“They could’ve created a television show around our lives, with all the drama we created. Especially around the love triangle that wasn’t a triangle.” Shawn grinned. “Despite all the rumors that went around in high school and college.”
“High school? They started in junior high. You weren’t considered a stud just because of the flippy hair and smoldering looks, you know.” She snorted. “You still haven’t ever told Cory that you were my first kiss, have you?”
“Heck no! He’d go all Cory Matthews and make us go on another date.” Shawn mock shuddered. “That kiss, by the way, is still the worse of my career. Blech.”
“Glad to know I hold such a special place in your heart and life.” Topanga replied dryly. “Love you, Shawnie.”
“Love you too, ‘Panga.”
He laughed and hung up, turning his attention to the conversation ahead.
Maya was curled up in the chair with her back to the door, absently flipping through and art history book, when someone lightly tugged on a curl of her hair.
“Shawn!” She exclaimed, jumping up to greet him with an impulsive hug that left them both stuttering and awkward as they sat down.
He settled in, fixing her with a look, and waited. When she didn’t immediately start talking, he raised his brows. “What’d I miss, and who do I have to beat up?” He was only half joking, but it was enough to bring a brief smile to her face.
“Did you ever have a crush on Topang–Mrs. Matthews?” She blurted out.
He didn’t seem surprised by the question, merely taking a sip of his drink and sitting back in his chair.
“Yeah, of course I did. We grew up together, practically from first grade on up. And once she got over the weirdness, she turned out to be really hot.” He said candidly, just to see the teen roll her eyes and blush. “But I knew, probably before they did, that Cory and Topanga were meant to be together.”
“How?” She frowned. “How did you know? Because I’ve heard the stories, and don’t get me wrong, I love the Matthews. But they don’t seem to have any…spark…between them.”
“Spark? You think Cory and Topanga don’t have any spark?” He sputtered through his laughter.
“No – of course they do!” Maya hastily placated him. “But like I said, I’ve heard the stories. And I see how they are now. There’s genuine affection and love. But there isn’t really any…”
“Fire?” Shawn suggested dryly. “You’re expecting big fights, with bigger makeups – and make outs – like you see on television and in the movies.”
She wrinkled her nose, probably at the fact that they were discussing her history teacher and best friend’s parents’ love life, but nodded.
“Maya, most relationships aren’t like what you see on television. They’re not that extreme – going from one emotion to another like that. It sounds exhausting, quite frankly.” He said gently.
“But everyone – including them – has said that they were acting like an old married couple since they were Auggie’s age, practically.”
Shawn didn’t immediately respond, thinking about his answer – and the reasons behind her questioning.
“I knew that Cory and Topanga were meant to be because even when we were kids, and thought the opposite sex had cooties, they still gravitated towards each other. They thought the other person was fascinating, for some inexplicable reason.” He smirked, caught up in old memories. “And trust me, Maya, the spark was always there. Cory and Topanga were just that oddball fairytale couple that actually got to know, like, understand – mostly – and appreciate their partner’s mind before they got to the physical.” He laughed. “Their first kiss? Cory had Einstein hair and he and Topanga were hand-cuffed together to the lockers at school for some reason – probably a feminist protest of Topanga’s that she pulled him into.”