act and think. But then again we are a weird bunch of people. Son of a bitch!" I slammed down on my brakes, I almost ran a red light.

I finally got home and fastly walked inside. Cory was on the couch in our living room watching tv. "Topanga. Where have you been?"

"Target." I said blankly, and sat down next to him.

He gave me kiss on the cheek, and I placed my head on his shoulder. "Why didn't you get anything?" He asked me.

"I... umm... found out I didn't have any money in my wallet. haha. Silly me. Silly me indeed."

Cory looked at me confused, but went along with it.

He gave me another kiss on the cheek, and went back to watching tv.

"You want something to eat?" I got up, asking Cory about a hour later.

"Umm.. sure... I'll have some chicken. If we have any."

"Of course we do." I said, and I went into the kitchen, and turned on the oven.

"We should invite Shawn over tomorrow night for dinner." Cory raised his voice, so I could hear him all the way.

"Really? Didn't we just see him last week?" I said, trying my hardest to get us not to be all together until we had to be.

"Why yes we did. But you know... I liked seeing my best friend so much that I figured I do it again. You know... maybe we should see him once a week from now on." He said sarcastically. "What the heck is wrong with you Topanga?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong. I was just saying." I saw Cory shrug, and I went back to making our dinner.

After I put the chicken in the oven, I started the timer, and sat down next to Cory again.

"Maybe we should set Shawn up with someone. How about that one girl from your work? What a fox." I said, hitting him with my elbow.

"What's wrong with you today? First you act like you don't wanna see Shawn. Then you randomly wanna set Shawn up with someone. And now you're calling some girl I work with a fox. Are you try to tell me you're a lesbian or something?"

"Don't be silly. I just don't want Shawn to be lonely anymore. He's my best friend too."

"Topanga... he isn't lonely."

"You don't know that."

"Fine. I'll talk to her about it at work tomorrow." He gave me a kiss, and we went back to watching tv.