All You Need ∘ Shawngela

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𝐈𝐕. THE BEGINNING

        Shawn Hunter had kissed Angela Moore.

        The same Angela Moore who would occasionally pretend to be nice to him in the second grade and offer to tie his shoes, only for him to realize moments later when she walked away, and he was face planted on the ground that she had ties the laces of both sneakers together. Angela Moore, the girl who he merely tolerated for the sake of Cory and Topanga, yet who had saved him countless times, especially when she didn't have to.

        That's the girl he had kissed not even eight hours ago.

       He had laid in bed for a solid two hours after it happened (an hour and a half really; he spent thirty minutes waiting for Cory to fall asleep after he pretended to sleep so Cory wouldn't be able to question him), the event playing in his mind and the soft buzz of her lips on his still lingering, in pure disbelief. The surprise was reasonable but what didn't sit right with him was the fact that he was making such a big deal out of it when it wasn't a big deal at all.

       He had played the role of the fake boyfriend before. It was how he made enough money to buy his friends Christmas gifts last year; a classmate paid him to be her boyfriend to piss off her conservative, Christian parents. He didn't mind being used by girls and that's what exactly Angela had done, so why was he thinking about it so hard?

        Was it the fact that he was anxious it would be uncomfortable around her afterwards? Or that his shock hadn't allowed him to properly enjoy the kiss? Or the fact that even in spite of reacting so late, he had enjoyed the kiss and discovered she was a really good kisser?

        It brought back memories of when he hit puberty. He'd always been girl crazy but once he started the transition into a teenager, he realized that Angela Moore was very pretty, even if she had promised him she would dance on his grave at death ever since they were younger. Maybe that was it; he was uncomfortable that those thoughts about what it'd be like kissing her when he was fifteen had been buried a long time ago and now, he was reflecting on them like a foolish schoolboy after one stupid, meaningless kiss.

         These thoughts weighed heavily on his mind as he tossed and turned for the remainder of the night and when his eyes peeled open that following morning, they immediately came rushing back. But with an overbearing Cory already dressed and ready to interrogate him, the last thing he needed was his confusing thoughts distracting him.

       "Finally, you're up," Cory hmphed, uncrossing his legs, standing up from his office chair, arms still crossed at his chest, eyebrows furrowed sternly, and lips set in a straight line. "You have some explaining to do young man." He scoffed, walking over and standing at the edge of Shawn's twin size bed.

        "Geesh Cory," Shawn murmured, sitting up in his bed, yawning loudly, "how long were you sitting there waiting for me to wake up?"

        "Two hours and an episode of Duck Tales but that's not what matters right now," Cory quickly rushed out, ignoring the odd look he received from his lifelong best friend, "what I want to know is why I had to find out that my two best friends were dating in the middle of a party, along with the rest of the world." He grumbled, pointing at Shawn, clearly enraged.

        "Cory, hear me and hear me well," Shawn smiled sarcastically, now standing on his two feet and in front of Cory, his hands rested on Cory's shoulders as he gazed deep into his brown eyes. "You are not entitled to knowing every single detail about my life. Okay?" He smiled sweetly, patting Cory lightly on the cheek before brushing past him, walking over to grab his shower bag off of his desk.