Disclaimer: I do not own MSCL or any of the characters.

A/N: Please R&R! This is my first FanFic, so please be gentle. I have read a lot of the fics on here and all of the writing has given me inspiration to do this. Sorry if some of the characters are a bit OOC. If I continue I'll try to do better.

Chapter 1: The Truth

Angela turned to stare out the window as Jordan drove away from her house. She had no idea where they were going and at that particular moment she didn't care. She could feel her tension rolling off her. She wondered if he felt it too. She wanted to say something, anything. She didn't know what though, with all the thoughts rolling around inside her head. So instead she leaned her head against the window, pulled up her legs and encircled them with her arms and wondered what was going to happen next.

Should I tell him I knew that he didn't write the letter? Would he confess that he hadn't? Would he finally give me his own apology and explanation? I really hope he will. I'd feel so much better. I really just want his words; to know how he might feel about me. That would be absolutely amazing! I don't think it is going to get any easier after this talk, though. I still have to deal with Brian and tell him I don't return his affections. I don't know exactly how I am going to tell him this. I just hope he can understand and they could still be friends.

Jordan looked at Angela while they were at the stoplight. She was still staring out the passenger side window curled up into herself. She hadn't said a word since they had gotten in the car. He knew that he had to tell her about the letter. Even her mother told him he should be truthful about it. Otherwise, it'd just be a disaster down the road that could cause him to lose her permanently. He had been trying to tell her all day, but she was just so happy. He loved it when she was happy. Dammit! Why did he have so much trouble giving her the words? He just hoped he could do this right without screwing it up and hurting her again. Angela was the one good thing in his life. She made him want to be a better person. He really didn't want to lose her. He didn't know what he'd do without her in his life. With a last look, he finally decides where to take her so they can talk. It was his special place that no one, but Shane knew about.

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Brian watches as his one and only chance drives away in a red convertible. It feels like his stomach had just dropped into the soles of his feet. He'd had his chance to tell Angela everything. She would have known that he loves her; that she has another choice other than Jordan Catalano. He knows she won't choose him over Catalano, but at least she would have known she had the option. He should have just told her everything! Ugh! As the feeling of depression and loneliness overwhelms him, he turns for his house. He tries to control the emotions running through him, but alas, one tear slides down his cheek as he turns.

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"Angela..." Jordan looks over towards her. He's nervous as he tries to line up his thoughts, "I need...," he sighs, "I need to tell you something."

She looks up with a dazed look on her face, "Huh?" She hadn't even realized that they had stopped.

"I have something to tell you. I'm not..," he cut off. Dammit! Don't screw this up, Catalano! You can do this.

I looked over at him and saw nothing, but the anguish of whatever it was he was trying to say. It was written all over his face. I didn't like it. I just wanted to pull him into me and tell him everything. Absolutely everything that he meant to me. I wanted to tell him that I knew about the letter. That I knew he must care if he asked Brian for help. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Jordan let out a sigh and let his head fall back onto the seat for a moment then turned to look into those beautiful green eyes of hers, "Come take a walk with me."

She stares at him for a moment not understanding what is going on. Then she smiles shyly at him and says, "Ok. Where are we anyways?" She opens the door and gets out.

Jordan walks around the front of the car and grabs her hand, "Its umm... A place I like to come when, you know," he stops for a moment as he looks around, "I try to get the right feel for a song. I feel I can like, you know, write better here. Ya know?"

Oh my god! Did he just bring me to like one of his special places, or something?

"Its gorgeous here," she exclaims.

It was a pretty place with a playground, a picnic area, and a little wooded area near the river. It was a place where happy families, couples, and a group of friends could play and hang out for the day on any beautiful, sunny day. Tonight, everything seemed to glow from the light of the moon.

Jordan walks them over to a picnic table. He sits down and pulls her to where she is sitting in between his legs and wraps his arms around her. As long as he can feel her in his arms that he can do this, "I need to talk to you about... umm, some stuff."

"Alright, just tell me in whatever way you can," she leaned back so she could see his beautiful eyes and gave him a shy smile. She loved the feel of his arms around her.

It didn't feel right playing dumb when I knew what he's going to say, but I just couldn't help myself. God what was wrong with me!

He sighs and drops his forehead against Angela's head. He's so afraid she'll pull away when he tells her, but he knows he has to do it. He can't take credit for what Brain wrote. "I, umm... Angela I didn't..."

She tries to turn herself so she can see his face, but also, still be able to have his arms around her, "Jordan, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

That one line from her seems to give him the courage to tell her everything. He stares intently into her eyes, "I have hated myself these past weeks," he hears her little gasp of shock. "I hate knowing what I've done to, you know, cause you pain. I'm sorry that... I.. I... slept with Graff. I was like drunk and missed you so much." He hangs his head in shame remembering the one mistake that made him realize how much he actually cares about her.

She lays her hand gently against his face. He looks up into her eyes,"I know that Jordan. It still hurts to think about, but I know your sorry and I can forgive you. We all make mistakes," with saying this she smiles.

"I..." He doesn't know how to continue. How can he tell her the rest?

"What is it?" She clasps his hand in both of hers and gently squeezes to show him her support.

He looks up into her eyes. He has to do it looking at her, "I didn't write that letter. Brain did after I asked him for, like, help."

There's a flash of pain through her eyes that makes him wonder if he's really just pushed her farther away, "I know," she says silently. The look he's giving her is asking her -But how?- So she starts to explain, "Brian told Rickie. It seems that Brian has had feelings for me for quite some time. When I went to go pick up the tickets for the play tonight Rickie told me." She sighed, "I tried to confront Brian, but he kept telling me that you wrote it. Except for the fact, that he accidentally, said that he meant every word."

"I'm sorry, Angela. I wanted to be able to tell you, like in my own words. I just couldn't seem to get them to come out right. I told you earlier how I keep having these dreams that I, like know exactly what to say and how to, you know, say it." He hangs his head in shame again. He's blown it. He's lost her.

"Jordan," she tries to get him to look at her. "Jordan please look at me." He sighs and looks back up at her.

"All you had to do was say it in whatever way you could. That's all I want," she smiles at him.

He couldn't believe it. She was smiling at him. He smiles back, "I'm going to, you know, like try to do better in this area, ok?"

"That sounds reasonable to me, but while we're having this little heart to heart," the happiness fades out of her eyes. Now its her turn to confess her mistakes.

"Ange...," he's worried now. He can feel her tension from earlier again. She's even shaking just a little bit.

She puts her finger to his lips before he can go on, "I have a few confessions of my own."

"What?" He wonders what she has to confess...

"I don't know that I can actually blame Rayanne and you for what happened between you guys. I've been thinking about it and as much as I wanted to blame the both of you; I realized tonight that I do have some blame in it." She turns her eyes away from his. She can feel the tears coming and she doesn't want him to see them in case they spill over.

"Just say it. Please," he just couldn't take the suspense anymore. What the hell was she trying to say to him?

"I may have pushed you to it. I flirted with Corey just to make you jealous." She blurts out as she feels the first tear fall.

"Oh..." He's not sure what to say. He had been jealous. Should he tell her that though? 'Might as well get everything out on the table, Catalano,' he thinks. "Well, I kind of, you know, was. Jealous that is."

She's gasps with the shock and turns to look back at him, "Can you forgive me?"

He turns his face away from hers and looks up at the sky, "I will if..."

She hangs her head, feeling a little dejected and whispers, "If what?"

He turns to look back at her with amusement in his eyes, "If you can, you know, forgive me too." He states clearly.

She smiles and shakes her head yes as emotions over take her and she lets the tears fall.

Jordan smiles as he lays his hands gently against her cheeks to wipe away her tears with his thumbs and tells her, "Yes."

At that moment, Jordan pulls Angela's face towards his for a long, slow, and sweet passionate kiss. When their lips have met, they both realize that this kiss is different. That it is everything.