Chapter one- Blast from the past

"Daddy!!" Abigal tore through the room waving a brightly colored piece of paper above her head.

The man looked up from his computer to catch the incoming seven year old and put her on his lap.

"What's that?"

"You got invited to a party!" she giggled.

"Oh really? Do I get to eat all the cake?" he poked her.

She laughed. "Nooo…not that kind! It's for a school."

He made a confused face and took the piece of paper from his daughters hands. John Adams ten year reunion. It seemed like just yesterday they walked the stage. He sighed and gently smacked his daughters thighs for her to get up. She hopped off him and he found his wife in the kitchen, stirring some sauce for dinner. He went up behind her and grabbed her waist, soliciting a squeal.

"Cory! What if I had sauce on this spoon?" she laughed as she turned around.

"Well then I'd probably be kind of red right now," he grinned as he kissed her.

"What's up?"

He held up the pink piece of paper. "We're invited to a our ten year reunion."

Her face fell and he laughed. "Feel old?"

She made a face. "…Sadly yes."

"Hey I wonder if Shawn got one of these…"

"I don't know how they'd be able to find him over in the Middle East Cory. It's not like he has a forwarding address listed."

He shrugged, his mind still a million miles a way. He hadn't thought of anyone from high school in ten years now, with the exception of Angela, Shawn and Feeny. And the last one only because he kept popping up in random places, not by choice. People like Frankie and Joey hadn't crossed his mind in years though. And then there was Minkus. Oh yes, Minkus would probably go as well.

"Cory?" Topanga waved a hand in front of his face with a worried expression.

He looked at her. "You just really zoned out there for a second, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. So what do you say, you up for this?"

She looked at the paper in hesitation. "It's been so long since we've seen any of them…"

"That's half the fun though!"

She looked at him suspiciously but caved in the end. "Alright. Well it's in six weeks. Huh, I thought they were supposed to send these things out like months in advance…" she shrugged and turned back around to get some sauce.

"Taste?" she held the spoon out to her husband.

"Hunter!"

Shawn poked his head around the corner. No matter what anyone said, he wasn't the one that peed in half the canteens yesterday. He was just being framed. And the sad thing…was that it was the truth. Brilliant plan. Unfortunately he couldn't take credit for it. Hell he wasn't even mad, his didn't get pissed in.

"Mail call. Get your ass in here!"

Shawn's body relaxed and he walked up to the sergeant. Letter from Cory, letter from Cory's parents, short letter from Feeny, a brightly colored piece of paper.

"What's up with the gay paper?" his bunkmate Owen called out to him.

Shawn's eyes stayed glued to the paper. His ten year reunion. Half of him couldn't believe it had been ten years, the other half couldn't believe that it was only ten years. He hadn't thought about anyone from John Adams in years. With the exception of Feeny and the Matthews that is.

"Bro, you haven't blinked for like two minutes…" Owen poked him.

Shawn shook his head and looked at the guy. "High school reunion…" he mumbled.

Owen just laughed. "Man am I glad that I'm 23. I feel pretty young next to you right about now."

Shawn just smirked in his direction.

"Hey you can go to it."

"What are you talking about?"

Owen pointed to the date. "It's in six weeks. We go home in four. Happy celebrations to you."

"Crap," he muttered.

Owen looked up from getting water. "You weren't gonna go were you?"

Shawn rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.

"What's her name?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Hunter, you think I'm really that fucking stupid?"

He sighed. "Angela."

"Oh right. That chick you used to talk about all the time. Man, it'll be fine. It's been ten years. You're not eighteen anymore, everything's cool after the age of 25, I promise," he clapped him on the back as he started to walk away. "And if you get any pictures of any cute girls today….feel free to share!" he hollered.

He knew he was talking about Topanga. Cory sent him Christmas pictures a while ago and Owen grabbed one of Topanga hanging ornaments on the tree and started whistling. Shawn explained that Topanga was like his sister. Owen retaliated with saying he had really good genes. Some guys just don't get it. Shawn just balled up the reunion paper and threw it at Owen and watched it hit him square in the middle of the head as he was mid sip of water.

Angela Moore looked over at her boyfriend, John, who was slicing up cucumbers for their salad and smiled.

"Do I have something on me?" he asked after a minute.

She blushed and looked down. "Just enjoying the view," she murmured.

"Oh yeah?" he asked with a smirk as he came up behind her and put his hands around her waist.

She giggled as he kissed her neck slowly.

"John!! Dinner's going to be ready soon!"

He shrugged. "Baby, dinner will be here. I ain't even worried about that," he said softly, his slight southern accent coming out.

She shrieked as he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. They had been together for two years, and to be honest…in the beginning they had loathed each other entirely. She thought he was a stuck up rich white boy and he thought she was a pretentious outspoken black girl with no feelings for anyone else but herself. Damn her boss for making them work together! Although they did finally figure out that they were better lovers than fighters after a couple of months. Ever since they had that fateful lunch with some ignorant bastards from the bank down the street. They thought they were already a couple and couldn't understand why John would "want to lower his standards for someone like her", saying all of this of course right in front of her. Angela stood up, about ready to cry when John put a hand on her arm and told her to sit back down. The anger in his voice was something she never heard before and it kind of threw her off, so she sat back down without a word. John had then stood up and calmly threw his napkin on the table, walked over to the guys and punched them in the face. Of course he got fired after that. But it was all worth it since after he punched them both he kissed her. Three months later they were living together in his apartment. Finally, two months after she moved in she finally told him she loved him. Everyone at her job said they could tell that they were supposed to be together and were just waiting on the two of them to figure it all out. Now he had taken a position at a portrait studio, which was something he didn't mind doing although it didn't compare to the freelance photography he longed to accomplish someday, and she was working at a different bank now. One that didn't make her work eighty hour weeks and then berate her for being 'lazy' during the day when she snuck out for lunch breaks.

"I love you…" he whispered in her ear as they lay next to each other a half hour later.

She smiled as she rolled over and gently kissed him. "I know you do baby. But you know what I love?"

He pretended to think hard about this. "Me?" he asked putting on a cute face.

"Yeah, you. And that steak that's been in the kitchen…"

He rolled his eyes. "Always about food with you isn't it?" he joked.

"Oh, so if you're telling me that if you were hungry and I made you come in here-"

"Made you?" he arched an eyebrow.

"…Alright fine. If you were hungry and I swept you off your adorable little feet when there was a delicious prime rib sitting there in your reach….that you wouldn't be hungry later?"

He laughed. "I'm a guy. Those rules don't apply. We're always hungry," he joked as he leaned down and kissed her as he started to leave the room.

"Yeah well you're lucky you're cute," she grumbled after him.

"What's this?" he asked as he held up a neon yellow piece of paper from the table.

She glanced at it and rolled her eyes. "High school reunion."

He nodded and tried not to smile. "Huh…"

"Oh go ahead and crack your jokes, I'm not going anyway."

"Why not?" he asked as he put the food on the table.

She arched her eyebrow. "Why go a function where I haven't seen people in years that probably forgot who I was and are only interested in seeing how much I've screwed up?"

He pretended to clean out his ear. "I'm sorry. All I could hear was blah, blah, blah, I'm too afraid to go."

She stared at him. "You don't understand…" she mumbled.

"So make me then," he said softly as he took her hands. "Ange, whenever I've heard you talk about your high school days, you always have the biggest smile on your face. You had some amazing friends back then, ones that I'm sure that would love to see you again. Don't just not go because you're afraid to see them. I bet you ten bucks that they haven't forgotten you," he said rolling his eyes.

"You sound like my dad…" she said not looking at him.

He put a finger on her chin and gently guided her eyes back to his. "I have more where that came from, trust me. Did you forget that I had two sisters growing up? I'm very good at this."

She sighed and looked at him. Seeing that he wasn't going to give up until she gave him a legitimate reason for not going…and that she didn't have one other than avoiding someone she was sure wouldn't show up anyway, she threw her hands in the air.

"Fine! I'll go, I'll go," she sighed. "I want you to know that I am dragging your ass to this too now…"

"Oh when you say it like that, how could I say no?" he grinned as he gently tugged on one her curls as he sat down to eat.

a/n: so i took down my other reunion story and started it over. after reading it through again, i realized that people were right. Shawn wouldn't have acted that way and neither would Topanga. Plus i just wasn't feeling it anymore. so i'm starting it over...and hopefully better. y'all be the judge!!! leave me some looooove. giggles -nikki