A/N: Hi all!!!!

Here's a BMW fic, it wouldn't go away (the idea that is) lol...well, here it is, I hope you like it and please RR and tell me what you think!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 1:

"I can't believe it, I'm getting married tomorrow!"

Angela More paced around in Cory and Topanga's bedroom, twirling around in the white gown that had taken months for her to pick out.

"I don't know what's more amazing," Topanga laughed, "you getting married or Shawn actually settling down."

"I know," Angela said as she sat on the bed, "it is amazing, three months after I came back from France and Shawn proposes."

"I'm surprised he didn't do it sooner," Rachel commented as she walked in to the room.

"You ready for this Shawny?"

Cory asked his best friend as they sat in Jack and Eric's living room, eating pizza.

"Yeah, I've never been so sure about anything in my whole life Cor," Shawn answered as Jack and Eric walked in from outside.

"Hey man," Jack greeted as he patted Shawn on the shoulder, "ready for the big day?"

"Yeah Jack," Shawn replied as the two men sat on the couch and each grabbed slices of the pizza.

"Jack, were you nervous getting married?"

Shawn inquired after swallowing;

"Yeah, it was pretty nerve racking," Jack said, "but I was absolutely sure that I was doing the right thing, and me and Eric couldn't be happier, right?"

"I guess," Eric ruled his eyes in a mocking way while everyone laughed.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for apartment 3, do you have any idea what floor it would be on?"

A slender black woman inquired of another black man with slick backed hair that sat on the steps of an apartment building.

"Yeah, go up the first four flights of stairs and it's on that floor," he answered as the woman replied with a nod and headed inside the building.

"You look great Angela," Rachel smiled as she held up Angela's hair, twisting it up in trying to find the perfect way to do it for the wedding.

"How do you know, you can't even find the right hair style, and what do you know about hair?"

"I used to do my sister's hair," Rachel replied as the bride to be sighed.

"I think I'll just get a hairdresser," Angela said,"it's my fault I didn't get one sooner," she murmured.

"Fine, spend money that you don't have," Rachel retorted as the two girls laughed.

"Hey Topanga, where's the coffee? I must have my morning cup!"

Rachel yelled, all three in a cheerful fun mood.

"Hang on a sec, I'm coming," Topanga replied as there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Topanga said as she set down the two cups and walked over to the door.

"Yes?"

Topanga questioned as she looked threw the peephole.

"I'm looking for Angela More; I was told she was here."

"Hold on," Topanga said as she went back in to her bedroom.

"Angela, some woman is here to see you."

"Who could it be?"

"I hope it's not that annoying wedding planner, the one that you and Cory almost got stuck with," she said as she neared the door, still in her wedding dress.

"Yeah?"

Angela remarked as she swung open the door, and stared in shock at the woman standing in front of her.

"mom?"