"Haha, real funny Shawn." There was silence on the other end. "You're joking right?"

"I just don't think this is good for either of us." He said, hoping she couldn't sense the hesitation in his voice.

"I don't understand, we've been doing ok, we talk daily, write all the time. This makes zero sense,where is this coming fr-"

"You're miserable!"

"Says who?!"

Shawn could hear Angela's voice begin to crack. He had to stay strong and finish what he started. "We're too young to deal with so much strain being put on our relationship. Let's take a break and we can see where we stand when the year with your dad is up."

"Is that your way of letting me down easy?"

"No...I just-"

" I cant believe you're doing this." Angela interrupted, obviously sobbing. "I hate you."

"No you don't..."

"Yes I do, If you end us again, I do."

He believed she was just making empty threats, although, her words hurt just the same. "Angela...I just think it's best if-" The line went dead before he could finish. Shawn threw the phone against the wall, breaking it to pieces.

"You did the right thing." Topanga said, standing in the doorway. She came forward and hugged Shawn, trying to comfort him as he fell apart in her arms.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Shawn threw his arm in the general direction of the alarm clock hoping to stop the noise. He hated that dream, it always put him in a funk for the rest of the day. All these years later and he still couldn't shake the memory. Shawn reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the front room.

"Good morning sweetheart." Teased Eric.

"Shut up." Grumbled Shawn as he grabbed a packet of instant oatmeal out of the cabinet.

When he announced he was moving to California he was ecstatic Eric volunteered to leave New York with him. Ever since that road trip he took he always felt the need to be around family or friends and with Jack in Texas with Rachel and his needing distance from Cory and Topanga, Eric was the only one there for him.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked as he pressed the start button on the microwave.

"Nah, I don't have to be at work until 8." Eric went back to reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee.

Shawn was happy for his friend. He was a wonderful teacher, comparable to Mr. Feeny even, he had an amazing woman in his life and he seemed genuinely content. Shawn couldn't remember the last time he was genuinely content. Sure, he was satisfied with his career as a freelance photographer and there wasn't a shortage of women coming into his life, but there was still something missing. He knew what it was but it was much too painful to admit it to himself.

"Uh, Shawn you should really take a look at this mornings newspaper." Said Eric, waving the paper at his roommate.

"Why?" Shawn asked as he took his breakfast over to the couch and turned the tv on.

"Just really think you should, buddy"

"Eric, it's way too early for this" Shawn moaned.

Eric walked over to the couch and tossed the paper to Shawn. As Shawn read the words on the paper he lost all the color in his face. "No big deal..." He said, trying to regain his composure.

"Go see her." Eric said in a very matter of fact way. "It's definitely a sign, man."

"It's not a sign...it's a… coincidence" Shawn mumbled with his mouth full of oatmeal.

Eric raised his eyebrow and glared at him. "You still love her man. You don't think I see you with all these different women, never connecting with any of them. You're what, 32? The playboy phase is over. Although…I really don't think you're trying to be a playboy in the first place, I think you're trying to fill a void. Face it, she was the one. Go see her."

He may have been Cory's best friend but in the years they spent living together they became like brothers too and he was right, even after all this time, he still loved her. "Fine, alright, I'm going." Shawn got up and walked towards his room.

"Hey, wait a second, the doors that way..."

"I know, I gotta go get cute" Shawn smirked putting his hands on his hips.

Eric shook his head as he sat on the couch grabbing the newspaper. He read the article title out loud, "L.A Tribune welcomes new life and style writer, Angela Moore".

"Things are about to get interesting." He laughed to himself, laying back turning his focus to the cartoons on tv.


Angela loved everything about Los Angeles, the people, the atmosphere, the breeze from the beach. She was happy to accept the position from The Los Angeles Tribune. She had been quite the traveler in the time that past since she first left her friends and boyfriend to be with her father and she was more than ready to settle down in one place. It was an amazing year spent in Europe and she had lived her life to the fullest each year since, but at times she found herself lying in bed late at night thinking, what if. She sighed as she stared at the blank computer screen,unable to concentrate; she knew he lived here, Topanga told her. Angela wondered if that was really the reason she accepted the job, it was a great position, it gave her the stability she was looking for, but she couldn't explain with certainty why she jumped at the opportunity. She was offered a very similar job in Seattle and she found an excuse to not accept it. It was almost as if deep down she was being drawn here. How silly to be stuck on an ex boyfriend from 12 years ago. She thought.

Angela's secretary entered the room."There's someone here to see you."


Shawn hesitated at the entrance.

"Am I really about to do this?" He paused and closed his eyes, unable to stop the memories that began to flood in.

"Angela is miserable."

"Oh and I'm not? She's the one that chose to leave Topanga." Shawn replied from his was 4 months since she left. 4 months since he left for New York on a new adventure with his friends.

"She told me she wants to drop everything and join us here in New York." Topanga confessed.

"Where's bad?" He snapped.

"Shes only been there a few months. She needs this time with her dad." Topanga sat down next to him and touched his leg. "Angela has been my bestfriend for a while now and I know her pretty well..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I love you both...do this for her. Let her go so she can do what she went there for."

"But what if I lose her?"

He snapped back into reality, breathed out deeply and opened the building door "It's now or never." As soon as he walked in he spotted her as she exited the elevator. He was frozen, unable to take his eyes off of her. She looked the same yet different in so many ways. She looked around and then froze just as Shawn had moments ago. He knew she spotted him, the look on her face, like she had just been hit by a Mac truck, was a dead giveaway. Shawn finally found the courage to begin to walk towards her.

"Angie, there you are." A tall man brushed past Shawn. "I asked the secretary to let you know I was here ages ago. Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost." The man hugged and kissed Angela, temporarily breaking her from the trance she was in. "Come on, I'm taking you to lunch." The man grabbed Angela's hand and began to walk past Shawn chatting to her about something. It was background noise. They watched each other intently as Angela let the man lead her out the building, neither saying a word.