(A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Here is the next one! If it has been mentioned, and is known, please let me know Shawn's real birthday…Thanks! Either way for the purposes of this story, it's Springtime. Please review! I really would love to see what you think! ~TRP~)

Chapter 2 –

Six more months.

Six more months is how much longer he had to wait to see her again; to hold her, to tell her he loved her.

There were days he was not sure he could make it that long.

Those days he always ended up on airline websites, looking at any and all flights to anywhere in Europe simply to be on the same continent with Angela.

There were days he wasn't sure if he regretted his decision to support her, letting her go even. But, he remembered fighting for her; remembered standing up to her father. He even thought of marrying her in order for her to stay (to a point, like Cory and Topanga…except in reverse?)

But toward the end of that conversation, he knew that was not what was best for her. He knew, especially when hearing how she felt about being with her father; knowing how important this was not just for her, but her father as well.

Who was he to ask, beg, even dare manipulate her by asking to get married in order for her to stay? He knew a part of her didn't want to leave, but the opportunity to spend time with her father after losing so many years beforehand was simply too big, no – too good of an opportunity to pass up for or because of him.

Shawn loved her enough to marry her, sure – that wasn't untrue. However, he also saw her father's point. It wasn't about being the most important man in her life like he initially wanted and even thought during that conversation with her father. But he knew deep in his heart when faced with the opportunity to ask her, that no, he could not give her (in his opinion) what was best for her, or what she truly needed.

Shawn knew that, and remembered her words that she wished he'd had similar time with his own father before his sudden passing.

And Shawn knew without a doubt when thinking of her words, that he would not be able to live with himself if he dared take her own opportunity away.

So, in the end he supported her, no matter what. Shawn knew deep down he made the right decision because he put her needs and her wants first. That's what love was. Love wasn't selfish, and yes it had its up and downs. But, overall love was: kind, compassionate, fulfilling, giving, emotional, and indescribable all together as a whole.

Shawn shook his head to rid himself of the longing and the loneliness. His thoughts turned to that of Cory and Topanga, who had invited him to dinner later that night at a quaint Italian restaurant nearby.

After about an hour of taking pictures for work, Shawn spent another hour developing them in his company's darkroom. The darkroom was open later, much like student labs or libraries.

Going home around 4:30pm, he showered and changed into a pair of slacks and button down shirt to get ready for the evening an hour later. Grabbing his wallet, he headed out.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Cory and Topanga already seated. As he made his way to the table, the couple stood up to greet him, giving him a warm hug. "Happy Birthday Shawnie" Cory replied, with Topanga giving a similar greeting.

"Thank you." Shawn said quietly. He had completely forgotten it was his birthday! (He didn't celebrate it much to begin with, he never really had). But it was still nice his friends remembered.

As they sat down to catch up on the day's events, dinner had arrived. "So, now for your gifts." Cory began, after taking some time to eat.

"Cory…Thank you. I'm grateful, really I am. But you know I don't do gifts…"

"Sorry Shawn. Not this time." Topanga said with a smile, handing him an envelope.

Shawn smiled and shook his head in slight amusement. His friends would never change, and he wouldn't have it any other way; quirks, flaws, and all.

Opening it, Shawn pulled out a bright yellow card. On the front, it read "Clue #1".

"Guys?...What is this?"

"Open it and see." Topanga answered.

Shawn did as instructed.

"Clue #1: Find where the music speaks to you the most, where the acoustics are one in a million."

"A scavenger hunt?" Shawn asked perplexed.

"Exactly. And there is only two rules to follow: Number One: No public transportation. You have to walk it. Number Two: No trying to weasel anything out of Cory." Topanga instructed, both with a half playful glare at Shawn and Cory. "Cory will keep me updated."

"No public transportation? That will take forever depending on where you have me go – all night even."

"No, not all night. We made sure of that. Now go." Topanga smiled.

"Well, I guess we better get going. Come on Cor." Shawn replied, as Topanga watched them leave.

Fortunately, Shawn knew the city well enough in six months to know where he needed to go first.