A/N: If ur reading this story and it seems a bit familiar to you, that is
cuz this is a revised version of the story(It is almost the same I just
abandoned it earlier but i'm off my writers block so I just wanted to start
fresh by posting this again). Nevertheless, if I do not get enough reviews
this story is canceled once again. Thnx for bearing with me. Ur all Great.
~until next time i'm still sweet-candi~
PS. I changed the flashback a bit so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own BMW and I guarantee u never will. It will b stupid of u to think I do own BMW. If I do make any characters up they're mine all mine but the original cast is not mine. 2 bad.
Now let the story begin!!!!!!
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Shawn sat all alone in his dark small cubicle at his work building typing an article for a magazine. The only thing that lit up the room was the hazy light from the turned on monitor, but it was enough to see perfectly around the small area.
All the other employees had already gone home to their families and friends do to the gloomy weather. Shawn frowned at the thought that he had nobody to go to. His father died a year ago leaving him and his half brother, Jack, all alone in this crazy world. His curly-haired friend and "the wife" were both at busy business meetings.
The goatee man sipped hot coffee from a thermos to warm himself in the unheated room. He wasn't really working on his article but instead was staring at the gloomy night sky amd the rain drops outside the window not far from him. Shawn pondered about all the ups and downs of his life. Only a year ago the love of his life left him for a whole damned year to go to Europe with her father. If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough he could still smell the sweet scent of her favorite perfume and still hear her wonderful voice.
FLASHBACK
"Lets not say goodbye" Angela said to her boyfriend and love of her life. Shawn nodded and the two hugged and kissed for the last time in a whole year.
Angela walked out of the Student Union trying to not look back at her best friends.
"Goodbye, Angela," Shawn whispered to himself and clenched his fists to stop himself from breaking out into tears.
FLASHBACK OFF
Every time he thought back on that event tears welled up in his eyes and he started to feel cold and lonely.
"Oh Angela, how I wish you were with me now. I ache to hold you in my arms again."
He chased the thought out of his head the best he could.
He didn't feel like working on his piece so he shut down the computer leaving him in complete darkness. Shawn grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair, put it on and headed for the elevators.
After he was back on the street of the world famous New York City he started to walk back to his lonely one room apartment. Shawn was always fond of the rain so he didn't bother hailing a cab. As he walked he looked around at the busy streets. People were running around and hailing cabs to get them back to their cozy homes. Probably to a family or someone they love and cherish. The traffic on the roads were bad and there were constant beebs from one car to another.
Finally Shawn stopped in front of a tall apartment building which obviously was his destination. He made his way up to the third floor, to room 304. He turned the key and stepped into his one room apartment. It was messy but that was the way Shawn was used to it.
He quickly undressed and climbed into his queen sized bed. He was too tired and over- whelmed to brush his teeth that night.
"Ahhh" he relaxed and shifted to lay on his back. He put his arms behind his head and talked to himself.
"I wonder what Angela is doing? Probably eating at some fancy restaurant with her dad." Soon after, he fell asleep and into a dream about his beloved Angela.
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Shawn could have not been more wrong about where his girlfriend was.
She was on a plane flying back to him. Her plan was to surprise him and come to his apartment in the middle of the night. She was so excited and didn't even bother eating.
"In less then an hour I'm going to be with my beloved Shawn," She whispered to herself. Suddenly the "buckle up" sign glowed red and the captain announced that they were going to land in approximately fifteen minutes.
"Eeeek!" Angela shrieked at the thought of being with her love again. She pressed her palms against the side of the plane and glanced outside of the window only to see little people, sidewalks, buildings, cars, but all the lights amazed her the most.
"It's so beautiful," she gasped.
They turned from all of that though and headed in the direction of the airport.
In 30 minutes she was off the plane, with her luggage in the streets of New York.
"All that flying ruined my hair." She said in disgust and patted it down with her hands.
She was so happy she didn't notice the rain until later. When she did she hailed a cab quickly, like a true New Yorker, and got settled in it.
"Where to?" a low voice came from the drivers seat.
"Um, just a minute."
She pulled out a folded piece of ruled paper and read the address she had written on it.
"1604 Welsh St. (I don't think it's a real street. I've never been to NYC.) she announced to the driver. "I'm meeting the love of my life there!" she added.
The driver looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.
"How long have you two been apart?"
"Oh, the longest year of my life!"
"You must miss him."
"Terribly!"
They drove on as she admired the real beauty of the city. It was so much better than she imagined.
"Are we going to be there soon?" she asked hoping for a yes.
"Yes. Right after this traffic light."
She shrieked and clapped her hands.
"Here we are. 1604 Welsh St." the driver finally announced.
Angela quickly handed him the money and went to grab her bags from the trunk. Once that was done she quickly rushed into the building anxious to see Shawn.
"Lady! What about your change!?"
"Keep it!" she responded, to excited to care about five dollars.
Once she was in the building she noticed how wet she was from waiting for a cab in the airport while it was raining. She forgot about it and read the rest that she wrote on the ruled paper apart from the street.
"304. That's probably the third floor."
She tried to pick up all three of her bags but they were way to heavy to go up the stairs with. She bought a lot of souvenirs during the year in Europe. She glanced around the lobby of the apartment building hoping to see an elevator.
Soon she found one and pressed the up button.
~The Third Floor~
"304. 304. 304" She searched for that number on a door. "Ah. 304!" She said once it was found. Angela took a deep breath and knocked on the heavy wooden door.
"Go away," Shawn murmured in his sleep.
"Maybe he's at Cory's," Angela said disappointed. She knocked one more time.
"Who could that be at 2:35 in the morning," Shawn hunter thought to himself. He got up though, pulled on some sweat pants and a dirty gray t. He opened the door half asleep.
She started to turn back with a frown but stopped and turned to look at the door once she heard the doorknob turn
"Angela!!!!!"
Like? Hate? Review!!!! I'm gonna update either tonight or tomorrow. I know it was sort of fast but it's only the first ch. Peace Out! hehe
~until next time i'm still sweet-candi~
PS. I changed the flashback a bit so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own BMW and I guarantee u never will. It will b stupid of u to think I do own BMW. If I do make any characters up they're mine all mine but the original cast is not mine. 2 bad.
Now let the story begin!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~
Shawn sat all alone in his dark small cubicle at his work building typing an article for a magazine. The only thing that lit up the room was the hazy light from the turned on monitor, but it was enough to see perfectly around the small area.
All the other employees had already gone home to their families and friends do to the gloomy weather. Shawn frowned at the thought that he had nobody to go to. His father died a year ago leaving him and his half brother, Jack, all alone in this crazy world. His curly-haired friend and "the wife" were both at busy business meetings.
The goatee man sipped hot coffee from a thermos to warm himself in the unheated room. He wasn't really working on his article but instead was staring at the gloomy night sky amd the rain drops outside the window not far from him. Shawn pondered about all the ups and downs of his life. Only a year ago the love of his life left him for a whole damned year to go to Europe with her father. If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough he could still smell the sweet scent of her favorite perfume and still hear her wonderful voice.
FLASHBACK
"Lets not say goodbye" Angela said to her boyfriend and love of her life. Shawn nodded and the two hugged and kissed for the last time in a whole year.
Angela walked out of the Student Union trying to not look back at her best friends.
"Goodbye, Angela," Shawn whispered to himself and clenched his fists to stop himself from breaking out into tears.
FLASHBACK OFF
Every time he thought back on that event tears welled up in his eyes and he started to feel cold and lonely.
"Oh Angela, how I wish you were with me now. I ache to hold you in my arms again."
He chased the thought out of his head the best he could.
He didn't feel like working on his piece so he shut down the computer leaving him in complete darkness. Shawn grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair, put it on and headed for the elevators.
After he was back on the street of the world famous New York City he started to walk back to his lonely one room apartment. Shawn was always fond of the rain so he didn't bother hailing a cab. As he walked he looked around at the busy streets. People were running around and hailing cabs to get them back to their cozy homes. Probably to a family or someone they love and cherish. The traffic on the roads were bad and there were constant beebs from one car to another.
Finally Shawn stopped in front of a tall apartment building which obviously was his destination. He made his way up to the third floor, to room 304. He turned the key and stepped into his one room apartment. It was messy but that was the way Shawn was used to it.
He quickly undressed and climbed into his queen sized bed. He was too tired and over- whelmed to brush his teeth that night.
"Ahhh" he relaxed and shifted to lay on his back. He put his arms behind his head and talked to himself.
"I wonder what Angela is doing? Probably eating at some fancy restaurant with her dad." Soon after, he fell asleep and into a dream about his beloved Angela.
__
Shawn could have not been more wrong about where his girlfriend was.
She was on a plane flying back to him. Her plan was to surprise him and come to his apartment in the middle of the night. She was so excited and didn't even bother eating.
"In less then an hour I'm going to be with my beloved Shawn," She whispered to herself. Suddenly the "buckle up" sign glowed red and the captain announced that they were going to land in approximately fifteen minutes.
"Eeeek!" Angela shrieked at the thought of being with her love again. She pressed her palms against the side of the plane and glanced outside of the window only to see little people, sidewalks, buildings, cars, but all the lights amazed her the most.
"It's so beautiful," she gasped.
They turned from all of that though and headed in the direction of the airport.
In 30 minutes she was off the plane, with her luggage in the streets of New York.
"All that flying ruined my hair." She said in disgust and patted it down with her hands.
She was so happy she didn't notice the rain until later. When she did she hailed a cab quickly, like a true New Yorker, and got settled in it.
"Where to?" a low voice came from the drivers seat.
"Um, just a minute."
She pulled out a folded piece of ruled paper and read the address she had written on it.
"1604 Welsh St. (I don't think it's a real street. I've never been to NYC.) she announced to the driver. "I'm meeting the love of my life there!" she added.
The driver looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.
"How long have you two been apart?"
"Oh, the longest year of my life!"
"You must miss him."
"Terribly!"
They drove on as she admired the real beauty of the city. It was so much better than she imagined.
"Are we going to be there soon?" she asked hoping for a yes.
"Yes. Right after this traffic light."
She shrieked and clapped her hands.
"Here we are. 1604 Welsh St." the driver finally announced.
Angela quickly handed him the money and went to grab her bags from the trunk. Once that was done she quickly rushed into the building anxious to see Shawn.
"Lady! What about your change!?"
"Keep it!" she responded, to excited to care about five dollars.
Once she was in the building she noticed how wet she was from waiting for a cab in the airport while it was raining. She forgot about it and read the rest that she wrote on the ruled paper apart from the street.
"304. That's probably the third floor."
She tried to pick up all three of her bags but they were way to heavy to go up the stairs with. She bought a lot of souvenirs during the year in Europe. She glanced around the lobby of the apartment building hoping to see an elevator.
Soon she found one and pressed the up button.
~The Third Floor~
"304. 304. 304" She searched for that number on a door. "Ah. 304!" She said once it was found. Angela took a deep breath and knocked on the heavy wooden door.
"Go away," Shawn murmured in his sleep.
"Maybe he's at Cory's," Angela said disappointed. She knocked one more time.
"Who could that be at 2:35 in the morning," Shawn hunter thought to himself. He got up though, pulled on some sweat pants and a dirty gray t. He opened the door half asleep.
She started to turn back with a frown but stopped and turned to look at the door once she heard the doorknob turn
"Angela!!!!!"
Like? Hate? Review!!!! I'm gonna update either tonight or tomorrow. I know it was sort of fast but it's only the first ch. Peace Out! hehe