One in a Million
By G.H.
A/N: Awww...last chapter. Get ready for: The wedding. BTW...this takes place in 2004.
Dilemma: If you watch the opening credits of BMW, you find two mistakes. not only does Cory go through the open door in one frame, and then it magically closes the next frame, But Eric also endangers all their lives. Near the middle of the intro, at one point Shawn is sitting on the side of car, Cory and Topanga are sitting on the top of the back seats, and Eric is sitting on the top of the seat like shawn. So I ask you: WHO IS DRIVIN' THE FRIGGIN' CAR, MAN?!?!?
One in a Million
By G.H.
3,000 miles away, Cory and his beautiful wife Topanga sat on the rose couch in their comfortable apartment watching 'Holes' with Andrew. They had finally managed to wear down his energy, and their's, by chasing him around the apartment in a big circle for over an hour. Right now andrew was leaning his small head on Topanga's shoulder, and Topanga was leaning on Cory, who was leaning against the wall, all munching on sperate bowls of popcorn. Topanga had had a long day at the shop today, and Cory was sick with the 24-hour flu. they had both decided it best to just chill at home and spend quality time with their spawn-of-satan child. Topanga could remember her parents saying that one day, when she had kids, they hoped they were just like her. Her mother always said that under those pigtails were horns. She was probably right. Right in the middle of the part where Stanley was climbing up the mountain with Zero on his back, the phone rang. Seeing how Topanga clearly wasn't in the mood to get up, and wake the almost-sleeping child, he got up instead.
"Hello?" Cory asked tentatively. It was very late.
"Cor, I have great news!" He'd know that voice anywhere.
"Shawnie!" cory saw Topanga and Andrew's eyes come over to him at the mention of the name "What is it?"
"I'm getting married..."Cory promptly choked on his popcorn. He tried to resume the conversation with Topanga's hand pounding on his back.
"You're getting married? Shawnie...isn't it a little soon?"
"Cory....It's Angela. I'm gonna marry Angela Moore."
"Woah! Score for shawn..." Cory laughed.
"I want you to be my Best Man...and Angela wants topanga for Matron of Honor." Cory hadn't heard Shawn sound this happy in four years.
"Yeah, sure. Me and Topanga would love it. But what about Jack?"
"He said he understood, becuase you were more like a brother to me than anyone else."
"Yeah, So...how'd you get in touch with Angela?"
So Shawn proceeded to tell Cory of possibly the most suprising moment of his life. They talked for an hour, just about life. Hah, and you thought only women could talk for hours on the phone.
Five Months Later
The wedding was the next day, and Angela and Shawn walked hand-in-hand into the large room where they would have the reception. It was inPhiladelphia, Pennsylvania, back where it all started. Shawn was going to enjoy it very much, because of the hog trough. Oh yes, revenge would be his. (For those of you who don't know, the Hog trough is a tradition we Ohioans do. What happens is that the older, unmarried sibling(s) of the bride and groom have to dance in a small hog trough until it breaks, which causes mass embarassment. I am looking forward to doing this to my brother. *Evil Laugh*)
Cory and Topanga, with andrew trailing behind, followed Shawn and Angela into the area. It looked fancy, not quiet as fancy as the Peterson wedding reception...but...Topanga preferred to forget the whole fiasco. Cory thought it was just damn funny.
"I'm glad that this is going much better than our weddi-"
"Shhh!" Cory put his finger to her lips. She gave him a questioning look and he explained to her "You'll jinx them!"
Topnaga rolled her eyes and went over to Angela, to congradulate her. Finding her and Shawn in a compromising position (They were having a snog-fest on the couch in the corner), she lightly tapped Shawn on the shoulder, and told him to scram. Not wanting to face the wrath of Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, he scurried away, probably to try to convince Eric not to spike the drinks.
"This is a little sudden, don't you think?" Topanga looked worriedly at her.
"Well...if you really think about it, we've been on and off for seven years."
"You're not jsut doing this to make him happy...are you?" Wow...THAT got a wierd look from Angela.
"No, I love him. I really do, just like you love Cory."
"I just wanted to make sure you weren't making a mistake"
"Why would I make a mistake? It's Shawn, I trust him."
"I'm just looking out for you!"
"Well don't, I'm fine! I've got a finacee now, I'm not your helpless little ex-roomate"
Shawn and Cory looked at the two, then looked at eachother, sharing a visual 'Uh oh'. Shawn walked over to Angela, and tried to bring her to him, away from Topanga, who Cory was doing likewise to.
"Angela, Honey, Do you really want to be mad at Topanga now? Angela's probably your best friend. It's gonna be her wedding day, be happy for her." Cory was having a hard time controling Topanga, and Shawn had just given up.
"Yeah, Lawrence, listen to Matthews. He really knows how to not fight on a wedding day."
The Four looked up to see who's the mysterious voice belonged to, and Shawn opoed right out of his chair to go give a friendly handshake to the man.
"I'm glad you could make it, Jon." Shawn looked at him, now they were about eye-level, grinning.
"Wouldn't miss it, Hunter." Turner and Shawn walked back to the other three, who were quite stunned.
Turner looked a bit different from the last time they had seen him. A year and a half after the motorcycle wreck, he had finsihed physical therapy for his bad leg and had resumed teaching, but on the other side of John Adams High (Dun Dun Dun). He couldn't make it their graduation either because of the 6th grader's graduation. Due to the accident he had a not-so-nice looking scar on his right cheek, and a slight limp from a bad break in his leg that hadn't ever healed up fully.
Topanga looked over at Angela and suddenly hugged her "I'm so Sorry I was mad at you. This is Shawn we're talkign about, not an axe-murderer" Topanga suddenly started crying while still hugging her and Cory grumbled something about Moodswings.
Remembering what had just been said by the eldest of the group, Cory felt obligated to give Turner a snooty look, which quickly turned into a smile. "I couldn't help it, Mr. Turner, Shawn provoked me."
"Well...He called me Trailer Trash." Shawn said, in a very 'I-can-justify-any-of-my-actions' vocie.
Turner Laughed and asked "6pm Tomorrow, right?"
Cory nodded and everyone said goodbye to Turner as he left. It kinda made them wonder who else would be showing at the wedding.
The Next Day
Shawn stood on the alter, looking down over the crowd, occasionally smiling at some of the familiar faces. Those who had been able to make it had included Mr. Turner, Mr. Williams, Mr. Feeny, Joey Epstein, Frankie Stacino, Mr. Lempke, Minkus, and his step-morther, Virna. The music starting shook Shawn out of his crowd watching and instead made his eyes focus on the Groomsmen and Bridesmaides.
Cory, the Best Man, walked hand in hand with Topanga, the Matron of honor. Next came Eric, holding Rachael's arm (Maid of Honor). Then Jack, holding a girl named Lareena's arm. Shawn stood on the alter, giving all of his friends smiles, anxiously waiting for Angela to walk down the isle. He was completely and totaly oblivious to the wedding march when he saw his fiance walk down that isle. Her hair was perfect, her dress was perfect, and she was glowing. If Shawn could imagine an angel (no pun intended), that being wouldn't even come close to her. Angela's father grasped she and shawn's hands and spoke to them.
"Treat eachother with respect and love. You deserve it."
The two took eachother's hand, and walked slowly back up the stairs to where the preacher stood, giving them and kind smile and holding his bible open. He turned his head to Shawn, and spoke to him in a kind voice.
"Do you, Shawn Hunter, Take Angela Moore, To be your wife? To be your partner and your one true love?"
"I do."
"Will you cherish her frienship, and lover her today, tomorrow, and forever"
"I do"
"Will you trust her and honor her, and love her faithfully?"
"I do"
"I Do you giver her your life to keep, so help you god?"
"I do"
Someo of the residents of the crowd started crying, and other put on satisfied smiles. The Preacher turned to Angela and started her vows.
"Do you, Angela Moore, Take Shawn Hunter, To be your husband? To be your partner and your one true love?"
"I do."
"Will you cherish him frienship, and lover him today, tomorrow, and forever"
"I do"
"Will you trust him and honor him, and love him faithfully?"
"I do"
"I Do you give him your life to keep, so help you god?"
"I do"
The Preacher smiled at them and held his bible. "By the power vested in me by the commonwealth of the state of Pennsylvania and by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"
Shawn looked at Angela and she returned his loving gaze, and they sealed their marriage with a kiss.
~~**The End**~~
A/N: It's done! Now I can go on to more Shawn angst...MWEHEHEHE.....
By G.H.
A/N: Awww...last chapter. Get ready for: The wedding. BTW...this takes place in 2004.
Dilemma: If you watch the opening credits of BMW, you find two mistakes. not only does Cory go through the open door in one frame, and then it magically closes the next frame, But Eric also endangers all their lives. Near the middle of the intro, at one point Shawn is sitting on the side of car, Cory and Topanga are sitting on the top of the back seats, and Eric is sitting on the top of the seat like shawn. So I ask you: WHO IS DRIVIN' THE FRIGGIN' CAR, MAN?!?!?
One in a Million
By G.H.
3,000 miles away, Cory and his beautiful wife Topanga sat on the rose couch in their comfortable apartment watching 'Holes' with Andrew. They had finally managed to wear down his energy, and their's, by chasing him around the apartment in a big circle for over an hour. Right now andrew was leaning his small head on Topanga's shoulder, and Topanga was leaning on Cory, who was leaning against the wall, all munching on sperate bowls of popcorn. Topanga had had a long day at the shop today, and Cory was sick with the 24-hour flu. they had both decided it best to just chill at home and spend quality time with their spawn-of-satan child. Topanga could remember her parents saying that one day, when she had kids, they hoped they were just like her. Her mother always said that under those pigtails were horns. She was probably right. Right in the middle of the part where Stanley was climbing up the mountain with Zero on his back, the phone rang. Seeing how Topanga clearly wasn't in the mood to get up, and wake the almost-sleeping child, he got up instead.
"Hello?" Cory asked tentatively. It was very late.
"Cor, I have great news!" He'd know that voice anywhere.
"Shawnie!" cory saw Topanga and Andrew's eyes come over to him at the mention of the name "What is it?"
"I'm getting married..."Cory promptly choked on his popcorn. He tried to resume the conversation with Topanga's hand pounding on his back.
"You're getting married? Shawnie...isn't it a little soon?"
"Cory....It's Angela. I'm gonna marry Angela Moore."
"Woah! Score for shawn..." Cory laughed.
"I want you to be my Best Man...and Angela wants topanga for Matron of Honor." Cory hadn't heard Shawn sound this happy in four years.
"Yeah, sure. Me and Topanga would love it. But what about Jack?"
"He said he understood, becuase you were more like a brother to me than anyone else."
"Yeah, So...how'd you get in touch with Angela?"
So Shawn proceeded to tell Cory of possibly the most suprising moment of his life. They talked for an hour, just about life. Hah, and you thought only women could talk for hours on the phone.
Five Months Later
The wedding was the next day, and Angela and Shawn walked hand-in-hand into the large room where they would have the reception. It was inPhiladelphia, Pennsylvania, back where it all started. Shawn was going to enjoy it very much, because of the hog trough. Oh yes, revenge would be his. (For those of you who don't know, the Hog trough is a tradition we Ohioans do. What happens is that the older, unmarried sibling(s) of the bride and groom have to dance in a small hog trough until it breaks, which causes mass embarassment. I am looking forward to doing this to my brother. *Evil Laugh*)
Cory and Topanga, with andrew trailing behind, followed Shawn and Angela into the area. It looked fancy, not quiet as fancy as the Peterson wedding reception...but...Topanga preferred to forget the whole fiasco. Cory thought it was just damn funny.
"I'm glad that this is going much better than our weddi-"
"Shhh!" Cory put his finger to her lips. She gave him a questioning look and he explained to her "You'll jinx them!"
Topnaga rolled her eyes and went over to Angela, to congradulate her. Finding her and Shawn in a compromising position (They were having a snog-fest on the couch in the corner), she lightly tapped Shawn on the shoulder, and told him to scram. Not wanting to face the wrath of Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, he scurried away, probably to try to convince Eric not to spike the drinks.
"This is a little sudden, don't you think?" Topanga looked worriedly at her.
"Well...if you really think about it, we've been on and off for seven years."
"You're not jsut doing this to make him happy...are you?" Wow...THAT got a wierd look from Angela.
"No, I love him. I really do, just like you love Cory."
"I just wanted to make sure you weren't making a mistake"
"Why would I make a mistake? It's Shawn, I trust him."
"I'm just looking out for you!"
"Well don't, I'm fine! I've got a finacee now, I'm not your helpless little ex-roomate"
Shawn and Cory looked at the two, then looked at eachother, sharing a visual 'Uh oh'. Shawn walked over to Angela, and tried to bring her to him, away from Topanga, who Cory was doing likewise to.
"Angela, Honey, Do you really want to be mad at Topanga now? Angela's probably your best friend. It's gonna be her wedding day, be happy for her." Cory was having a hard time controling Topanga, and Shawn had just given up.
"Yeah, Lawrence, listen to Matthews. He really knows how to not fight on a wedding day."
The Four looked up to see who's the mysterious voice belonged to, and Shawn opoed right out of his chair to go give a friendly handshake to the man.
"I'm glad you could make it, Jon." Shawn looked at him, now they were about eye-level, grinning.
"Wouldn't miss it, Hunter." Turner and Shawn walked back to the other three, who were quite stunned.
Turner looked a bit different from the last time they had seen him. A year and a half after the motorcycle wreck, he had finsihed physical therapy for his bad leg and had resumed teaching, but on the other side of John Adams High (Dun Dun Dun). He couldn't make it their graduation either because of the 6th grader's graduation. Due to the accident he had a not-so-nice looking scar on his right cheek, and a slight limp from a bad break in his leg that hadn't ever healed up fully.
Topanga looked over at Angela and suddenly hugged her "I'm so Sorry I was mad at you. This is Shawn we're talkign about, not an axe-murderer" Topanga suddenly started crying while still hugging her and Cory grumbled something about Moodswings.
Remembering what had just been said by the eldest of the group, Cory felt obligated to give Turner a snooty look, which quickly turned into a smile. "I couldn't help it, Mr. Turner, Shawn provoked me."
"Well...He called me Trailer Trash." Shawn said, in a very 'I-can-justify-any-of-my-actions' vocie.
Turner Laughed and asked "6pm Tomorrow, right?"
Cory nodded and everyone said goodbye to Turner as he left. It kinda made them wonder who else would be showing at the wedding.
The Next Day
Shawn stood on the alter, looking down over the crowd, occasionally smiling at some of the familiar faces. Those who had been able to make it had included Mr. Turner, Mr. Williams, Mr. Feeny, Joey Epstein, Frankie Stacino, Mr. Lempke, Minkus, and his step-morther, Virna. The music starting shook Shawn out of his crowd watching and instead made his eyes focus on the Groomsmen and Bridesmaides.
Cory, the Best Man, walked hand in hand with Topanga, the Matron of honor. Next came Eric, holding Rachael's arm (Maid of Honor). Then Jack, holding a girl named Lareena's arm. Shawn stood on the alter, giving all of his friends smiles, anxiously waiting for Angela to walk down the isle. He was completely and totaly oblivious to the wedding march when he saw his fiance walk down that isle. Her hair was perfect, her dress was perfect, and she was glowing. If Shawn could imagine an angel (no pun intended), that being wouldn't even come close to her. Angela's father grasped she and shawn's hands and spoke to them.
"Treat eachother with respect and love. You deserve it."
The two took eachother's hand, and walked slowly back up the stairs to where the preacher stood, giving them and kind smile and holding his bible open. He turned his head to Shawn, and spoke to him in a kind voice.
"Do you, Shawn Hunter, Take Angela Moore, To be your wife? To be your partner and your one true love?"
"I do."
"Will you cherish her frienship, and lover her today, tomorrow, and forever"
"I do"
"Will you trust her and honor her, and love her faithfully?"
"I do"
"I Do you giver her your life to keep, so help you god?"
"I do"
Someo of the residents of the crowd started crying, and other put on satisfied smiles. The Preacher turned to Angela and started her vows.
"Do you, Angela Moore, Take Shawn Hunter, To be your husband? To be your partner and your one true love?"
"I do."
"Will you cherish him frienship, and lover him today, tomorrow, and forever"
"I do"
"Will you trust him and honor him, and love him faithfully?"
"I do"
"I Do you give him your life to keep, so help you god?"
"I do"
The Preacher smiled at them and held his bible. "By the power vested in me by the commonwealth of the state of Pennsylvania and by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"
Shawn looked at Angela and she returned his loving gaze, and they sealed their marriage with a kiss.
~~**The End**~~
A/N: It's done! Now I can go on to more Shawn angst...MWEHEHEHE.....
