Cory/Shawn Subtext: I Was A Teenaged Spy
This is the second subtext entry. And, you know, I'm thinking of making some kind of essay or at least an explanatory post on why I really, really like them, because a lot of people just don't get it.
I'm a sucker for bestfriends to boyfriends. I can't help it.
Here's the subtext transcript:
I Was A Teenaged Spy
The episode in which Cory goes back in time. Maybe. Possibly. Or just has a very vivid dream, about 1957.
At Chubbie’s, Cory, Shawn, and Topanga all have their usual booth. Cory and Shawn on one side, Topanga on the other.
Topanga: Cory, you’re the one who broke up with me. Don’t you understand that?
Cory: Of course, I do. I know exactly what you’re saying. And if you’re not careful, I’ll break up with you again.
Topanga: Cory, you’ve got to stop living in the past.
She leaves. Shawn’s grinning hugely.
Shawn: She’s right, Cor.
Cory: No, she’s not, Shawn, come on.
Shawn’s smile fades. Cory eyes Shawn’s half-drank soda.
Cory: You gonna finish that?
Shawn: It’s yours, buddy.
Cory: Of course it is, because you’re my friend. And I’m your friend. And that’s the way it will always be, and there’s nothing complicated about that.
Shawn looks down at his hands during Cory’s speech, pokes his bottom lip out.
Cory stops before taking a drink, eyeing Shawn’s fries. Shawn smiles, resigned.
Shawn: You want my fries?
Cory (snatching them): Well, only if you’re not gonna eat them.
{I don’t know, but there’s just something about Shawn in this scene. He doesn’t seem altogether happy about Cory’s measurement of them. Not that he’s not pleased that they’re friends, I don’t think, *of course*, but when Cory disagrees with Shawn about Topanga being right, the smile slides right off his face, it’s a reaction. And then, when Cory says ‘that’s the way it will always be’ - it happens again, and this time, he looks seriously unhappy. I’m not even *digging* here, I don’t have to. Yikes, Shawnzie, you’ve got it bad, don’t you?}
* * *
In 1957, at John Adams.
Cory: It really is the 50s. This is... hunky dory.
Cory looks around, sees Shawn (very slick, styled hair, awesome leather jacket) by his locker, surrounded by girls. They scatter as Cory approaches.
Cory: Hey-hey, all right, you’re here, too.
Cory holds out his hand. Shawn doesn’t take it.
Shawn: Don’t handle the merchandise unless you intend on paying the price.
Cory: Shawn, come on, it’s me.
Shawn: First of all, I don’t know who me is, and second of all, it ain’t Shawn. It’s Shawnzie.
Cory (waiting for the joke): But Shawn, we’re best friends.
Shawnzie: No, see, I don’t have any friends. I’m a loner.
Shawnzie walks away, smoothly, the king of casual. Cory follows, his usual goof ball self.
Cory: No, you’re not, okay, you just think you are, but deep down, you really need a good buddy who’s always gonna be there for you.
Shawn: Okay, buddy-boy, why don’t you, ah, hold this?
He hands Cory a paddle.
Cory: Ping-pong, huh? I love ping-pong. Gotta ball.
Just then, Feeny steps out of his office, and a box of tons of ping-pong balls drops on his head. Shawn looks to Cory, who is waving the paddle like a fan in front of his face.
Feeny: Shawnzie, Hunterelli. I warned you that your next shenanigan would be your last.
Cory: Ah, it wasn’t him, it was me.
Shawn turns, looking shocked at first, then taking it in.
Feeny: Ah, a new student trying to make a name for himself, eh? And that name is?
Shawn: If he doesn’t know you, be smart, make one up.
Cory: My name is, uh, Brad Pitt. Sir.
Feeny: Well, Mr. Pittsir. If you want to keep your nose clean around here, I suggest you steer clear of bad apples like this (gestures to Shawnzie) Johnny Rotten Seed.
Feeny leaves.
Shawnzie: Pittsir. You piped up for me, when you didn’t have to.
Cory: We help each other out, I mean, that’s what we’ve always done, Shawn. Zie.
Shawnzie: Well, if I was the type of guy to say thank you, I would.
Cory: You’re welcome.
Shawnzie: But I’m not that type of guy.
* * *
In Mr. Turner’s class, they’re doing atomic bomb drills. Every ducks under the desk except for Cory.
Mr. Turner (stops): You’re dead, Brad.
Cory: Mr. Turner, you’re telling me if the atomic bomb falls, I’ll be safe if I go like this.
Cory covers his head, grinning.
Mr. Turner: No, no, you’ve got to drop to the ground, duck under desk, curl up, cover neck...
Cory: And kiss your butt goodbye.
All the students laugh and climb back into their seats.
Mr. Turner: All right, who said that? Who said... uttbay?
Shawnzie, sitting behind Cory much like his normal self, pipes up.
Shawnzie: I did, Mr. Turner. I said. Butt.
Cory turns to look at him.
Mr. Turner: That’s it. This time you’ve gone too far, Hunterelli.
Cory: For saying butt?
Shawnzie stops him.
Shawnzie: This one’s on me.
Cory: How come?
Shawnzie smirks.
{The flirting! ::dies::}
Shawnzie: “It’s what we’ve always done.” Mr. Turner grabs him by the ear and pulls him from the desk. “Oh. The ear thing.”
Cory’s expression of confusion fades to a knowing smile.
* * *
Shawnzie and Topanga rescue Cory when the whole school believes him to be a Russian spy. They bring him to his ‘home’.
Shawnzie: So uh, why’d you want to come here?
Cory: Because this is my home, and whenever things get crazy, this is the one place I can count on.
T.L. (Topanga): Why? Is this the secret headquarters for you and the rest of the Russian spies?
Cory: I’m not a Russian spy.
Shawnzie: “Hey, hey. Whatever.” Holds a finger to Cory’s face. “Friends don’t need to explain nothing.”
Cory: “I thought you didn’t have friends.”
Shawn: “I didn’t.” He looks away, then looks back, intense. “Now I do.”
* * *
Later in the ep, Shawnzie brings Cory and T.L. to his make-out pad to hide. Lots of Topanga/Cory, while we assume Shawnzie makes out with the blonde that had been waiting for him. Except, hmm, after Cory and Topanga kiss, and the radio comes on with: “We interrupt this program to bring you this newsflash...” we see that Shawnzie and the blonde bombshell (who looks extremely bored) are just sitting on the couch, and that Shawnzie has been slouching and staring at Cory and T.L. kissing. Huh. Make of it what you will.
* * *
At Chubbie’s, Cory talks to the wise men and finds out how to go home.
Shawnzie: “Well, um, I know you’ve got to go back, but uh,” he drops the smile, “I sure hate to lose a friend like you.”
Cory: “You won’t. I mean, I think we could be friends just about any time.”
* * *
Cory wakes up, it’s 1996 again.
Alan: “Easy, easy pal, you had quite a jolt there.”
Shawn (sitting on the end of the couch, holding his knee): “Yeah, you were out cold.”
Cory sits up, slowly.
Cory: “Shawnzie.”
Shawn: “Yessie?”
Cory smiles.
Cory: “You’re always there for me, aren’t ya?”
Shawn gives him a thumps up.
Shawn: “Hey!”
Cory looks around.
Amy: “What are you looking for, Cor?”
Cory: “She’s here. I know she’s here.”
Topanga walks in, past Shawn, who once more, looks unhappy.
{What is it with Shawn and all this subtexty longing in this ep? Is it just leftovers from the fifties? Because whoa with the pissed about Cory’s heterosexuality thing, we got it, we got it. I can’t take anymore. I’m on slash overload. Must. Write. Fic.}
I really need a BMW icon. But I can't find any quality caps. Plus, just remembered, no PSP.
::whimpers::
I'm a sucker for bestfriends to boyfriends. I can't help it.
Here's the subtext transcript:
I Was A Teenaged Spy
The episode in which Cory goes back in time. Maybe. Possibly. Or just has a very vivid dream, about 1957.
At Chubbie’s, Cory, Shawn, and Topanga all have their usual booth. Cory and Shawn on one side, Topanga on the other.
Topanga: Cory, you’re the one who broke up with me. Don’t you understand that?
Cory: Of course, I do. I know exactly what you’re saying. And if you’re not careful, I’ll break up with you again.
Topanga: Cory, you’ve got to stop living in the past.
She leaves. Shawn’s grinning hugely.
Shawn: She’s right, Cor.
Cory: No, she’s not, Shawn, come on.
Shawn’s smile fades. Cory eyes Shawn’s half-drank soda.
Cory: You gonna finish that?
Shawn: It’s yours, buddy.
Cory: Of course it is, because you’re my friend. And I’m your friend. And that’s the way it will always be, and there’s nothing complicated about that.
Shawn looks down at his hands during Cory’s speech, pokes his bottom lip out.
Cory stops before taking a drink, eyeing Shawn’s fries. Shawn smiles, resigned.
Shawn: You want my fries?
Cory (snatching them): Well, only if you’re not gonna eat them.
{I don’t know, but there’s just something about Shawn in this scene. He doesn’t seem altogether happy about Cory’s measurement of them. Not that he’s not pleased that they’re friends, I don’t think, *of course*, but when Cory disagrees with Shawn about Topanga being right, the smile slides right off his face, it’s a reaction. And then, when Cory says ‘that’s the way it will always be’ - it happens again, and this time, he looks seriously unhappy. I’m not even *digging* here, I don’t have to. Yikes, Shawnzie, you’ve got it bad, don’t you?}
* * *
In 1957, at John Adams.
Cory: It really is the 50s. This is... hunky dory.
Cory looks around, sees Shawn (very slick, styled hair, awesome leather jacket) by his locker, surrounded by girls. They scatter as Cory approaches.
Cory: Hey-hey, all right, you’re here, too.
Cory holds out his hand. Shawn doesn’t take it.
Shawn: Don’t handle the merchandise unless you intend on paying the price.
Cory: Shawn, come on, it’s me.
Shawn: First of all, I don’t know who me is, and second of all, it ain’t Shawn. It’s Shawnzie.
Cory (waiting for the joke): But Shawn, we’re best friends.
Shawnzie: No, see, I don’t have any friends. I’m a loner.
Shawnzie walks away, smoothly, the king of casual. Cory follows, his usual goof ball self.
Cory: No, you’re not, okay, you just think you are, but deep down, you really need a good buddy who’s always gonna be there for you.
Shawn: Okay, buddy-boy, why don’t you, ah, hold this?
He hands Cory a paddle.
Cory: Ping-pong, huh? I love ping-pong. Gotta ball.
Just then, Feeny steps out of his office, and a box of tons of ping-pong balls drops on his head. Shawn looks to Cory, who is waving the paddle like a fan in front of his face.
Feeny: Shawnzie, Hunterelli. I warned you that your next shenanigan would be your last.
Cory: Ah, it wasn’t him, it was me.
Shawn turns, looking shocked at first, then taking it in.
Feeny: Ah, a new student trying to make a name for himself, eh? And that name is?
Shawn: If he doesn’t know you, be smart, make one up.
Cory: My name is, uh, Brad Pitt. Sir.
Feeny: Well, Mr. Pittsir. If you want to keep your nose clean around here, I suggest you steer clear of bad apples like this (gestures to Shawnzie) Johnny Rotten Seed.
Feeny leaves.
Shawnzie: Pittsir. You piped up for me, when you didn’t have to.
Cory: We help each other out, I mean, that’s what we’ve always done, Shawn. Zie.
Shawnzie: Well, if I was the type of guy to say thank you, I would.
Cory: You’re welcome.
Shawnzie: But I’m not that type of guy.
* * *
In Mr. Turner’s class, they’re doing atomic bomb drills. Every ducks under the desk except for Cory.
Mr. Turner (stops): You’re dead, Brad.
Cory: Mr. Turner, you’re telling me if the atomic bomb falls, I’ll be safe if I go like this.
Cory covers his head, grinning.
Mr. Turner: No, no, you’ve got to drop to the ground, duck under desk, curl up, cover neck...
Cory: And kiss your butt goodbye.
All the students laugh and climb back into their seats.
Mr. Turner: All right, who said that? Who said... uttbay?
Shawnzie, sitting behind Cory much like his normal self, pipes up.
Shawnzie: I did, Mr. Turner. I said. Butt.
Cory turns to look at him.
Mr. Turner: That’s it. This time you’ve gone too far, Hunterelli.
Cory: For saying butt?
Shawnzie stops him.
Shawnzie: This one’s on me.
Cory: How come?
Shawnzie smirks.
{The flirting! ::dies::}
Shawnzie: “It’s what we’ve always done.” Mr. Turner grabs him by the ear and pulls him from the desk. “Oh. The ear thing.”
Cory’s expression of confusion fades to a knowing smile.
* * *
Shawnzie and Topanga rescue Cory when the whole school believes him to be a Russian spy. They bring him to his ‘home’.
Shawnzie: So uh, why’d you want to come here?
Cory: Because this is my home, and whenever things get crazy, this is the one place I can count on.
T.L. (Topanga): Why? Is this the secret headquarters for you and the rest of the Russian spies?
Cory: I’m not a Russian spy.
Shawnzie: “Hey, hey. Whatever.” Holds a finger to Cory’s face. “Friends don’t need to explain nothing.”
Cory: “I thought you didn’t have friends.”
Shawn: “I didn’t.” He looks away, then looks back, intense. “Now I do.”
* * *
Later in the ep, Shawnzie brings Cory and T.L. to his make-out pad to hide. Lots of Topanga/Cory, while we assume Shawnzie makes out with the blonde that had been waiting for him. Except, hmm, after Cory and Topanga kiss, and the radio comes on with: “We interrupt this program to bring you this newsflash...” we see that Shawnzie and the blonde bombshell (who looks extremely bored) are just sitting on the couch, and that Shawnzie has been slouching and staring at Cory and T.L. kissing. Huh. Make of it what you will.
* * *
At Chubbie’s, Cory talks to the wise men and finds out how to go home.
Shawnzie: “Well, um, I know you’ve got to go back, but uh,” he drops the smile, “I sure hate to lose a friend like you.”
Cory: “You won’t. I mean, I think we could be friends just about any time.”
* * *
Cory wakes up, it’s 1996 again.
Alan: “Easy, easy pal, you had quite a jolt there.”
Shawn (sitting on the end of the couch, holding his knee): “Yeah, you were out cold.”
Cory sits up, slowly.
Cory: “Shawnzie.”
Shawn: “Yessie?”
Cory smiles.
Cory: “You’re always there for me, aren’t ya?”
Shawn gives him a thumps up.
Shawn: “Hey!”
Cory looks around.
Amy: “What are you looking for, Cor?”
Cory: “She’s here. I know she’s here.”
Topanga walks in, past Shawn, who once more, looks unhappy.
{What is it with Shawn and all this subtexty longing in this ep? Is it just leftovers from the fifties? Because whoa with the pissed about Cory’s heterosexuality thing, we got it, we got it. I can’t take anymore. I’m on slash overload. Must. Write. Fic.}
I really need a BMW icon. But I can't find any quality caps. Plus, just remembered, no PSP.
::whimpers::