I'm so tired… Why can't I fall asleep?
Because you haven't told her yet.
Oh, great. Not you again.
I Resent that! Now listen here, bub. You better tell Angela about Casey or this will eat away at you for the rest of your life. You need to tell her that you got together with her because you thought she was never ever coming back.
It's a lot harder than that…
Bull! In the morning when you two are having a quiet breakfast together, break it to her gently.
And what happens if I screw this up like almost everything else in my pathetic life?
Hey! It's my life too, ya know? I live within you. We're a packaged deal here. Now don't make me bring God into this. He'll set you straight and you don't want a lecture from the Almighty, do ya?
Good. Now what're you going to do in the morning?
Good boy! Okay, get some rest, kid. I need it myself too.
Shawnie… That's what Cory calls m- Oh. My. God. My conscience is Cory.
No! I'm not Cory!
I just have Cory's voice.
Gah! Go away!
Okay, okay. I'm goin', I'm goin'.
Maybe now I can get some sleep…
Shawn took a large spoonful of his cereal. Angela was sitting across from him at the counter. Even in the morning she still looked so beautiful. Her hair was pushed to the side and without any make-up on her face, she still glowed with beauty.
He looked down at his almost empty bowl.
He was still battling himself over spilling the truth to Angela. He didn't want to upset her and he honestly didn't think it was such a big deal.
But maybe it was or he would have told her about it already.
C'mon, Shawn. Why can't you just tell her?
How long is this going to take, Hunter?
Not now, conscience. I'm thinking.
Don't get a brain cramp!
Sighing to himself, he stood up and put his bowl in the sink.
Angela looked at him with concern. "Is something wrong, Shawn?" She asked him.
Shawn leaned his hands down on the sink's edge. He looked down into the shiny surface and sighed yet again. He glanced back at his girlfriend and nodded. "Yeah…" He began. "Yeah, there is."
"Well, what is it?"
He sat back down and looked at her with full confidence.
"There's something you need to know, Angela. You know Casey, right?"
At the mention of her new friend, Angela gave a small smile. "Yeah. I know Casey."
"See, Casey had a crush on me that I didn't know about until a few days ago. She kissed me and I was in a bad place. I was missing you so much, Angela, and I didn't think you were ever coming back because of how my life has been going, it just seemed impossible."
Angela stared at Shawn, not uttering a single word.
Shawn continued slowly.
"So, I went down to Casey's job to talk to her about the kiss. She had been ignoring me. I thought that if I got together with her, I could get over losing the love of my life, but I still felt bad and then you came back and I broke it off with her. She understood and she's really a good person. Don't blame her for any of this. She didn't mean it."
Exasperated, Angela got up and stormed into the living room. Shawn heaved a desperate sigh and followed her.
"Don't. I'm mad at you." She huffed with crossed arms as she sat on the couch.
"Angela, I'm sorry. I didn't think you were going to come back. I thought you would have moved on…"
"Shawn, what was the point of never saying goodbye? We said we loved each other instead. That wasn't goodbye. You should have known I was going to come back. I love you. Why wouldn't I come back to the best thing that's ever happened to me?" She said with hurt and confusion in her dark irises.
Shawn sat down beside her and held her hand. She yanked it away from him and he leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"I'm sorry. I just-"
"You just what?" Angela narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
"I just didn't think. I'm really sorry. It was the exact same day. I started going with Casey and then you showed up. I completely forgot about her when I saw you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too and I don't wanna screw this up for us again. Not this time. Not ever. I want to be with you. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives."
"Shawn, it sounds like to me that you're-"
"Angela, marry me." Shawn solicited, breaking off Angela's sentence.
Angela stared at him. She didn't know what to say.
All she could manage to say was, "What?"
"Marry me. We don't have to get married right away, but I want to marry you. There's no other person on the face of this godforsaken planet that I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. Please, Angela? We can work at this. I just hope you get passed the stupid thing I did while you were gone. Please?" Shawn beseeched.
Angela looked at him for a long time, thinking of what she had just heard him say. She was speechless but there is one thing she would have to say.
She didn't know she had said it at first until she witnessed the look on Shawn's face go from a pleading, begging expression to one of pure joy. He jumped up and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her face over and over again, earning a few giggles from her.
Angela smiled and pulled his face to hers. She gave him one of the deepest and most passionate kisses she has ever given him before in his life. Shawn almost went weak in the knees, but he steadied himself as he wrapped his arms around his lovely new fiancée.
He looked deep into her brown eyes and smiled as they broke away from one another.
"I love you so much." He said, out of breath.
"I love you too, Shawn." Angela told him, resting her hand on his cheek where it was rough from his beard.
Shawn laid his hand over hers and they looked at one another with pure affection.
Way to go, kid.
That night after talking about it, Shawn let Angela decide if she wanted to stay for Christmas or go back to Europe. She had decided to stay and leave on December 26th and go back to be with her father.
She had called him and told him what she was going to do.
Of course, Alvin Moore was hoping to spend time with his daughter. He knew she was coming back until their year was over in Europe. He was a bit impressed that Shawn had talked her into coming back. He knew he liked that boy.
But he still wanted to have Christmas with Angela.
With that thought, he had requested three days away from the country. After all night persuading those awful people that made him come here in the first place, they finally agreed that he could be off for three days in the United States, but he had to return the morning after Christmas.
He took that chance. All he had to do was wait until he could go and see his daughter.
He wasn't going to miss Christmas with his baby girl.
There was no way in Hell he was.
"Did you sleep well, my dawling?" Cory genuinely asked his wife as she came out into the living room.
She stretched and nodded with a warm grin.
"I did. A lot better than the last few nights." She admitted.
Cory lifted his brow. "Why? You were having trouble sleeping? Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was nothing, Cory. I just kept having this nightmare. I felt a lot better after I talked to Shawn yesterday about it." She responded casually, going to pour herself some coffee.
Cory drifted quickly into the kitchen after her.
"Why'd you talk to Shawn? I'm your husband. You could've came to me."
"I know, but the dream was about Shawn and me. I needed to talk to Shawn about it."
"You dreamt about my best friend? What did he do to you? Did he touch you in places that only I can touch?" He countered, lowering his gaze and popping up his right eyebrow.
Topanga chuckled at him and took a sip of her hot coffee. "No, Cory. It was a nightmare. Not a fantasy."
"Then what? What happened?" He demanded.
"He killed me."
"He killed you?"
"Yeah, it was just one of those dreams. After I talked to him about it, they stopped. That's all I really needed." She explained vaguely, walking back out into the living room. She sat down on their sunflower yellow-colored sofa and propped her slippers atop the coffee table.
She crossed her ankles and Cory stood in front of her. Well, more so beside her legs as he wasn't sitting down.
"Why would Shawn want to kill you in a dream?"
"Why would you want to kill Shawn in a dream?" She rejoindered to him..
Cory screwed his face and didn't say anything. He just left to get dressed.
Alrighty, Stuart. You can do this. Just casually go up to her and ask her out. She'll probably say yes. You're an okay guy. You're swell!
Oh, who am I kidding? There's no way a beautiful woman like her would ever want to go out with a dweeb like me. I just might as well face the facts. I'll never be with wonderful looking women. It's just a fact of human nature at this point.
Minkus. Ask the girl out.
That's strange. My conscience has taken on a new voice. It's not Mr. Feeny anymore.
That's right, you weirdo. It's Shawn's voice now. Now go up to her and ask her out!
But conscience, I can't. She's too-
She's a girl. Ask her out. You won't know if she'll say yes or no unless you do it. Now go or I'll contact Shawn's conscience and persuade him to tell Shawn to come beat you up.
No! Anything but that!
After battling with his own conscience, Minkus gradually made his way over to the brunette. She was having her lunch break at the café. Minkus' lunch break was, thank God, at this time too. He was lucky enough to have run into her here, of all the places in New York.
He cleared his throat as he stood in front of her.
She peered up at him and gave a balmy smile.
"Minkus, right?" She asked him.
"Stuart Minkus, but you can call me whatever you want." He responded nervously.
Casey chuckled lightly.
"What can I do for you, Stuart?" She said to him as she took a quick sip of her cappuccino.
"Oh, yes, um, I was just curious…" He started to become tense and his palms started to sweat. He wasn't used to talking to beautiful girls, especially one so kind.
Casey waited for him to get his words out, but she could tell he was having trouble.
"Yes…?" She asked.
Clearing his throat once again, Minkus said, "I was just wondering if you would like to go on a delightful evening with me? We could go see a movie or visit a museum or something to that nature. I'd love to take you. Anywhere. Anywhere at all if you'd like."
She just met this boy yesterday. Of course, he was one of Topanga, Cory, Angela and Shawn's old classmates and they knew him, but she didn't. She wasn't quite sure how to respond to this proposal. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered, offended or just plain neutral about it.
But she was definitely flabbergasted.
Minkus waited for her answer, but after a moment of awkward silence, he could tell she was mulling it over longer than he had expected. Maybe it was just a stupid idea to even ask her out in the first place. What did his Shawn-like conscience know anyhow?
He looked downcast and mumbled, "Nevermind. I understand if you don't-"
"I'd love to." Casey interrupted him, earning a shocked expression from the young nerdling.
"You'd… You'd love to?" He asked, still stunned.
She gave him a warm smile. "Yes, Stuart, I'd love to. I was just really taken aback for a moment there. I wouldn't mind going out on a date with you. You seem very nice and smart. I like that in a guy." She told him, taking another sip of her beverage.
"Oh, thank you so much." He thanked her desperately.
"It's no problem. Where would you like to go?"
"The Brooklyn Museum is a wonderful place to visit. I've been there countless times and it's really beautiful to see all the art they have there." Minkus suggested.
"Sounds wonderful. We can go early so we can spend the whole day there. When do you want to go?"
"Wednesday. I'm off then from work."
"So am I. That's a great day actually, to go. What time should I be ready?"
"Well, the museum opens at 11 a.m."
"I'll be ready by 10. We can get there and spend the rest of the day there. It sounds like it'll be a great day." She grinned.
"Oh, and we can stop by Peter Luger. It's this superb restaurant in Brooklyn. We can eat there for dinner once we leave the museum."
"Sounds like a plan, Stuart." Casey chuckled. "Would you like to join me for lunch right now?"
Minkus sat down and for the rest of their lunch break, they chatted casually. Casey was actually really impressed my Minkus. He seemed so intelligent and very gentle. Not like most guys she's ever met.
Maybe a date with him might help her get over Shawn and she might actually have a really nice time with him. She was hoping to at least. She really wanted to.
"When do you want to tell them?" Angela asked her new fiancé.
"Let's not rush into this. We haven't even gotten you an engagement ring yet."
"Shawn, I don't need a ring. I'll get one when I marry you. But we should still tell our friends and I need to tell my father when I go ba-"
Shawn put his hand up to her mouth, stopping her from talking.
"No rushing, Angela. I don't want to rush. We can't tell anyone yet."
Angela looked at him with confusion.
"Why? Are you ashamed or something?"
Shawn sighed and got off the couch.
"No, I'm not ashamed. I love you. Why would I be ashamed of loving you?"
"I don't know, Shawn. Why would you be?" Angela spat.
"I just don't want everyone to be in our business about this. We need to plan everything out first before we tell them."
"And since when do you like planning things out?"
"I just don't want to be like Cory and Topanga. That was one of the biggest messes I've ever seen."
"But they're happy now."
"I know, but if we tell them, they'll want to know when and why and all these other things that I don't really have the patience to be answering. I just want to spend these last few days with you until you leave. When you get back, maybe we'll be ready and we can just elope in Vegas or something." Shawn said as he bent down and grasped her hands with his own. He was half joking about Vegas, which is why Angela smirked at him with amusement.
"Okay, Shawn. We won't tell them, but I am going to tell my father. He has a right to know that his daughter is going to be taken for the rest of her life."
Shawn's nerves started to tense up and on the inside he was really frightened. Angela's father was a very strict man and very tough. He could snap Shawn in half like a twig if he was motivated enough to. Asking for his only daughter's hand in marriage would probably set him over the edge, but maybe him liking Shawn would calm him down.
Maybe Shawn was just being a bit too paranoid.
He's mentioned wanting to marry Angela before. Alvin said if they could support themselves and that Shawn could give her everything she needed, it'd be okay and that he'd step aside.
Shawn was giving Angela everything she needed. He was giving her a chance to be with her father again, he was going to give her a husband and possibly some kids in the future. He was going to give her a home when she came back from Europe.
He'd be giving her a lot of things that she wanted and needed.
There's no way Sergeant Moore could possibly be upset over all that.
"Okay. You can tell your dad, but only your dad." Shawn strictly told Angela.
She agreed with a nod and kissed him.
"Thank you, Shawn."
He smiled and leaned over as they started to kiss again.
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