Author's Note This is my first story...ever. I was inspired one night while watching a commercial for My So-Called Life. The episode where Brian writes the letter to Angela for Jordan Catalano. I wondered: What if Angela never went with Jordan? What if she never went with Brian either? And so, my story: Disclaimer: Oh and I also don't own any of the stuff in that show, although I wish I owned Jared Leto...
My So-Called Life U.K.Version

Angela lies in her bed late at night, recalling the events of that day: Her talk with Brian and Jordan and her promise to both of them that she would need a month to think. She gets up and starts to pace around the room, occasionally looking out the window to see if Brian was watching her. He wasn't, of course, because it was 2:00 in the morning. She fell asleep to hours later with images of Brian and Jordan both in her mind.

The next morning Angela woke up to her alarm, went down for breakfast and was eating a piece of toast when she realized that no one else was in the kitchen. She went back upstairs and started to get dressed, then decided to wake up her parents because she was late for the bus as evidenced by the belching smoke coming from the corner. She tiptoed into their bedroom and gently shook her mom, who came awake slowly and with a lot of groaning. "Mom? I need a ride," she whispered. Her mom, who was almost fully awake by then responded, "Angela, go back to sleep, the plane's not for another four hours." Angela looked at her mom like she was crazy because Angela obviously didn't know anything about a plane. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. Now, it was her mother's turn to give Angela an incredulous look. "The plane to England, remember? We told you all about it last night!" Angela thought for a second and fuzzily remembered something about England from dinner last night, but then she had been too worried about her own problems to pay any attention to her family. "Ok," she said to her mom, "go back to sleep."

Angela walked slowly back to her room and tried to fall asleep but, after a half hour of lying on her bed not sleeping, she decided to pack, something she probably should have done last night. She had neglected to ask her mom how long they would be in England during their brief conversation, so she packed almost her entire closet, enough for a month in England. After that she moped around the house, not knowing what to do in the three hours she had left in the U.S., then went outside and took a walk. She just needed some time to clear her head and for some odd reason, walking around in the early morning seemed to be the way to do that. She was careful to be back in time before her parents woke up.

The plane ride over was nothing special; peanuts, bad movies and eight hours with Danielle. Angela spent most of the time sleeping, or pretending to, so she wouldn't have to interact with her family. When they landed in Heathrow at 4:00 in the morning her mom would not stop talking about the "cool" things the family was going to do in England. Angela was beginning to think that she might have to move out because she could not deal with her family anymore.

The Chase family checked into their hotel and unpacked, not speaking much. Graham watched a movie while Patty read a book and Danielle annoyed Angela, who was just sitting on the bed, not doing much. The Chase family finally fell asleep with Patty's final words in their heads. "We'd better get some sleep; tomorrow is going to be a big day!"

Graham Chase woke up dying to check out the hotel food. He roused the family and took them downstairs, all except Angela, who complained that she felt sick. Her mother seemed concerned when Angela asked to stay in the hotel while the family did the "touristy thing." Patty finally relented although she did leave Angela the numbers of the places they were going to be and some money to buy lunch if she got hungry.

Angela didn't really feel sick, she just didn't feel like walking around London with her mom and dad and little sister. So, she waited for a half hour, got changed and went out into London with the money her mom gave her. She walked along Carnaby st. where she bought a pair of earrings and lunch in a small sidewalk café. She spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around London until she caught a glimpse of a Jordan Catalano look-alike in a small bakery. She didn't get to talk to him, however, because her family was going to come back soon, so she decided to pull the sick trick on her family again and talk to the guy tomorrow.

It worked perfectly, her mom left her money and phone numbers again and they all left Angela alone. Angela moved as soon as they left. She took a shower and put on the outfit that she thought Jordan like best. She set out at eleven and reached the bakery at 11:30. "Jordan" wasn't there so she asked the older-looking gentleman behind the counter, "There was a boy about my age here yesterday, around 4:30. Could you tell me when his next shift is?" The old man smiled at her kindly. He went off on a small tangent, as old people tend to do. "Oh yes, the ladies love that boy. Rather like myself when I was a youngster, before the war..." He stopped talking for a minute with a small smile on his face, obviously remembering long ago. Angela gave a small cough and he snapped out of his dreamland. "His next shift, sir?" she said. "Yes, yes he'll be here in an hour." After this statement he coughed into his small, white handkerchief. Angela smiled, "Thank you, I'll see you then!"

Angela walked around with a smile on her face for the next hour. There was a small moment of excitement where she narrowly missed running into her parents on the street. Luckily, she saw them before they saw her and she ducked into the alley and ran behind the dumpster waiting there. Unfortunately for Angela, there already was someone occupying the space next to the dumpster. A tall, handsome young man in a white shirt and dark blue jeans sat there smoking a cigarette. A light rain started to fall on the both of them as the young man seemed to notice Angela for the first time. He lifted his head to speak to her and she realized that it was the Jordan look-alike from the bakery. She knew in the back of her mind that it couldn't be Jordan, but yet she couldn't resist calling him by that name. She looked up into face and said, "Jordan? Is that you?"