The hallway was the same chaotic mess it always was between classes. Shawn had you pulled in close, his hands resting comfortably on your hips, and your fingers loosely tangled in the collar of his shirt. The world around you had faded into background noise. You’d both been stealing moments like this more and more lately.

And, of course, that meant Cory had to ruin it.

“Oh, fantastic,” Cory muttered, walking up with his arms full of books. “Right on my locker. Nothing says ‘happy Wednesday’ like watching my best friend suck face before I can even get my history book.”

Neither of you broke the kiss.

Cory stood there a moment, trying to will you both into stopping through sheer passive-aggressive energy. “No no, it’s fine,” he continued, louder now. “I love watching public displays of affection where I’m trying to exist. Really adds flavor to my day.”

Shawn didn’t even pull back. He just opened his eyes slightly, still very much attached to you, and said flatly, “Cory… not now.”

You stifled a laugh against his mouth.

“Oh great, she thinks it’s funny,” Cory huffed. “Shawn, you used to be cool. We used to talk about important things. You’ve changed.”

That’s when Topanga showed up, slipping in beside Cory like she’d been summoned by drama. “What did I miss?”

“Just my social life being dismantled,” Cory declared.

Topanga rolled her eyes. “It’s their moment. Let them be cute.” Cory pointed. “That locker and I have history.”