15 years. 15 years since i've seen Rachel, Topanga, Cory, Jack, Eric, and Shawn. There's a reason why I thought of him last. Heard of "save the best for last"? I miss him. I actually miss them all. Why did I ever leave? Why didn't stay with them and Shawn? I still call Topanga every day, honestly. Me and Shawn stayed in contact for a while, but it was to painful to talk or even think about him, once I learned that he wanted to propose. It as too much. I practically collapsed. I stopped calling. he didn't, so I ignored all of his calls. After a while he gave up. I gave up. He's always on the move with his job as a writer, so I figured that it was no use trying to find him. I feel so bad, for leaving him just like that. Now he's gone forever. I've recently tried calling, but his number has changed. So many people have left him, and that's why I can't come back. I've said for so long that I stay because of Daddy's death here, but I know the truth. As much as I hate the truth, I can't ever avoid it. Which is why I'm coming back. According to Shawn's last article and Topanga's calls, I knew that he was in Greenwich, New York, his last move, at least for now. I have some new friends, Annalisia, Carly, John, Jesse, Nathan, and Zach, but, though they don't know this, they will never live up to my old ones. I haven't been able to be in a relationship, not since, well, you-know-who.

Anyway, It's time to stop being such a sap and actually get on the plane with Annalisia and Zach. They where my first friends in France, and they also wanted to see if americans were actually as cool as I put them out to be. They're also to support me if anything goes wrong. Besisdes, their english isn't SO bad, right? They might like it and decide to stay and live with me. I've already bought an apartment, and everything. It's even close to where I think Cory and Topanga live. "Passeport si vous plait?" The lady at the bag check asked. "D'accord. Une seconde." I fished through my leather purse looking for my passport and handed it to the lady, as did my friends. She let us go to the bag check, obbviously. I'm not a criminal! I dropped my purse and my computer bag in the small bin and pushed it along the metal surface. As my bag went through the scanner, I also went through one too. I stepped out along with my friends over to the waiting loft. About three hours passed before we heard the muffled voice of an airplane atendant yelling our flight over the intercom. We boarded the plane peacefully, or as peacefully as possible, and sat down in our 2nd class seats. I thought that if Jack were here he would have complained of how we were in 2nd class instead of 1st. I chuckled quietly to myself over this.

We've been on the plane for SEVEN FREAKING HOURS! My legs fell asleep and my ears popped long time ago. In one hour, plus finding my bags and apartment for me and hotel for my friends, I'm going to see my old friends, and Shawn. I suppressed a shiver of fear and excitment. "Nervous?" Zach's husky voice whispered in my ear. I quickly jumped out of my seat, suprised and glared at him. "Noo.. I-I'm not scared! You are!" I huffed and slunked back down as Annalisia, Zach, and an old couple across the aisle laughed. I growled menancing at Zach. "Boy... you are SO lucky that you're my friend. He howled in laughter with tears streaming down his face. "It's not funny! Well... It's not THAT funny." I said through gritted teeth. "Yes it is, Dearie!" the old woman said. This is going to be a long last hour. I grabbed my computer and started writing a new story. My best selling book, "How to Keep Your Black Identity With Three Very White Friends" based on my paper from high school. Now I'm writing about a lonely girl from another dimension coming to Earth for life and having her first kiss with the funny, popular, badass boy. Remind you of something?

The plane finally landed and I grabbed my carry on from the overhead bin along with Annalisia's purse and Zach's sports bag.I waited in the lin itching to get of the stuffy plane and meet suprise my friends at Topanga's Cafe. I was super exited. Zach literally had to hold me down so I wouldn't run over everyone in the airport. After my friends dropped their stuff wrong at the hotel and all my boxes came for my new room (I need to find a roomate) came, I walked to Topanga's cafe and saw them.

Shawn's POV

It was a normal summer day. I woke up, and went to Topanga's cafe for a cup of joe, I sat in my favorite red chair, and I wrote for my magazine company, Greenwich Weekly. At noon I went looking for an apartment. When I came back for small snack, I chatted with Cory, Topanga, Auggie, Riley, Maya and Katy. Then I saw Angela. No, someone that looked nearly exactly like her. I left, suddenly feeling weird and looked for an apartment. I finally found one. It was close to Cory and Topanga's apartment complex and looked pretty cozy. There was boxes everywhere, so I figured that they were just moving in too. In the hallway leading from the living room and kitchen to my room and bathroom, I placed a picture of Cory, Topanga, Angela, Jack, Eric, and me. together. Like we used to be. (author's note: =,( ) In my room, which was painted white with crisp bamboo floors, I placed my boxes and bought a memory foam matress ( bed is coming tomorrow along with other furniture) The apartment is temporary untill I have an SO to live with and buy a different apartment with. By 6 pm I had unpacked my comforter, sheets pillows, desk, my journal, my books, awards, toiletries, nessessities, posters, and curtains. Nearly perfect. I headed over to Topanga's to help her and Katy with their Karyoke and Poetry night. I was going to read my newest poem. Guess what it's about. She wracks my brain. Every night. The ghost of what I could of had. My new poem, Bitter Sweet Memories. It's not a haiku, more free verse.

Bitter Sweet,

Unlike meat

which is salty

while the bitter is faulty

and the sweet is fake

to cover the mistake of memories

which come to haunt

and they come and gaunt you

to show what you had

and what you wish you now have

how it works, nobody knows

because they cant see beyond their nose

If you look past and deep

the journey is perilous and steep

you will find your pains

your awards and gains.

Memories are keys of the past

happy or sad, they are meant to last.

Remember those god foresaken memories,

because one day you will realize how much they mean for a short summary

You should make them

and keep them

and dont ever lose them

or bruise them

they are apart of your soul

so make it your goal

to share and keep them

they are a real gem.

That is my poem. Sappy as it may be, it's completely true, and I'm tired of hiding from the truth. I walked over, journal in hand. Topanga for some reason wouldn't let me see the makeshift stage for some reason. "We clawed we chained our hearts in vain" a famliar sweet sound filled my ear, although I couldn't tell who's voice it was. "We jumped never asking why. We kissed I fell under your spell" I still couldn't place my finger on it. I wrestled out of Topanga's grip. Angela in all her glory was singing on the stage. My mouth was parched. My eyes ran. I could barely see. "Don't you ever say i jut walked away" she was singing about Me. ME. "I will always love you. I can't live a lie, running for my life, I will alays love you. I stormed out of Topanga's without relizing that I had dropped my journal. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! I couldn't beleive it. I ran into the nearest bar, Louie's Dream, and ordered one beer after the next. I knew I was drunk, and I normally don't drink, because of my mean drunk thing, but right now, I seriously needed it. I felt myself slowly stripping away from conciousness and all my problems and "eskimos" that I have had in my life. I stumbled back in the apartment, mowing and shoving past everyone in my way. I plopped on the bed exausted. I slept, not soundlessly, mind you, about my life. Sweat caked my face which was already flushed in a cerise reddish color. "Why havn't you given up yet? All your friends have. One of your friends even surrendered in the trashcan! Stop tryin to prove yourself to me, son! Why don't you impress your own father?!" 's voice boomed in my ear. "He's dead, SIR!" I huffed. "How about your mother, then?" "She's gone too, sir." I wheezed out, not liking where the conversation was heading. "So both your parents are dead then?""No. She left me and my Dad. Twice." "Son, stop. We're talkin'." I sat down, sucking up some air. "You see, sir, I havn't been able to be in a real relationship untill your dauhter, sir." "Well, she just doesn't seem to like you, son" "That's where you are wrong sir. She loves me." I replied with a stupid, boyish grin. I started back to the push ups. "Daddy! You were supposed to pick me up for dinner over 30 minutes ago!" "Well, I didn't think anyone would last this long." He explained to his daughter. "Hi, Angela!" I wheezed out, practically yelling."Shawn! Stop trying to impress my father! You wont get to me through him!" She yelled at me. "He says you love him..." Sgt. Moore said carefully to her. "Well, I don't!" She yelled and kicked me over. It didn't hurt physically, just emotionally. My heart was practically shattered. I slowly drifted for conciousness and passed out entirely.

I woke up, heart pounding with sweat streaming down my face. Then, I remembered the day she left for Europe. I'm not going to let her go this time.

Author's Note:

Well, that is the first chapter of my fanfic! What do you think? Please comment and tell me what you think. Constructive critisism only! Thanks for reading!

XOXO, Randomness Fan out! Peas and carrots, everyone! =P

PS That was my first story! Whoop!