One in a Million

By G.H.

A/N: Well...I'm planning one more chapter after this...if all goes according to plan. ^_^ Sorry for the wait!

One in a Million

By G.H.



The city lights and other cars couldn't have held the attention of the two people in the green cab no matter how hard they tried. The seconds stretched into minutes, and the feet into miles.

"Angela..." Shawn could only stare in sheer wonder (What were the chances of this happening?) at her until she asked him what was wrong. "I thought I'd never see you again"

She smiled at him and softly spoke "Well...you did. Why did you lose the goatee?" She ran her finger across his shaven chin, he closed his eyes when he felt her touch. He opened his eyes, looking at her from a sideways glance.

"My boss said it made me look like a tortured artist." Shawn smiled at her.

"But you ARE a tortured artist, baby" Shawn gave her a startled look at still being called 'baby'. Her hand wouldn't seem to pull away from his face, He smiled softly at her.

"Only without you."

Angela was slightly taken aback by this. He still loved her? How was that possible? They'd stopped writing, so Angela had naturally assumed that meant they weren't 'an item' anymore.

"I don't want to sound like a jackass, but, why didn't you ever write me back?" He looked at her with those brown eyes you could just delve into.

"I though you didn't love me anymore. But still, I should still have written you as a friend." Angela looked down sadly at her purse, which still carried some of their earlier notes. Shawn mummbled something which could have been translated to "I loved you for a long time."

"What do you mean, shawn?" Angela finally managed to pull her hand away from his face, but not her eyes from it. He hadn't really changed. He had grown out his hair just a bit and his face had gotten more serious (stress, she supposed), but it was still very clear that this was Shawn. The man who had filled her dreams all through high-school and college. She had so wanted him to come back to her, to be held in his arms. Angela fought those feelings, and over years managed to subdue them enough to start dating other men. And now that he was here, within arm's length, those feelings came back with a vengeance. Being a helpless romantic, and unable to control her feelings, she feel forward to hug him.

"I mean...Nevermind." He wrapped his arms around her body, and they embraced, neither one really wanting it to end. He was suddenly stuck by a thought: Was she married? So he asked her in a very direct fashion.

"Won't your husband mind, Angela?" He looked down at her.

"I don't have a husband, None of my boyfriends have felt right." She suddenly found the floor of the cab very interesting.

"Angela...I need to let you know, I've felt this way for years, ever since High School."

"What, Shawn?" She untangled herself from his arms so she could look him straight in the eye.

Neither of them had realised it, but they were acting almost like their old selves. Also they didn't realise the cab driver was crying and whispering 'That is so romantic, why won't my boyfriend do that for me? If she doesn't take him, I will'.

"Angela, I love you. I can't stand to be away from you. The last 4 years have been...nothing...without you."

(A/N: Please ignore Agnela's obscene overuse of the word 'baby' :P)

"Really? You mean that, baby?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"I love High School Sweetheart stories" The Cab driver cried...literally. "That is just so beautiful!"

"Hey, Cory and Topanga are Pre-school Sweethearts" Shawn laughed.

"Sir, we're at your destination." Shawn looked at her in annoyance, and he was actually starting to get somewhere with Angela. So, he settled for the next best thing and gave her his cell phone number and told her to call him the next day. She nodded, and to his suprise, gave his a kiss. On the lips. Oh yeah. He quickly contemplated staying in the car, and saying 'screw you' to the buyers. But, his boss wouldn't like that very much. Shawn paid the cab his money, said a goodbye to Angela, and walked into 'La Rue'. It was where he would be meeting with the CEO and Treasurer of the company. La Rue was a French store that had some places set up in England, and saw some major problems with the latest GamiCorp shipment.

"I can believe zis! Zis iz just...horrifying!" The CEO looked furiously at shawn and held up one of the Women's Large shirts. It had holes all over it, and they looked like little rips in the fabric. shawn rolled his eyes and started to say something, but was 'Shhed' by the nearest body guard.

"Ve have gotten our stock from GamiCorp for years, and vous write us off like ve are insects! Vous can't do dis!" The owner pointed at shawn, and his chubby face turning an unhealthy looking blue color.

"First, Drop the accent. You ain't Swedish. Second, why are you yelling at me, I don't make the clothes! And Third, why did I have to fly all the way over here? I just got done meeting the woman I'm gonna marry someday, and you force me to come and liten to your bitching! All I wanted to do was go back to the woman of my dreams and you screwed it up!" Shawn realised he had just said all of that and sat down very quickly, far, far away from the bodyguards (Who, by the way, were crunching their nuckles and growling).

One of the old women who was having her hair re-bleached took off the hair dryer and cucumber eye masks, went up to him and grabbed his shoulder firmly. She pulled him around to look at her, even though she was about a foot shorter than him, she had a fierce demeanor.

She playfully slapped his right cheek a bit and asked him "do you love her, boy?" Shawn grimaced when her nails started digging into his shoulder.

"Yeah, I do. could you please let go of my shoulder?" Her grip got tighter "Please?" she realised his shoulder, and he softly massaged it, wincing a bit.

"I'm sorry, but I just get so worked up when I see young lovers torn apart! It's bloody horrible!" The old Lady looked extremely flustered, and the fact that her hair was 4 inches tall didn't help much, either. shawn gave her a frightened look and decided to wrap up his conversation.

"So. The new shipment will be here in a few days and send back the old stuff and we'll give you a refund, or a trade-in. Okay?"

The Owner gave him a wierd look (which did not fit his watery blue eyes well. It actually made him resemble a rat) and said "Yes, dat iz fine. But zis iz my true accent"

"Hey, it worked on Cellini" shawn shrugged, grabbed his rather battered suitcase and briefcase, and walked out the door, turning to say 'Adios'.

The owner had an even more confused look on his face "did he just insult my cousin Bosco? What kind of man does he think he iz?!"

The Old woman, who had settled herself back in her hair-drying chair called out "A ladies' man! He speaks Spanish!" She finished with a slighty-disturbing 'squee'.

Shawn sighed and tried to navigate his was to the hotel. The silence on the streets was a bit creepy, so he told himself just to listen to the rolling and occasional creak as he dragged his luggage down the street. Sure, it was beat up. And sure, he could buy a frikkin Gucci suitcase if he wanted to. But everything he was now, was nothing like he used to be. He couldn't even point out the last day that he wore something that wasn't a business suit on a workday. As corny as it sounded, that battered old suitcase was a part of him, a part of what he used to be...possibly, deep down, what kind of person he still was. He stopped his walking and opened the circle doors to the hotel, where he went up the register and, thanks to the time of night, went right up to the Man at the computer.

You see, one of the great thigns about being such an important person, was that you didn't have a check-in or check-out time. Hell, it was 3am right now. That meant that...it was about evening in America, right? Right now Cory and Topanga would be playing with their son, Andrew. He was only a little kid, but he was a big handful. Shawn had made the msitake of babysitting for him once. He would never do that again, only a completely insane person would go through that torture. A person like Eric.

The man at the counter looked very tired, Shawn let the bellman take his luggage up to room 305 and he decided to take the elevator.Trying to ginore the bad msuic, he stepped off as soon as possible and practically ran into his room. He took in the scenary, it was nice. angela would have loved it. There was a beautiful view from the balcony, overlooking most of liverpool. Reaching into his suitcase he found some sleepwear (Boxer-shorts. It's the only way to sleep.) and set his clock for 9:30. He was gonna sleep in tomorrow. Shawn went over to the red floor-lamp (Which gave the room an eried burgundy glow) and turned the switch, clicking the bulb off. He felt around for the bed, and you know what? He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Shawn jumped a foot in the air when his alarm clock let off the horribly loud buzzer. 6 hours already? No frikkin way. Shawn sighed and went out into the hall to get his newspaper. He looked up and winked at the girl next door giving him catcalls, she giggled and retreated back into her room. Reading the cover, he decided there was nothing worth his time, so he went to the task of getting in his suit and going to work with some other troubled English....people. He sleepily walked over to his cell phone and checked for messages.

He was awoken out of his sleepy demeanor by a voice that had haunted his dreams the previous night.

"Shawn, it's me Angela, meet me at the Debbison Bookstore at 9am, look for it on a map, I wanna talk to you. You know, catch up."

8:47. Oh crap. Shawn speedily pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. His meetings didn't start till 1:30, and he wanted to Show Angela that he was still the Shawn she knew. He jumped off the elvator, a spring in his step, and walked to the conierge desk to ask for a map.

Shawn soon found himself quite lost, even though Liverpool wasn't that hard to get around in. He probably passed by the place he was supposted to go at least 3 times before he realised he was going around in a big circle. He never was that good at reading maps. He shook off any embarassment and put on a confident mask as he looked around in the bookstore for her.

Of course! She would be in the poetry section. Where else? He spied her reading a book of sonnets, looking even more beautiful than he remembered her the night prior. He picked up the nearest poe book and moved close to her.

"Waiting for someone?" He grinned as her head snapped up in suprise. His grin got even wider when she gave him a big hug.

"Shawn! You actually found this place...and it only took you...45 minutes" She laughed.

"Wherever you go, I'll always find you." He paused "I sounded like a stalker, didn't I?"

she nodded and starte dlaughing as she and him got into an in-depth conversation about old friends and family, whih turned into porms, which turned into jobs. Angela grabbed Shawn's hand and pulled him out through the middle of the street, into another small store. This looked to be a glass store. Angela picked out one of the frosted hearts and stuck it in her purse, when they walked out she simply told the woman to 'Put it on her tab'.



Shawn was having such a good time with her that he barely realised when it hit 1:30. With a woman like Angela, a whole day could be spent and you wouldn't even realise it. To Angela's suprise, Shawn actually took out his cell phone and called 'La Rue' to tell them that he'd taken sick from bad Spaggetti at one of the resturaunts and couldn't make it to the meeting, for fear that he might puke on them. they bought it, and Shawn and Angela spent the rest of the day out on the town. angela would show him all of her favorite stores, and he would tag along. Who cares if he wasn't doing anything productive...business wise. He was, however, scoring serious points in the relationship with Angela category. By the time it was 6:00, they had had a heated debate on which was better, manicotti or lobster. Angela said that you simply couldn't compare the two, but shawn said that everything was comparable. So they finally settled on a fancy resturaunt, in the middle of surrounding shops.

when they were seated at their table, Shawn decided that he would strike then.

"Angela, I jsut want you to know how much I appreciate you spending time with me."

"I know how much you hate shopping, baby. I guess I got a little carried away."

"No, don't feel to bad. It was fun...for shopping. But I have to know something."

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do. Do you feel the same way?"

"I have since High School. Angela...I made a bad mistake when you left. You changed me, and you changed me for the better, too. Who knows where I'd be if you hadn't come along? I love you as much as is physically possible. I wanted you to stay back in College, but I knew how much this trip with your father meant to you. I don't regret letting you go with him...what I regret is letting you go without asking you something. I had it all prepared. I was ready. But I knew if I asked you, you wouldn't have left. I wanted you to be happy. Now...I think is the right time to ask the question. I know that it's sudden...but if I don't do this now, how knows when I'll have to go to some other country and leave you again. I don't want to lose you again, Angela. I love you so much."

Shawn got down on one knee and watched angela's eyes get wide and fill with tears of happiness. Shawn pulled out the ring he had bought 4 years earlier. It was now or never.

"Angela Moore, Will you marry me?"

Angela looked him straight in the eye, and in a cracking voice joined him on the floor and said,

"Yes."

Ooookay. I jsut had to get that outta my system. There might be another chapter along the way, and if there is, it's gonna be the actual wedding. That is...if this chapter gets good reactions. Hell...even if it doesn't I might make another chapter. Whatever. God Bless!