"So, what did you think of the pizza?" Shawn asked as Topanga swallowed the last bite on her plate.
"Well…I can't say that it was awful…"
"So," Shawn grinned, "You liked it."
"It was…good," Topanga nodded, "Not what I'm used but still good."
"I'm glad you liked it. So, no homework tonight. What do you want to now?"
"Do you have any good movies?"
"Other than Attack of the Killer Jello – the film adaptation, then no."
Topanga rolled her eyes, "Fine. No movies then. Um…we could just talk. We haven't done that in forever it seems." She nervously bit the bottom of her lip, not quite remembering the last time that she and Shawn had actually shared a real conversation not involving Cory.
"Sounds good. What do you want to talk about?" Shawn asked as he and Topanga began to clear the dishes.
"I don't really know."
"Why is this suddenly so hard?" Shawn voiced the question that had been eating at the back of their minds for the past two days, "I mean, we never used to have trouble talking."
"True," Topanga nodded, tossing a leftover crust in the trash, "I guess we could talk about…well…we could just start off with, 'Hi. How've you been?'"
"Sounds good to me. I've been pretty good lately. I actually made a B on a Feeney test last week and I like having this place all to myself. It's good to have some alone time but I'm glad you're here with me, 'Panga."
"I'm glad I'm here too," Topanga didn't understand the tell-tale blush creepy up her cheeks.
"So, how have you been?" Shawn asked.
"I've been better. My parents are fighting and my mom is considering leaving us and Cory is becoming more stifling than usual. He was calling all the time and it's getting on my nerves. When I ask my mom about staying here the rest of the week, I'll tell her to just tell Cory I'm out with a friend. It'll drive him nuts but I just can't take him sometimes."
"Ha, tell me about it!" Shawn laughed, "If you don't call at exactly five, he starts pacing and gets all paranoid which is very entertaining to watch but still, you can't help but wish he'd just calm down."
Topanga nodded but didn't meet Shawn's eye.
"What's wrong?" He pried.
"Nothing," Topanga shook her head, "I just feel bad about talking about him. He really is a nice guy."
"Yeah. Hey," Shawn nudged her, "No more Cory-talk, 'k?"
"Okay," Topanga nodded, "Uh…Shawn…I don't mean to be picky but you did just dump half that thing of soap into the sink. Don't you think it's a tad…much?"
"No," Shawn shook his head, "You want clean dishes, right?"
"Yes but I don't want to be wasteful and besides, the bubbles are starting to overflow."
"They are not going to overflow," Shawn shook his head cockily, "I think I know what I'm…oh crap!"
Bubbles were starting to fly everywhere and there was no stopping them. They oozed and trickled out of the sink and down the cabinet pooling into a sudsy mess on the floor. It was almost unreal – like a scene from a movie or a slapstick comedy.
"Shawn!" Topanga complained.
"Oh shut up! I've done dishes lots of times!"
"Uh-huh," Topanga nodded, unbelievingly, "This is a mess. Go get a mop or something."
"A mop," Topanga repeated impatiently.
"I uh…don't think we have one of those."
"Oh my gosh! You guys are impossible!"
"I have towels," Shawn proclaimed in an evident attempt to redeem himself of lack of mop, "I'll go get some!"
"Good," Topanga nodded her approval, "If we use the towels to mop this up, I think we'll be fine."
Shawn started off to go get the towels but after a few steps slid on the sloshy mess and grabbed onto Topanga to balance himself out. Unfortunately, his plan did not go quite as he had hoped and instead of balance, he found himself lying on top of Topanga in a mess of sudsy bubbles.
"Shawn, look what you did!" Topanga cried but she did not seem upset.
"Sorry," Shawn mumbled as he forced himself off of her, "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"It's okay," Topanga nodded as she rolled over into the mess. Shawn did the same.
"You know," he smirked, "You look ridiculous."
"Wha…" Shawn interrupted her by smearing a handful of bubbles into her hair, "SHAWN!"
"TOPANGA!" Shawn mimicked.
"Oh you are positively infuriating!" Topanga rolled her eyes, "And you should be one to talk?"
"You look utterly ridiculous too," Topanga smirked as she tossed a handful of suds into his face.
"Eyes, 'Panga, not near the eyes!" Shawn shouted dramatically.
"Oh don't be such a drama queen."
"Drama queen?" Shawn wiped the soap from his eyes, "Is that what you think? Well, Little Missy, how's this for drama queen?" Shawn leered as he grabbed a handful and smeared it into her hair and all over her face.
"Oh don't be such a drama queen."