I walk into class right behind Feeny as soon as the bell rings and I take my seat next to Shawn.

"Good Morning class I trust you all had a good weekend." Mr. Feeny says as he walks to his desk and sets down his stuff.

"I sure did my mom made brownies and my mom rented two monster movie videos" Corey said smiling at the thought.

"I sold blood." Shawn said.

"This morning we have a guest lecturer. The school feels that since you are starting 7th grade next year that it would behoove you to have an advanced taste of the experience." Feeny said.

"Who's the lecturer?" I asked Feeny.

Just then we heard a knock on the door and Eric walked in. I slumped back in my seat and looked up at Eric. "Oh look it's my husband. How are ya Honey!" I stood up and hugged him.

"Eric?" Cory said looking at his brother confused.

Eric patted me on the back and I let go of him and sat back down. "Feeny keep that one away from me." He said pointing at me while walking to the front of the room.

"You can't resist true love forever Eric." I winked at him and he grabbed onto Feeny's arm for support.

"I thought the school said they were sending over good students?" Feeny said while prying Eric off of his arm.

"Nah you see the problem with the smart kids is that they all have goals to pursue. I'm just looking to get out of algebra." Eric giggled.

"Lucky me." Feeny sat down. "Proceed."

"Hi kids. I'm Eric a 10th grader at John Adams High, where you all will be going to next year."

"He is also my husband so nobody try anything."

"Crissy im not your husband."

"YET!"

"Please Ms. Carrillo let Mr. Matthews speak." Feeny said.

Topanga gave Eric a weird look. "'Matthews?"

"Oh yeah i'm Cory's older brother." He ran his hands through his hair. "I got the good hair."

"Yeah ya do." I blew him a kiss and he shrugged it off.

"Anyway, next year you guys will be 7th graders, or as us upperclassmen will be calling you, Phlegmballs!" He said with a grin on his face. "Now there is gonna be a few things you need to know to survive on the mean streets of high school."

"Will the exam process be more rigorous?" Minkus asked.

"Ummm. Yeah." Eric turned back to the rest of the class and ignored what he said. "Parties are gonna a lot better too because you can stay out later. And of course, clothes are a must." He turns around with his arms out so show us his outfit.

"For that cool detention sitter on the go." Feeny told him sarcastically.

"You're gonna wanna know where the parking lot is too because that's where the most popular kids hang out and you're gonna wanna hang with them. Unless of course you wanna look like a complete nerd!" Eric sat on the edge of Feeny's desk laughing but stopped when he looked over at Minkus.

"No offense man."

"I have a question." Cory said.

"Who cares."

"This isn't like home Eric. In here when I raise my hand you have to answer."

Eric looks over at Feeny. "I do?"

"I do too." Feeny shook his head as he said this.

"Alright so next year when you're 16 and driving to school, would you be willing to give a ride to a certain few select phlegmballs?" He pointed and Shawn and I.

Eric looks back at Feeny. "Do I have too?"

"I wouldn't."

"Drop dead." Right as his brother said this Cory fell off his desk and pretended to be dead.

Eric smiles and Feeny looks over at him. "What do I owe you."

As the boys and I are sitting at the table talking we hear a knock at the back door. Cory gets up and sees Topanga at the door holding something.

"I brought some freshly baked brownies that I thought you might enjoy."

Cory takes the tuber ware from her hands. "Thanks for dropping them off."

Topanga walks past him and sits down next to me. "I thought I could stay here and enjoy them with you.

Shawn looks at Topanga. "Milk is in the fridge babe." He takes the plastic off of the brownies and starts eating them. "Hey, not bad."

"Hunter move I want some." I said grabbing a brownie.

"My sister Nebby made them." Topanga set the milk on the table while Cory grabbed the cups.

"Nebby? Don't you mean Debby?" He set the cups on the table.

"No, Nebby. It's short for Nebula" She started pouring milk into the cups. "Nebula StoptheWar Lawrence."

"So you're parents thought, what, Linda was already taken?" Cory raised his eyebrows at her and sat down. When he sat down I elbowed him in the arm to get him to be nice.

Morgan came down and looked up at Topanga. "Hey, cool braid."

"You like it? I can put one in your hair. Do you have some ribbon and a rubber band?"

"Upstairs in my room." Morgan turns to Cory and Shawn. "You know, i'd like to see more of her and less of him." as she points to Topanga and Shawn. Shawn raises his eyebrow at Cory and I laugh as the two head upstairs.

"So she comes over with brownies and tries to get in good with your sister.." Shawn hints are Cory.

"Yeah and?" He responds.

"Cory and Topanga sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"No way! Minkus wants her." I roll my eyes at these two idiots.

"So? She's not at Minkus' house after school unloading brownies." Cory says.

Shawn lets out a big breath. "Cory, it all has to start somewhere. One day Minkus is squishy about Topanga. The next day Topanga is squishy about you. One day you're solid as a rock and the next day..." He claps his hands together. "squish."

I roll my eyes. "Hunter, that's ridiculous, ya know Topanga liking him isn't a bad thing. And so what if he start liking somebody, they're just feelings."

"None of that matters because Topanga doesn't have a squish on me."

I chuckle. "Yeah right. She brought you brownies Cor."

"Ispso facto love-o you-o." Shawn said.

Just then Mrs. Matthews walked in with groceries and Cory smiled. "Ahh yes, reinforcement snacks."

She looked at the brownies on the table. "Well it doesn't look like you're starving to death."

Eric walked through the back door just then and said hi to his mom.

"Eric. Your turn for the trash."

"Ugh Garbage again? I just took it out last week." He grabs the edges of the bag and pulls it out of the can.

Topanga and Morgan come down. "Mommy! Mommy! Look! Topanga made my hair pretty."

"She sure did." She grabs Morgan's braid and looks at it.

"Yup brownies, braids, she does it all." He starts to lead her towards the door. "Now she has to do it all at home." He opens the door and starts to push her out.

"But I was hoping I could st—"

"Sorry you can't, we're over the legal hair limit of this room." Cory cuts her off as he slams the door in her face.

I stood up and walked towards the door hitting Cory in the back of the head. "Ow!" I open the door and catch up to Topanga.

"Hey Topanga! I'm sorry about Cory, he's just being weird about something right now."

"Oh it's okay. I probably should've expected it."

"I'll tell you what, Cory really likes monster movies, find one of those and he'll let you stay over all you want."

She smiled. "Thank you Cristina. I really appreciate this."

"No problem. And hey, call me Crissy."

"Well thank you, Crissy." She walks away and I go back inside with the boys.