A/N: I do not own Boy Meets World. Edits made to first 3 chapters. A Special thanks to Estoma for her help with chapter 2 and this chapter.

Shawn was having a hard time concentrating on the road, his mind kept wandering. He couldn't get her face out of his head. She looked so different but, somehow, she felt the same, being with her felt the same. He reveled in knowing he didn't wait in vain, she never let go either.

Shawn glanced at the clock and cursed himself for running late. Eric was usually the one to make sure he was out of the house on time. Shawn was bothered by the fact that they hadn't spoken since Eric moved out a few days ago but figured it would be best to give him some time.

"Hmmm hm hmm hmm hay hay hay na na naaaaa..."

What the hell am I doing, am I singing along to the radio?

The last time he sang along with the radio was with Topanga, Cory and Angela. The girls were singing or rather screaming along to some boy band Shawn couldn't remember. He and Cory swore if the girls didn't stop, they would join in...louder. Their threats were ignored and the battle ended in a screaming match with everyone laughing until they cried. He missed them, almost as much as he missed her.

Maybe now we can all be friends again, he thought. Everything can be back the way it used to be. The idea excited him and that's when it hit him, that's why he was singing along to the radio...I'm happy.

Shawn jumped out of his car, rushing to the diner. His palms began to sweat as he entered. He felt like a teenager again, butterflies and all. They spotted each other from across the room; she smiled slightly and waved him over.

Once he reached the booth he leaned in to greet her with a kiss, but she moved away slightly. "Is something wrong?" He asked taking a seat across from her.

Angela nodded as she nervously pulled at her sweater sleeves. He noticed she was still wearing her ring.

"You didn't tell him did you?"

Her lack of response gave him his answer.

"So, what now?"

Angela bit down on her lip to stop it from trembling. "I don't know..."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Shawn, I'm sorry. I started a life with someone, I can't just walk away."

"What am I supposed to do?"

She looked down but Shawn could tell she was crying "I'm sorry..."

"Don't ok, just don't." Shawn sat back in the booth nervously shaking his leg. He passed his hand across his face. "Do I pretend I don't still love you? Do you want me to forget you told me you felt the same?" He sat up, clenching his fist and hitting it on the table. "If you marry that man you will ruin my life, your life and his."

Angela's crying was audible now, making Shawn regret his harsh words.

"Do you love him?"


"Do you love him."

After a few moments of hesitation and an increase of tears she nodded.

He laughed to himself, amazed at how differently he expected things to happen. "I have to go..."

"No, please don't leave like this..." she cried, reaching out for his hand.

He pulled back. His chest tightened and his eyes began to burn. Shawn wanted to go back in time and change all of this, then she wouldn't have to cry and he wouldn't have to feel this kind of inconsolable pain.

"You guys ready to order?" A young, gum smacking, waitress came forward and asked.

Shawn rose from his seat. "No, I think we're done here." He said, throwing a tip on the table and walking away.

Cory parked in an empty spot closest to the apartment number he had written down. "Ok, heres the address Jack gave me."

"Maybe I should stay here."

He noticed his wifes changed demeanor. If he didn't know any better he'd think she was afraid of seeing Shawn. "Don't be silly, we haven't so much as heard from Shawn in ages. Why wouldn't you want to see him?"

Topanga looked at Cory and considered telling him. Telling him that the reason Shawn was so distant and probably left for California in the first place was because he blamed her for his breakup with Angela. "No reason..." was all she could say.

"Well then, lets go."


Cory and Topanga walked up to the door and knocked. They waited for a while, but no one answered.

"Maybe he's not here," he shrugged, leading Topanga away from the door.

"Yes..." an unfamiliar woman covering herself up with a sheet answered the door.

Cory and Topanga glanced at each other, confused. "Umm, I must have the wrong apartment, I'm looking for Shawn Hunter, you wouldn't happen to-"

"Shawn!" Paris yelled, walking away and leaving the door open.

"Oookay." Cory muttered. He entered the apartment and looked around for his friend. Topanga stayed back at the entrance, still feeling uneasy.

"What," Shawn mumbled, half asleep. He walked out of his bedroom putting a t-shirt on before he noticed who stood in front of him. "Cory? Oh my God, I can't believe it, wow, it's so good to see you," Shawn hugged his best friend as tight as he could "what in the world are you doing here?"

"Eric's wedding of course. Come on we gotta head down to the church before the ceremony starts."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not invited, Cor. We're kind of not talking right now."

"I know, he told me." Cory confessed. "But come on, you're family and family never misses an important part of another family member's life, even if they're mad at each other. I know he wants you there."

Paris walked by, still in a sheet, cigarette in hand. "Pardon me."

Cory watched her as she walked away. "Really?" He whispered to Shawn.

"It's hard to explain, you'd understand if you saw her naked."

"Ah, well, I'm glad to see you're ok and dating. Eric told me you ran into Angela a few months ago."

"He did,wh-what else did he tell you?"


Shawn breathed a sigh of relief; the last thing he wanted was someone else judging his behavior.

"But you know I'd rather hear this news from your mouth. What's happening to us Shawn? We're best friends..."

"Hey, Shawn." Topanga walked in, interrupting them.

The minute he noticed her, he saw red. "You two should leave."

Shawn's cold tone took Cory by surprise. "Why?"

"Look, don't worry about me Cory, I'm fine. I'll meet you there." Shawn led them to the door and pushed them both out before he did anything he would regret.

Shawn arrived at the church and took a seat in the back pew just in case Eric wasn't ready to forgive him. He didn't want to cause a scene.

"Oh Shawn, there you are, I was worried you got lost." Cory waved, strolling down the aisle.

"Nah, I called Jack and he gave me directions."

"Well, come on." He instructed, grabbing Shawn's arm and pulling him up.

"Cory not now, where are you taking me? I just want to sit in the back." Shawn moaned.

"Just come on will ya." Cory said, pulling him. He opened the door to one of the back dressing rooms of the church. "Look who's here to see you."

Eric turned around, annoyed. He wasn't in the mood to greet any more distant relatives. "Shawn? What are you doing here?"

"He dragged me here," he responded, playfully pushing Cory."but I'm glad he did, I couldn't miss your wedding day."

Eric smirked, visibly letting his guard down. "I'm glad you came." He couldn't help but pull Shawn into a bear hug. "how are you?"

"Shawn is doing great," Cory interrupted energetically, "you should have seen the hot little number that answered his door...weird...but Shawn seems to like her."

"Again, naked."

"Uh, Cor, can you give us a sec? Eric asked.

"Yeah, I'll uh, I'll wait outside, don't take too long, you don't have much time." Cory said, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

After Cory walked out Eric locked the door behind them, hoping for some brief privacy. "So...how are you?"

"I'm fine." Shawn replied nonchalantly, taking a seat on one of the dressing room chairs.

"No you're not," Eric shook his head, "you may have Cory fooled but I've lived with you for years, you're not ok."

"That obvious huh?"

"I heard she went back to her fiancé."

"What? How did you find out?"

"Uh, hello, I'm getting married," Eric pointed to himself in his tuxedo. "I'm tapped into the women's network now." He took a seat next to Shawn. "Hey look, I shouldn't have gotten angry like that, I overreacted and I'm really sorry."

"Thanks, but you know I still don't understand why you ripped my head off that morning."

"Because...I'm him."


"I'm Angela's fiancé or rather...I was."

Shawn looked at Eric puzzled.

"What I mean is, I know what it's like to be in her fiancés shoes, to have a man step in and take away the woman you love."

"Eric, you know how sometimes it's hard to follow what you're saying?"

Eric glared at his friend, exasperated. "Remember how hard I took Rachel and your brother getting together?"

"Of course, that was the first time we really talked to each other. But I always thought it was more about the competition than caring about her."

"That's just what I told everyone. I loved her, I mean really loved her."

"Oh come on Eric, you can't compare Angela and me to you and Rachel, you two didn't even have anything in common."

"No we weren't soul mates, but the heart wants what it wants." Eric sat back in his chair and shrugged. "Watching her get back with Jack and then marry him was a hard pill to swallow. I assumed Angela would leave her fiancé for you and it brought back all those feelings."

"Well, she didn't and now I don't know what to do."

"Let go."


"It's hard, but you can move on and find someone else."

"Eric, I gave her up twice without a fight. I don't know if I can do it again ."

"Shawn!" Eric snapped, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. "It's over. I'm sorry, I know what she meant to you, but when it's too late, it's too late. It took me until Rachel gave birth to their son to realize that, it was awkward...I don't want that for you."

Shawn sighed heavily. "She's going to be here with him isn't she."

"Well, I can't say for certain but she did check plus one and I'm pretty sure you aren't her date." Eric answered, rising from his seat.

"Not funny…"

"Shawn, it's time to move on and heal. Give yourself a chance to meet someone. If you keep messing with women like Paris you'll never find anything real."

Shawn hopped up and shouted, "Again...naaaaakkkeeeeddd!"

"Dude, she better not be here, you know she gives Tessa the heebie geebies." Eric joked, putting his arm around Shawn's shoulder. "Come on, let's go get me married."