Boy Meets World Confessions

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The first thing you noticed about Shawn was that he always looked like he didn’t quite belong anywhere.

He leaned against his locker like the hallway noise didn’t exist, leather jacket slung over his shoulders, fingers lazily flipping a coin. Everyone knew him as the troublemaker, the guy teachers sighed about and parents warned their kids about.

But you saw something different. You saw the way his eyes softened when he laughed with Cory. The way he lingered after class like he wasn’t ready to go home.

The way he sometimes stared out the window like he was thinking about a thousand things he couldn’t say and somehow, he started sitting next to you.

It started with small things. Sharing a pencil. Borrowing notes when he skipped class.m Walking you home because “your street is on my way anyway.”

(You later learned it definitely wasn’t.)

Tonight, though, you found him sitting on the school bleachers long after everyone had gone home. The field lights glowed softly against the dark sky. You walked over slowly.

“Thought I might find you here.”

Shawn glanced up, surprised, before that familiar crooked smile appeared.

“Do you always stalk people at night or am I just special?”

You sat beside him, bumping his shoulder lightly.

“Only you.”

For a moment neither of you spoke. The quiet wasn’t awkward though. With Shawn, it never really was. Finally he sighed, staring at the field.

“Ever feel like everyone else has their life figured out except you?”

You glanced at him.

“All the time.”

He chuckled softly, but it sounded tired.

“My dad says we might move again,” he muttered. “Another town, another school… same old story.”

Your chest tightened.

“You’re leaving?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged, though his jaw tightened. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

The thought of Shawn just disappearing made something twist painfully in your chest. Before you could overthink it, you spoke.

“I’d miss you.”

Shawn blinked, clearly not expecting that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your voice was quiet but steady.

“You act like you don’t belong anywhere, but you do. You belong here. With Cory… with your friends…”

You hesitated.

“…with me.”

The words hung in the air. Shawn stared at you for a long moment, brown eyes searching your face like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. Then he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re weird, you know that?”

You smiled.

“Maybe.”

He shifted closer on the bench.

“Most people don’t say stuff like that to me.”

“Well, most people are wrong about you.”

Shawn looked down, quiet again. Then his hand slowly slid across the bleacher until his fingers brushed yours.

“Thanks… for seeing me, I guess.”

Your heart fluttered. You squeezed his hand.

“Someone has to keep you out of trouble.”

He smirked.

“Hey, I’m very charming trouble.”

“You skipped three classes today.”

“Details.”

You both laughed, the tension fading. After a moment Shawn leaned back against the bleacher rail, still holding your hand.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “if I do end up moving…”

You looked at him nervously.

“…I’d still come back.”

Your eyebrows lifted.

“For Cory?”

Shawn shook his head. His eyes met yours, softer than you’d ever seen them.

“For you.”

Your face warmed instantly.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah.” He squeezed your hand. “Turns out… I kinda like having someone who believes in me.”

You smiled, leaning your shoulder against his.

“Get used to it, Hunter.”

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Still Wanna Be With You

girlfriend!reader x Eric Matthews

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Eric is really upset and feels like a failure when you get into college and he doesn't

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: angst, fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: hiiii! i love this idea so much. ISTG I just saw this episode, I'm in season 4 for the second time. Guess who is almost to Chick Like Me! Anyways, enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The acceptance letter from Pennbrook sat on your desk.

Normally, it would have been one of the happiest days of your life.

Instead, all you could think about was Eric.

You found him sitting alone on the swings behind the school.

His shoulders were slumped.

His hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

And for once, Eric Matthews wasn't smiling.

Your heart immediately hurt.

You sat down on the swing beside him.

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

The chains creaked softly as you gently rocked back and forth.

Finally, Eric sighed.

"So congratulations."

You looked over.

His eyes stayed fixed on the ground.

"You got into Pennbrook."

The attempt at sounding happy didn't fool you for a second.

"Eric..."

"You deserve it."

His voice cracked slightly.

"And I don't."

The words hit harder than you expected.

You reached for his hand.

Immediately.

Without hesitation.

Eric finally looked at you.

His eyes were full of disappointment.

Not in you.

In himself.

"I didn't get in."

"I know."

"I'm such a loser."

"No."

He laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Y/N—"

"Eric."

Your tone stopped him.

For a moment, he just stared at you.

You squeezed his hand.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you?"

His expression said he was pretty sure he didn't want to hear the answer.

You smiled softly.

"I see the guy who makes me laugh when I've had the worst day imaginable."

His gaze dropped.

"I see someone who cares about people more than he realizes."

Still nothing.

So you continued.

"I see someone who would do anything for the people he loves."

Eric swallowed hard.

"And I see someone I'm completely in love with."

That got his attention.

His eyes immediately lifted to yours.

You smiled.

"There he is."

For the first time all afternoon, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Just a little.

"Y/N..."

"You not getting into Pennbrook doesn't change any of that."

You shifted closer.

"Not one thing."

His voice was quiet.

"But you got in."

"Yeah."

"And I didn't."

"So?"

Eric looked genuinely confused.

"So?"

You nodded.

"So."

He shook his head.

"I don't want you dating some guy who couldn't even get into college."

The statement made your heart ache.

You immediately grabbed both of his hands.

"Eric Matthews."

He blinked.

"Listen carefully."

Now he knew you were serious.

You leaned forward slightly.

"I don't love you because of where you go to school."

His eyes softened.

"I don't love you because of grades."

A pause.

"I don't love you because of college acceptance letters."

His grip tightened around yours.

"I love you because you're you."

For several seconds, Eric couldn't speak.

The disappointment was still there.

The hurt was still there.

But some of the fear had begun to disappear.

"You really don't think I'm a loser?"

The question came out so quietly that it nearly broke your heart.

You immediately shook your head.

"Never."

His eyes grew suspiciously shiny.

You smiled.

"And whether you're at Pennbrook, another college, or figuring things out completely..."

You squeezed his hands.

"I'm staying."

A laugh escaped him.

A small one.

But a real one.

"You are?"

"You're stuck with me."

That finally earned a proper smile.

The one you'd been missing all day.

Eric shook his head.

"I seriously don't deserve you."

You grinned.

"Probably not."

"Hey."

You laughed as he nudged your shoulder.

For the first time since the rejection letter arrived, some of the weight on his shoulders seemed lighter.

Not gone.

Just easier to carry.

Because now he remembered something important.

No matter what happened next...