DISCLAIMER:

"Is-An-y-bo-dy-be-hind-you,-my-Shawn? We're all alone here, I'm gonna bail, you better not, oh yes I will….." I DON'T OWN BOY MEETS WORLD, though I still don't know who does anymore…?

On the boulevard

Looking for your face

Fearing where you might be

On the boulevard

Killing the pain of not knowing

With hands and heart of stony grace

On the boulevard

Waiting to know

Waiting to die

Wanting you back

On the boulevard

Shawn and Cory the unstoppable duo in school. Topenga had joined the group as the girlfriend, but she still considered Shawn a dear friend.

Jonathan Turner thought back on the year it had been since Shawn's father left town. Shawn'd become like a son to him. He wanted to go back and change his decision not to sign the adoption papers, and he wanted to give Shawn a home. He didn't know if Shawn really wanted that though, but he would damn well make sure Shawn had a life to live.

He would give Shawn a key to his apartment, let him come and go as he wanted. He wanted Shawn to know he would be there for him everyday if he needed it. He knew of the trailer he and his father lived in, if it was anything, he'd give Shawn and his father a "gift" so to speak.

There was a scholarship available which he was sure Shawn could enter, his grades had improved so when he came here to live. Able to concentrate on studying instead of taking care of his father, Shawn had become on the level with Topenga and Minkus. Even Cory was doing well. Shawn and Angela had gotten together, and life was better for everyone in his life.

Yes life was going well for Shawn and Jon.

Shawn and Cory had the same homeroom, and 1st period class together that year. They always did the same everyday. Got up, and took the bus from Turner's apartment, close to Cory's home. Today was no different. The two walked from the buses at Cory's place where Shawn would walk up the street to Jon's apartment after he had done his homework.

Shawn had felt slightly lightheaded as they had gotten off the bus, but he attributed it to vertigo in getting off the bus too fast. So they started their homework, and they were through with everything except for their math homework, and art projects.

"You two almost done, Cory? It's almost dinnertime, you two have been at that for hours. Are you sure you two aren't sick? Usually you guys will flake off until the last minute." Alan said as he prepared dinner. "Shawn you want to stay for dinner?"

Shawn replied, "No I promised Jon I'd be home for dinner, so I'll see you later." Shawn lied through his teeth with that, no such promise, he knew Jon wouldn't be home for a while, so he wanted to get home and dose up on Tylenol and go to bed before Jon got home.

He'd been getting dizzy spells all day, and he felt slightly sick to his stomach, and wasn't in mood for dinner. Cory didn't notice a thing, Shawn knew from experience he wouldn't, so he got his homework done there. Jon wouldn't want to be bothered to take care of him, he in his solid bachelor ways would never know how to be a parent. Jon didn't sign the adoption papers, so Shawn had given up on ever having a permanent home with memories after his mother disappeared with the trailer, and his father took off after her. He knew his father wouldn't come back. He never did. He felt unwanted, depressed, and used. Girls used him for fantasies all the time, some even tried to take advantage of him. With the trailer townie look, and no money, why would anyone want "poor, little Shawn Hunter…" Oh yes he may have been going out with girls since 6th grade, but none lasted. Only Angela ever did, and she dumped him the other night for some rich dude across town. Her father in the military, couldn't even keep them together two weeks.

He wasn't about to commit suicide though, he could overdose anytime he wanted, but Jon's obvious care kept him from it. He couldn't hurt Jon by doing that to him, by leaving. That was why when his father returned, he would kill himself. He didn't want to go back to his old life. As the street punk who everyone talks bad about but never around.

As he neared the street corner Jon's apartment was on, he unlocked the door. Walking over to the bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet and poured a couple of Tylenol pills in his hand. He drank the two down with water and got ready for bed, put on some pjs, and went to sleep an hour before Jon got home. Shawn always set his alarm for 6:30am, so he could eat breakfast and be out he door early enough for the 7:30 bus.

Jon Turner always checked in with Shawn before hitting the sack, just making sure he was doing his homework, and being healthy.

In the morning, Shawn's alarm woke him up. He got out of bed, but still felt a little woozy, tired, but he thought it would pass as he had gotten up quick. As he walked into the kitchen area of the little flat, Jon asked "How'd you sleep? You get your homework done last night at the Matthews'?" "Sure Jon, sure." "Okay, but you know you have that test in my class today don't you?" Shawn blinked, even through the sleepy haze of the morning sun, he was able to understand "test" and "Today"… His eyes widened at the realization that he hadn't studied, but he had turned all his homework in, so Jon started quizzing him when he asked. Seeing as he knew it all from memory, he did pass for Jon's preliminary impromptu study session, so he caught the bus, and met Cory outside homeroom.

As it turned out, Shawn could barely keep his eyes open all day, though he did stay awake, if on purely adrenaline, for Jon's class. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't want to make a fuss. Jonathan was new at the whole parenting thing, he wouldn't want to deal with this, and Shawn knew he didn't want to have Shawn long-term, so he didn't bother with getting any help. He would wait until his father returned.

As the days continued however, his vow became steadily harder to keep to. He had begun throwing up every time he ate anything, so he just didn't eat in front of Jon.

Shawn's grades had been declining, and Jon couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He thought Shawn was happy here with him, and he seemed happy. He wasn't sick, as far as he could tell at least, though he might not be showing it. He could hide things pretty well. So Jonathan decided to talk to Shawn, and figure what was going on with his grades.

"Hey Shawn, I spoke with Mr. Feeny today, and he told me that you haven't been doing well in any of your classes. Care to tell me why?" Jon asked when Shawn got home that night.

"I don't know, I guess I just haven't been doing well."

"Well that's not a good enough answer Shawn, when I took you in I wanted you to do well in classes. I don't want to be the bad guy here, but I'm going to have ground you from visiting the Matthews' or any after school activities until you pull these grades up."

"NO! I mean umm, no, I'll figure out something on my own, you don't need to help me."

"I'd like to Shawn, I can help you if you'll let me in. I'm a little hurt that you don't seem to want that though. What can I do?"

"I'm sorry, if you want me to leave, I could just go back to live with the Matthews'."

"Shawn, why would I want that, I just want to help, tell me what's wrong. Let me in please, you have been avoiding eye contact with me for the entire conversation. SHAWN!"

At this, Shawn jumped, and raised his eyes, and his eyebrows, to the top of his head. Jon had never shouted like that, and it had sent his ears ringing. For such a quiet person, Jon could probably hold his own in a screaming match. As Shawn raised his eyes, he knew what he was hiding, his eyes were sunken, had grey circles under his eyes. He had been sleeping, but the illness really took a lot out of him. He knew now from research that he had a disease called Luekemia, and it had been at stage 1 when he had begun the dizzy spells. He looked into Jon's eyes, and…