by Sara Jaye
For 30smiles on LJ
"I can't believe you actually thought you were turning into a werewolf," Topanga laughed. "Didn't you ever stop to think the fortune teller was a little...well, off?"
"Hey, everything she said would happen, happened!" Cory said.
"Don't you think it was a little strange how she just happened to pop up at the same time the wolf escaped? And the day before Halloween?" Topanga asked. "That probably wasn't even a wolf that bit you."
"Well, maybe." Cory shrugged, the leaves crunching under his feet as he walked. "But it could have been! They still haven't found it, you know. It could be lurking about this very minute, watching us!"
Topanga laughed.
"You don't actually believe that, do you?"
"Why not?" Cory looked offended. "There's no proof that werewolves don't really exist!"
"And there's no proof that they do exist," Topanga countered.
"Then how do we know which one of us is right?" Cory asked.
"We don't," Topanga said. "And we probably never will."
"But one of us has to be right!" Cory protested.
Topanga laughed.
"Remember that math problem Mr. Feeny gave us in the sixth grade? Two guys washing the car?" she asked. Cory stared.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Remember how we all learned there isn't always a right answer, or sometimes there's more than one? If I remember correctly, you were the one who said so...after your mother told you, of course," Topanga said.
"Right, after I found out she and dad were sneaking off for romantic evenings every week," Cory said. "I still don't see what that has to do with werewolves, though."
Topanga smiled.
"This is another instance where there's no right or wrong answer, Cory. The existence of werewolves is an age-old debate, and we may never have a definite answer," she said. "Now let's talk about something more interesting."
Cory, a little slow on the uptake, just blinked.
"What do you mean we might never have a definite answer?" he asked.
"So, that was a nice party," Topanga said, eager to push the conversation elsewhere.
"Hey, come on! Don't leave me hanging here, Topanga!" Cory begged. "What did you-"
"Cory!" Topanga sighed. "What will it take to stop your obsession with this so-called werewolf?"
Cory suddenly grinned.
"So, about that kiss in my room earlier..."
Topanga blushed fiercely.
"Let's go back to the wolves!"
"Oh, no you don't," Cory taunted. "You asked what it'd take to get my mind off the wolves, and this is it!"
"Cory!"
"Come on, be honest...you didn't even try to stop me back there. Go ahead, tell me how dangerous I am!"
Topanga took his hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Will you settle for 'unpredictable'?" she asked.
Cory's teasing expression softened into a genuine smile.
"Yeah."
The werewolf question forgotten, they walked the rest of the way talking easily about school and other things.
But Cory was still determined to get a straight answer from someone. 'Maybe not tonight, maybe not even a week from now, but sooner or later,' he thought.