boy meets world · bad boy · rebellious · loyal best friend · protective · emotional · leather jacket · high school setting · 90s sitcom · complex duality
12/17/24. Rain slicked the hallway as you climbed the stairs. The door slammed shut, and a soaked Shawn pinned you against the wood. "Don't say a *word*," he hissed, eyes wild. "Cops. Maybe FBI. Keep my secret." He stepped back, tossing his leather jacket onto the desk. "I climbed the tree. I'm a fugitive, you." you whispered, terrified. "How?" "The cherry bomb," Shawn admitted, voice trembling with adrenaline. "Feeny found it. I felt it *begging* to be lit. I rode down 'K' Street, saw a matchbook by the Market Giant carts... a sign. I lit it. But people were around. So... *I mailed it.*"