Boy Meets World- "How Time Flies"
Chapter 1- Good Morning
Topanga rolled over in the bed to see her sleeping husband laying next to her. "Good morning, hon'." she whispered as she stared at him.
Cory smiled and planted a kiss on her cheek "Good morning."
He got up, walking around in his white t-shirt and blue boxers. He stretched and yawned, and then walked into the kitchen of the couple's two story house in Philadelphia. They had moved back a year ago so they could be closer to their family.
A little boy with light curly hair in a pair of Spiderman pajamas ran out of the bedroom down the hall. "Daddy!" he yelled as his ran straight into his father and wrapped his arms around his legs. He looked up at his father with big brown eyes and grinned from ear to ear.
Cory reached down and picked the boy up. "Hey Noah," he carried him towards the fridge, "What do you say? Froot Loops this morning?"
"Yes!" the boy answer excitedly and giggled.
"Alright, Froot Loops it is." Cory got the milk, the cereal box, and a bowl and set them down. He sat Noah on the counter. "You know, I'm an expert chef." He finished pouring the cereal in the bowl and then he was pouring the milk over that. He was lifting the carton higher above the bowl as it poured, and then back down again. Cory lifted a spoon out of the drawer and placed it on his nose where it hung for a moment, then fell. Noah laughed, "Dad, you're silly."
Noah was eating his cereal while Cory poured two cups of coffee, one for himself and one for his wife.
He handed the mug to her as she walked in. She placed a kiss on top of her son's head.
Cory bowed his head toward her, "Forgetting someone?"
She laughed and kissed his forehead.
"So, Noah, sweetie, you going to help mommy and daddy clean up the house to get ready for our guests?"
"Yes." He replied while turning his spoon into an airplane, making a buzzing noise as he put the spoon in his mouth and then smiled.
"That's my good boy." She stated while taking a sip from her coffee.
"All done." He said a minute later as he finished his breakfast.
Cory looked at his wife and smirked, "You know what time it is now..."
"Tickle time." She said as she grabbed her son off the counter and began to tickle him. Cory joined in and Noah was laughing uncontrollably.
They put him down on the floor and he ran towards his room.
"Clean up your toys!" Topanga called after him.
Cory wrapped his arms around Topanga's waist, "So, is it my turn now?"
"Oh, you'll have your tickle time later," She replied, "I promise."
"Will you be rough with me?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, and I'll wear the red lingerie that you like so much."
"Oooh... Cory likes..." He said excitedly and kissed her.
"Alright, well I need to clean the living room and get the guest beds all set up."
"And I'll just clean out the kitchen." He said while looking around in the fridge.
"No, you're going to clean the bathroom." Topanga ordered.
"Aw fine." he agreed and they walked off in separate directions to get the jobs done before their guests arrived.
Shawn and Angela were sitting at their kitchen table, each reading their own section of the newspaper. "Wow, look at this," Angela said while turning her page towards Shawn, "A woman shot her husband 8 times with a shotgun after finding out he had cheated on her like, years ago. And he didn't even mean to do it, apparently. But in my opinion, he's an ass. I mean, cheating is still cheating no matter what, right, Shawn?"
He had a piece of toast stuffed in his mouth. "Yeah." He said through the toast.
"I'm so lucky to have you. The most amazing man on earth." She kissed him softly and then took her breakfast dishes to the sink.
"Yeah... she wouldn't think so if she knew the truth..." He muttered to himself.
"Honey, can you go wake up Danny and Jessie?"
"Sure." He said and walked into his son and daughter's room. He sat down on the edge of his son's bed and gently shook him awake. The boy looked almost like a five-year-old version of Shawn. Same face and the same amazing hair. "Hey, buddy, wake up. Time to rise and shine."
Danny sat up and wiped his eyes. "Dad, can I please go back to sleep?"
"No, your mother wants you to wake up now. Get dressed." Shawn said, then moved over to his daughter's crib on the other side of the room. He picked up the sleeping infant, "Good morning, Jessica, my little sweetheart. How are you doing this morning?" He asked in a soft voice. She just spit up a bit in response. "I'll take that to mean you're doing well."
"Okay dad, all dressed." Danny said, standing proudly in the middle of the room in a t-shirt and shorts.
"Looking smart." Shawn stated and gave his son the thumbs up.
Angela came and poked her head in the door, "If we want to make it to Cory and Topanga's at three, we'll have to leave here at two."
"Oh... great..." Shawn groaned.
"Why don't you want to go? We haven't seen Cory and Topanga in like, two months. And we're going to see Jack, Rachel, and Eric too."
"Oh, that's all?" Shawn said, feeling a bit relieved of what was bothering him.
"Wait, I think Morgan will be there too with her daughter."
"Oh..." was all he said.
"You got a problem with seeing all these people again?"
"No, no problem at all. I'll make sure I'm ready to leave at two."
Angela sighed, "Fine." She walked in and took Jessie from Shawn and walked out again.
"Dad, you okay?" Danny asked as he noticed the worried expression on his father's face.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about some stuff, that's all." He lied. He wasn't fine. Inside his mind he was thinking about how he desperately wished to get out of this so he wouldn't have to face the one person he'd hurt the most.
Jack was staring out of the airplane window as they approached Pennsylvania. His wife, Rachel, was sleeping in the seat beside him, a magazine was sprawled across her chest and she was snoring quite loudly. But Jack didn't mind that at all. He was used to it. The passengers around them, however, were not too happy. They were flying from their home in Houston, Texas because they'd been invited to the little reunion at the Matthews home. Jack laid back in his chair and took a little nap himself.
Eric sat on the couch of his parents' home, flipping through the channels. He burst out laughing, then changed the channel, burst out laughing again, and changed the channel again.
"Eric, what are you doing?" Alan Matthews asked as he walked out of the kitchen in his pajamas and bathrobe.
"I'm trying to watch every channel at once." he flipped the channel again and laughed very loudly, "Hah, I love Spongebob."
Alan rolled his eyes. "Okay... you just go on doing that..." he walked back into the kitchen, "Amy, are you sure you weren't drinking while you were pregnant with that boy?"
"Alan, ease up on him. He just got fired from his job at the office and he's a bit crazy right now."
"He's always been like this. And instead of sitting there, watching television all day he should be out trying to find a new job so he can support his own damn self!"
"Alan Matthews! He's our son and we will help him as much as we have to."
"You just don't want to let him go. You just want to keep him around the house forever to shelter him."
"You know I'd love to see my son grown up and successful, but that doesn't seem to be an option right now. He needs to have time to get back on his feet. He can stay here as long as he has to."
"Why doesn't he stay in his own apartment? Oh, wait, that's because he got evicted for stalking the lady next door to him!"
Amy sighed. "Whatever. He's my son and I'm going to take care of him."
The microwave made a beeping noise. Amy went to it and pulled out a cup of hot cocoa and began added marshmallows to it.
"And now you're making him cocoa?"
"Yes." She answered plainly and carried the mug into the living room where Eric was now sitting next to 8 year old Josh. Now they were both continuing to change the channel repeatedly and laugh hysterically.
Morgan was preparing to leave her apartment to go to work at the grocery store. She grabbed the diaper bag off the table and picked her daughter up out of her highchair. The small blonde child's name was Ashley Lillian Matthews and she had been born in September. Nobody knew who the father was. Except Morgan knew. She was just keeping it was secret.
She locked the door and walked across the hall. An older woman answered the door and welcomed them inside. "Good morning, Morgan." She said and then changed to a sweet voice as she let the baby grab her hand "And good morning to you, cutie pie."
"Thanks again, Mrs. Jacobs. I really appreciate this."
"Oh, believe me, it's never a problem for me to watch Ashley. She's just so adorable. I'd keep her if I could." The woman smiled.
"Well, I'm sorry, but you can't keep her today," Morgan laughed softly, "we're going over to my older brother's house today and we'll be there for three days. He's having a bit of a reunion and I haven't seen him in at least six months. I haven't spoken much to my family since Ashley was born."
"Aw, well that's too bad you don't get to talk to them much. Everybody needs family."
"Yeah, I know..." she mumbled. Ashley began to get fussy from being held. "Well, I need to go now or else I'll be late. And I really need this money."
"The father still ain't helping you with anything?" Mrs. Jacobs asked sympathetically.
"Nope..." Morgan shook her head. "But that's alright. He wasn't ready to be a father anyway. He's always been a bit irresponsible. I don't need him."
There was silence for a moment.
"Well, you best get going. I'll see you at three o'clock when you come to pick up Ashley."
"Thank you." She handed Ashley to Mrs. Jacobs and kissed the child's cheek, "Be good, babe."
Ashley giggled and Morgan walked out the door.
Hey. It's Kelly. I was reading over the original How Time Flies that I wrote during the summer of 2006. I really how short and crappy it was, so I decided to rewrite it. This is longer and as you might notice if you read the old one there are many changes. I hope this version will be better. Please review and let me know if I can improve on anything. I love hearing your thoughts. Thanks for reading this chapter. Chapter 2 will be out soon. -Kel.