A/N: thnx for the reviews i would have wanted more but hey, dreams don't
always come true. wutever works. I'm going to write POVs for one or two
chapters. Anyway on with the story and c ya in the next A/N. 2Dles
Angela's POV(this is my story)
I know what I did was wrong. I know what I did was dishonest and cruel....but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him I didn't come to see him but only because of Jean. Oh, Jean, prominent black hair, stunning hazelnut orbs, and impressive features. How I hate to lie to Shawn, after all he has done for me, especially with such an ugly prevarication. I mean, my father died! That is downright disrespectful. I wasn't just lacking respect to Shawn but also to my own blood and flesh, my own father! Angela, your low. Waaaay low, lower than dirt. Yet how I can't wait to set my eyes on my soul mate, of course I thought Shawn was my soul mate, but i can't make the same mistake twice, could I?
"Miss, Miss?!" The high voice of someone in the front seat rang in my ears.
"Yes!" I responded discourteously.
"We're here," the sound of the driver made its way to my eardrum.
"I see, how much?" I cautiously covered my auricles careful not to have the sound waves of the chauffeur, if you could call him that, reach them. Mindlessly, though, I thought about my own distresses and without thought handed the man a twenty dollar bill. As I shuffled to get out of the small taxi I was handed my change which I shoved into my overstuffed wallet.
Standing all alone in New York for, like, the first time in your life is not the most pleasant place to be after you not only cheated but lied to get your way in your love life. Anyway I headed into the gray building not knowing what to expect. So, to calm myself , I thought about Jean. How I missed his warm smile and strong, yet gentle, arms that could hold you through all of life's bumps, hills, and even mountains but you would never get hurt.
I found my apartment, room B15, on the second story. The room was furnished but wasn't very expensive due to the the type of furnishings. It had the necessary, bed, small dining table, kitchen utensils, and couch. There were two rooms, not counting the bathroom or kitchen. The living room attached to the bedroom which was cramped with a queen bed and two bedside tables. It had a small walk in closet that couldn't possibly fit all my clothes, and a bathroom that smelled of wild roses. In the walk way between the petite kitchen and living room stood the table I would have my meals on. It was small yet convenient. Naturally there would be no way I could afford this apartment but Jean was helping me pay for it since moving to NYC was his idea. I was going to move back to Pitsburg but Jean wanted me to come to New York with him. This was in a way a bribe. He didn't have the knowledge of my friends living here. Eventually, though, I would tell him the truth he deserves.
It was forty-five minutes till one so after taking a tour of my new home hopped on a subway to get to "The Matthews residence," as Cory liked to call it which was a typical brownstone in Brooklyn. -
"Angela!!" Topanga shrieked as she embraced me, her best bud.
"I missed ya too," I responded.
"Okay let me grab my purse and we're off. By the way I love what you've done with your style," Topanga commented me as she slipped the purse around her shoulder.
"Topanga, I love your house. It is nothing in comparison to my tiny apartment"
"Well...." Topanga blushed soaking in her decore of the house. "I try," she answered slyly. Laughing we were off on the search for great bargains and even better styles.
_
"That was so fun!" we joked and gossiped on the way back to Topanga's brownstone. I carried twice as many bags as my friend, packed with not only shoes and clothing but also some decore to spice up the apartment. We bought everything from paint to coasters and were planning a date to do a total makeover of my new home.
I hugged Topanga a goodbye and vowed to see her in a couple of hours for dinner. On that note I trudged back to my own living area.
-
I have never been this nervous around Shawn. Never!*
Before I went out I had to change so I walked to Shawn's apartment, it wasn't far, changed into a red rose tank top, a dark blue knee length skirt, and a duster. I slipped on my favorite boots and on our way to "The Matthew's residence" made a pit stop at my new home to drop off my luggage.
-
*All of us were at a restaraunt called Cascina. It was at the heart of New York City, an Italian cuisine that offered a combination of marvolous decore and stunning dishes. I got Grilled shell steak served with spinach. We were supposed to eat a home made meal by Topanga but she burned the chicken so we went out to eat. God, I am so nervous! I got butterflys in my stomach and feel like there is going to be a multi-colored puddle around my chair.
I could tell Shawn hasn't told the love struck couple about "my father" yet and in a way I am relieved or else, otherwise, I would drown in the pool of questions and sympathy from everybody.
"A toast?" Cory stood up smiling cleverly. I froze. Hoping it was nothing to do with the relationship amonst Shawn and myself. Unfortunatly, it was...
"A toast.. to the rejoining of true love. This love points......" Cory drifted on with another one of his prolonging lectures. The whole time my lips got tighter and tighter and my breathing became heavier and heavier. I was down right scared. I abrubtly scrambled out of my chair, the napkin falling from my lap, and scattered to the "ladies room." I looked into the framed mirror. Was I looking paler or was it just me. Not a moment sooner Topanga burst into the restroom. Her eyes. I have never seen them this wide. Looking of disbelief, shame, worry, suspicion and slightly of...dare I say it....anger.
"Topanga, I'm sorry. I mean it. I am," I begged for forgiveness knowing it wouldn't come easy.
"Angela. I got a hunch that you're not telling me something," Topanga tapped her foot and raised one eyebrow at me.
"I can't tell you here. I'll tell you....but when the time comes. I can't now. It's too hard. Please, " I took her hands in mine,"Don't tell the others about this. Tell them I got sick. Head ache. Jet lagged. I'll tell you if you just keep quite about this. Thanks," I let go of her and rushed and stumbled out of Cascina Ristorante.
Angela's POV(this is my story)
I know what I did was wrong. I know what I did was dishonest and cruel....but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him I didn't come to see him but only because of Jean. Oh, Jean, prominent black hair, stunning hazelnut orbs, and impressive features. How I hate to lie to Shawn, after all he has done for me, especially with such an ugly prevarication. I mean, my father died! That is downright disrespectful. I wasn't just lacking respect to Shawn but also to my own blood and flesh, my own father! Angela, your low. Waaaay low, lower than dirt. Yet how I can't wait to set my eyes on my soul mate, of course I thought Shawn was my soul mate, but i can't make the same mistake twice, could I?
"Miss, Miss?!" The high voice of someone in the front seat rang in my ears.
"Yes!" I responded discourteously.
"We're here," the sound of the driver made its way to my eardrum.
"I see, how much?" I cautiously covered my auricles careful not to have the sound waves of the chauffeur, if you could call him that, reach them. Mindlessly, though, I thought about my own distresses and without thought handed the man a twenty dollar bill. As I shuffled to get out of the small taxi I was handed my change which I shoved into my overstuffed wallet.
Standing all alone in New York for, like, the first time in your life is not the most pleasant place to be after you not only cheated but lied to get your way in your love life. Anyway I headed into the gray building not knowing what to expect. So, to calm myself , I thought about Jean. How I missed his warm smile and strong, yet gentle, arms that could hold you through all of life's bumps, hills, and even mountains but you would never get hurt.
I found my apartment, room B15, on the second story. The room was furnished but wasn't very expensive due to the the type of furnishings. It had the necessary, bed, small dining table, kitchen utensils, and couch. There were two rooms, not counting the bathroom or kitchen. The living room attached to the bedroom which was cramped with a queen bed and two bedside tables. It had a small walk in closet that couldn't possibly fit all my clothes, and a bathroom that smelled of wild roses. In the walk way between the petite kitchen and living room stood the table I would have my meals on. It was small yet convenient. Naturally there would be no way I could afford this apartment but Jean was helping me pay for it since moving to NYC was his idea. I was going to move back to Pitsburg but Jean wanted me to come to New York with him. This was in a way a bribe. He didn't have the knowledge of my friends living here. Eventually, though, I would tell him the truth he deserves.
It was forty-five minutes till one so after taking a tour of my new home hopped on a subway to get to "The Matthews residence," as Cory liked to call it which was a typical brownstone in Brooklyn. -
"Angela!!" Topanga shrieked as she embraced me, her best bud.
"I missed ya too," I responded.
"Okay let me grab my purse and we're off. By the way I love what you've done with your style," Topanga commented me as she slipped the purse around her shoulder.
"Topanga, I love your house. It is nothing in comparison to my tiny apartment"
"Well...." Topanga blushed soaking in her decore of the house. "I try," she answered slyly. Laughing we were off on the search for great bargains and even better styles.
_
"That was so fun!" we joked and gossiped on the way back to Topanga's brownstone. I carried twice as many bags as my friend, packed with not only shoes and clothing but also some decore to spice up the apartment. We bought everything from paint to coasters and were planning a date to do a total makeover of my new home.
I hugged Topanga a goodbye and vowed to see her in a couple of hours for dinner. On that note I trudged back to my own living area.
-
I have never been this nervous around Shawn. Never!*
Before I went out I had to change so I walked to Shawn's apartment, it wasn't far, changed into a red rose tank top, a dark blue knee length skirt, and a duster. I slipped on my favorite boots and on our way to "The Matthew's residence" made a pit stop at my new home to drop off my luggage.
-
*All of us were at a restaraunt called Cascina. It was at the heart of New York City, an Italian cuisine that offered a combination of marvolous decore and stunning dishes. I got Grilled shell steak served with spinach. We were supposed to eat a home made meal by Topanga but she burned the chicken so we went out to eat. God, I am so nervous! I got butterflys in my stomach and feel like there is going to be a multi-colored puddle around my chair.
I could tell Shawn hasn't told the love struck couple about "my father" yet and in a way I am relieved or else, otherwise, I would drown in the pool of questions and sympathy from everybody.
"A toast?" Cory stood up smiling cleverly. I froze. Hoping it was nothing to do with the relationship amonst Shawn and myself. Unfortunatly, it was...
"A toast.. to the rejoining of true love. This love points......" Cory drifted on with another one of his prolonging lectures. The whole time my lips got tighter and tighter and my breathing became heavier and heavier. I was down right scared. I abrubtly scrambled out of my chair, the napkin falling from my lap, and scattered to the "ladies room." I looked into the framed mirror. Was I looking paler or was it just me. Not a moment sooner Topanga burst into the restroom. Her eyes. I have never seen them this wide. Looking of disbelief, shame, worry, suspicion and slightly of...dare I say it....anger.
"Topanga, I'm sorry. I mean it. I am," I begged for forgiveness knowing it wouldn't come easy.
"Angela. I got a hunch that you're not telling me something," Topanga tapped her foot and raised one eyebrow at me.
"I can't tell you here. I'll tell you....but when the time comes. I can't now. It's too hard. Please, " I took her hands in mine,"Don't tell the others about this. Tell them I got sick. Head ache. Jet lagged. I'll tell you if you just keep quite about this. Thanks," I let go of her and rushed and stumbled out of Cascina Ristorante.