Shawn's POV
I know what I did was dumb. I know what I did was pathetic and cowardly. Why didn't I say something. I knew Angela long enough to understand that she it was something else. Something else besides her father. All I have to do know is figure out what it is. Just shows how much my "girlfriend" knows. I still cannot accept the fact that she lied to me especially with a prevarication like that. But already I miss her terribly. She keeps distancing herself from people she knows she loves....she just does not want to admit it.
"Oh, excuse me," A blond collided into me leaving me astonished, yet bewildered by her beauty. She walked as if on air making her short curls twine around her shoulders and neck.
"It's...it's okay," I gapped at her. For once in my life I was lost at words. Well, if Angela wanted to play hard to get, so will I.
"What's your name?" the blond sought to know.
"Shawn. Shawn Hunter."
"Oh...my...gosh! Aren't you that writer. I read your magazine, like, all the time," she gestured with her hands, enthusiastically.
"Well.." I blushed. A smile so wide on my face spread that would surely make the Cheshire cat run for it's money.
"I've never been in the presence of somebody of this HIGH statues," the blond joked
"You never told me your name," I hinted slyly.
"Amy. Amy Beveryn. Nice to meet you."
We shook hands and then laughed.
"Well I'll see you around, Shawn," with that she wrote something, which I figured out later was her phone number, on my hand and bounced her hair out of the park.
This was good. Thinking about Amy got my mind off of Angela.
I trudged my behind back to my apartment and stared at the suitcases standing casually in my living room, which was my only room, practically saying "Where's out owner?"
I fell onto my bed quickly dozing off into an uneasy sleep.
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I woke up by the sound of the doorbell. They've got to stop coming like this. I probably slept for a good two, if not more, hours.
I cracked the door open and there she was. Standing there like she had only a day ago. With Amy I forgot how glorious she looked. Her features hardened as she set her orbs on me. I stared into her eyes not saying anything. Waiting patiently for her to verbalize something. Those pretty lips have got to move sometime.
"I...umm...am here...to...pick up my luggage," she tried uncertainly.
"Yeah, come on in," I gestured her inside.
"Can I change here?" she questioned.
" ' course."
Wow. She looked radiant! Man, have I forgotten how to live! Her red rose top made her body more slim than it already was and brought out her curves wonderfully. She slipped on her boots and suggested we drop off her cases by her apartment on our way to Topanga's brownstone. I was powerless. She could suggest we jump off a bridge and I wouldn't object. She had a way of drowning you in her whether you desired it or not.
"Yeah, that's great."
_
Somebody please help me! This is too hard for me to deal with! The thing going on with Angela is too unreasonable. I feel like Nancy Drew solving one of her damn mysteries. Yet, unlike Nancy, I'm not clever enough to solve this mystery.
A toast? I saw Cory wink slyly at me. I winced and slid back into my chair.
A toast...to the rejoining of true love. This love points....He continued in monotoned. I could even see Topanga shake her head at her lover. As the toast continued I could almost image Angela's muscles tighten. Her lips got thinner and thinner. Finally, she scrambled out of her chair, almost tripping over herself, and rushing into the restroom. I picked up the scrunched up napkin on the floor and was about to go after her but was halted by Topanga. She winced in disapproval.
I'll go, she retorted.
Cory and I sat dumbfounded at the table waiting for the girls to return. Cory lowered his glass and drowned in his seat. All eyes were boaring into us. I started to rise just as I saw Angela stumble out of the restaurant.
Check, please, I heard Cory murmur. I stared as a wide-eyed Topanga arrive from the bathroom.
I know what I did was dumb. I know what I did was pathetic and cowardly. Why didn't I say something. I knew Angela long enough to understand that she it was something else. Something else besides her father. All I have to do know is figure out what it is. Just shows how much my "girlfriend" knows. I still cannot accept the fact that she lied to me especially with a prevarication like that. But already I miss her terribly. She keeps distancing herself from people she knows she loves....she just does not want to admit it.
"Oh, excuse me," A blond collided into me leaving me astonished, yet bewildered by her beauty. She walked as if on air making her short curls twine around her shoulders and neck.
"It's...it's okay," I gapped at her. For once in my life I was lost at words. Well, if Angela wanted to play hard to get, so will I.
"What's your name?" the blond sought to know.
"Shawn. Shawn Hunter."
"Oh...my...gosh! Aren't you that writer. I read your magazine, like, all the time," she gestured with her hands, enthusiastically.
"Well.." I blushed. A smile so wide on my face spread that would surely make the Cheshire cat run for it's money.
"I've never been in the presence of somebody of this HIGH statues," the blond joked
"You never told me your name," I hinted slyly.
"Amy. Amy Beveryn. Nice to meet you."
We shook hands and then laughed.
"Well I'll see you around, Shawn," with that she wrote something, which I figured out later was her phone number, on my hand and bounced her hair out of the park.
This was good. Thinking about Amy got my mind off of Angela.
I trudged my behind back to my apartment and stared at the suitcases standing casually in my living room, which was my only room, practically saying "Where's out owner?"
I fell onto my bed quickly dozing off into an uneasy sleep.
-
I woke up by the sound of the doorbell. They've got to stop coming like this. I probably slept for a good two, if not more, hours.
I cracked the door open and there she was. Standing there like she had only a day ago. With Amy I forgot how glorious she looked. Her features hardened as she set her orbs on me. I stared into her eyes not saying anything. Waiting patiently for her to verbalize something. Those pretty lips have got to move sometime.
"I...umm...am here...to...pick up my luggage," she tried uncertainly.
"Yeah, come on in," I gestured her inside.
"Can I change here?" she questioned.
" ' course."
Wow. She looked radiant! Man, have I forgotten how to live! Her red rose top made her body more slim than it already was and brought out her curves wonderfully. She slipped on her boots and suggested we drop off her cases by her apartment on our way to Topanga's brownstone. I was powerless. She could suggest we jump off a bridge and I wouldn't object. She had a way of drowning you in her whether you desired it or not.
"Yeah, that's great."
_
Somebody please help me! This is too hard for me to deal with! The thing going on with Angela is too unreasonable. I feel like Nancy Drew solving one of her damn mysteries. Yet, unlike Nancy, I'm not clever enough to solve this mystery.
A toast? I saw Cory wink slyly at me. I winced and slid back into my chair.
A toast...to the rejoining of true love. This love points....He continued in monotoned. I could even see Topanga shake her head at her lover. As the toast continued I could almost image Angela's muscles tighten. Her lips got thinner and thinner. Finally, she scrambled out of her chair, almost tripping over herself, and rushing into the restroom. I picked up the scrunched up napkin on the floor and was about to go after her but was halted by Topanga. She winced in disapproval.
I'll go, she retorted.
Cory and I sat dumbfounded at the table waiting for the girls to return. Cory lowered his glass and drowned in his seat. All eyes were boaring into us. I started to rise just as I saw Angela stumble out of the restaurant.
Check, please, I heard Cory murmur. I stared as a wide-eyed Topanga arrive from the bathroom.