Author's Note: This is my first Boy Meets World story. I don't have much experience writing in these characters' point of views, but I hope I do them justice and whoever reads this, is comfortable with how I tend to make the characters speak and act and such.

Let me know when I seem to be out of character, so I can fix it and continue on properly.

I hope you all enjoy this.

Also, I haven't read any of the other Boy Meets World Fanfics on here, so if I take someone else's idea, it's on complete accident and I apologize.

On we go!


Angela was sitting outside her house on her porch. Her coffee cup was sitting between her cupped hands as she stared out at her neighborhood. She saw a little boy across the street, waving at his brother to hurry along. She watched them for a second. The boy, a few years younger than the other, was waiting for his seemingly older sibling to meet up with him at the end of their driveway. His curly hair stuck in place as the wind blew gently. His brother's hair swooped and Angela's expression saddened as she recalled Cory and Eric. That's who the little boys reminded her of.

She sighed and shook her head to herself.

She missed her friends greatly and a lot of things seemed to remind her of them all the time. Like the one time she went shopping with her father and heard a dad scold his son after he caught him trying to sneak beer into their cart.

It was so much like Alan, Cory's father, when he yelled at Shawn and Cory for getting drunk that night a while back. She always had them on her mind, especially Shawn. Angela spent most of her time just hanging around her new home, reminiscing on the times she had with Shawn. The kisses they shared, the talks they had, the way he'd hold her and make her feel safe and warm. She longed for that. She missed it.

Shawn was the only boy she had ever loved.

She didn't think she could ever love someone so much.

But she did and it was him. He was the one.

Being so far away from him made her sick to her stomach and made her chest ache with pain. She tried not to speak much about how much she missed him and her friends because this was her only chance to spend some quality time with her father. She needed this time, but she always had that sense in the back of her mind that she had made the wrong choice.

Maybe she should've stayed back.

Maybe she should've stayed with her friends.

Maybe she should've stayed with… Shawn.

Heaving a lonely sigh once again, Angela picked up her cup and took a sip, crossing one of her legs over the other as she sat at the table on her porch.

Sergeant Moore watched his young daughter from their screen door. He could tell by the look upon her face that she was thinking about Shawn and all her friends she had left behind months ago. He thought this would be their time to get to know one another better and get back on foot with their relationship, but each day, he saw that his daughter got sadder and sadder as she sat alone at the same spot, everyday.

He wished he could do something to help her, but he still wanted her to be here with him, at least until this year was over. They had already been here for seven months, but it seemed just like yesterday that they first arrived here and Angela had said farewell to everyone back in Philadelphia.

"Angela?"

Angela turned her head slightly towards her father as he exited the house and walked out onto the porch. She glanced back at her warm coffee.

"Yes, daddy?" She said with a nonchalant voice. She was trying so hard to cover up her emotions and not seem so down in the dumps. She didn't want her father to think she didn't want to be here with him. She did, but she wanted to go back to Philadelphia or wherever her friends were more than she wanted to be here in Europe.

Sergeant Moore took a seat across from Angela and held his hands together as he set them in front of him on the table. He looked down for a second, not uttering a single word as Angela stared at him, waiting for him to respond. He finally took a deep breath and looked at his daughter calmly.

"Sweetheart, there's something I need to tell you."

Angela's brow raised. "Oh? What is it?"

"You know, right before we left, Shawn came into your room looking for you…"

"Yeah, I know."

"Yes, but what you didn't know, is that he and I talked right before you came in there. Honey, Shawn wanted you to stay behind and be with him. He came in there to tell you this, but-"

Angela hardened her expression.

"But what?" Her voice was close to shaking. She didn't know why, but hearing how Shawn wanted her to stay, really had her worked up already. She hadn't seen him in so long, just hearing someone else say his name brought her so many emotions.

Her father took another deep breath and said, "See, I know you and Shawn write to each other often and once in awhile, you talk to each other on the phone-even though it costs me so much money for those long distance phone calls." He said with a sincere smile. Angela gave a sighed chuckle and nodded for him to continue. "But honey, Shawn came in there to tell you he wanted you to stay and I told him this could be our only chance to be together as a family again. I'm sorry I hadn't been there for so long, but I really wanted this time to be about us, but I know you're hurting and I hate that. I know you miss your friends and the boy who loves you more than life itself."

"Daddy… What're you getting at?"

Angela's heart was picking up speed and at each pump, time started to stay even more still and it seemed like it was taking her father forever to get to the main point of all this.

"Shawn was going to ask you to marry him. I told him that if he thought that he could support you and you guys could provide for each other that I'd step aside and let you be with him instead of me."

"H-He was going to what?" Angela's nerves were kicking in and her heart beat was sounding in her chest. The blood in her ears was swirling around violently. She could hear every single thing moving around and pumping and squishing around inside her body.

Sergeant Moore placed his large hand over Angela's. "He was going to propose, Angela. Shawn was going to ask you to marry him."

"Then why didn't he?"

"I guess the boy decided this was more important."

Angela glanced down at the dainty table top and unlatched her hand from under her father's and left her cup on the table as she got up out of her seat and walked into the house without another word. She walked down the hallway and went into her bedroom. She didn't even shut her door as she sat down on her soft bed and just started crying. She missed Shawn so much and if she had known that he wanted to marry her, she would've stayed. She wanted to be with her father too, but Shawn was just so much more important to her. She didn't know how much it'd hurt to be away from him and everybody else she cared so much for.

Hot tears streamed down her face and she cupped her hands over her eyeballs and just let the emotions proceed from her eyes.

Her father walked back inside the house and went straight to her bedroom.

He stood outside her door, watching her cry.

"Angela…"

"J-Just go away…" She wept out. "Just l-leave me alone…"

"Angela, it's alright."

"No, it's not alright!" She shouted at him. She couldn't help it. She had been feeling vulnerable for way too long. She was going to tell her father exactly how she felt. "I-I miss Shawn so much, daddy. How could I possibly be fine when he wanted me to stay so badly? He wanted to marry me. Marry me! He loved me so much and I love him." She wiped at her face and stared down at her now cold hands. "I would've stayed… I would've married him."

"Would you have?" Strict-vocaled, Angela's father stood in front of her now. "Would you have really been prepared to marry him so quickly? Angela, I don't think so. I know you. I know you love him, but I don't think you would've been ready to marry him at that time."

Angela frowned.

"Then obviously you don't know me as much as you think you do. I would've. If he had actually asked…"

Her father sighed and sat down beside her.

He stroked her hair gently and kissed the side of her forehead.

"No, honey, I don't think you would have said yes. But what about now? What if he had asked right this minute?"

Angela didn't say anything. Maybe her father was right. Maybe she's just fooling herself. As much as she cares for Shawn, maybe she just isn't ready for that kind of commitment. Maybe she just thinks she is, or maybe…

"I would say yes." She told him as she faced her father.


Author's Note: I know it's not that long, but not all the chapters will be. I hope this is a good enough start. Tell me what you think thus far! I really do appreciate the feedback and I hope you guys have the time to leave a comment or some constructive criticism.

Thank you for reading and please wait patiently for the next chapter.

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