A/N: Written in fifteen minutes on my lunchbreak. Has not been proofread or edited, so sorry for any mistakes. Story takes place early one morning, Shawn and Angela together in her bed. I've never written a dialogue-only story. I hope it works. Please review; I love getting feedback.

"Shawn, are you awake?

"I am now."

"What is that?"

"Hmmm...what is what?"

"That. It's wet and sticky down there."

"Oh god. I think I had a...yeah I did."

"Did you have a wet dream?"

"Mmm hmmm... God, I'm so embarrassed."

"What are you, thirteen years old?"

"Stop laughing. This hasn't happened since I was about that old. Hand me my shirt from the floor, I'll wipe it up." (Pause) "Seriously. Stop laughing."

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"

"I was dreaming about you, of course."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. God, there's a lot of it, and it's wet and cold. Hand me my boxers."

(Pause)

"Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you were dreaming about me?"

"Of course I was. Why?"

"I was awake while it was happening."

"You were awake?"

"Mmm hmm. Well, your moaning woke me up."

"Oh God, I was moaning?"

"Not just moaning."

"What else?"

"Well, you were...ah. Masturbating. And talking a little."

"Dare I ask what I was saying?"

"Do you remember what you were dreaming?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think you were saying?" (Long pause). "You can tell me. I won't be mad."

"I think I must have been saying Cory's name."

"You were." (Another long pause.) "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it the first time you've dreamed about him?"

"No."

"I didn't think so."

"Are you mad?"

"Mad? Not really mad. I don't know what I am." (Pause) "Are you gay?"

"No."

"Then what's this about?"

"I don't know. It's just....Cory."

"Do you love him?"

(Whispering) "Yes."

"Do you want him?"

(Whispering) "Yes."

"Do you love me?"

(Whispering) "Yes."

"Do you want me?"

"Yes. God, of course I want you. We wouldn't have had sex last night if I didn't."

"So then, are you bi?"

"I think, maybe. I don't know. I'm so confused. It's just Cory."

"It's just Cory?"

"It's always been Cory."

"So what am I to you?"

"You're my girlfriend. You're beautiful and funny and smart and kind. And I love you."

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere here, mister. Oh, stop it. Kissing me isn't going to get you anywhere either." (Pause for heavy breathing). "Going down on me isn't going to – OH!"

(Muffled) "This isn't going to get me anywhere?....God, you taste good."

(Laughing) "As soon as you finish this, we're continuing our conversation."

"Mmm...."

(Several minutes later)

"Shawn?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you just do that to reassure me?"

"Did it work?"

"Not really."

"Oh. What can I do?"

"Probably nothing."

"Oh."

"You can answer one question for me."

"OK."

"If Cory Matthews walked in to this room right now and said that he left Topanga and he wants to be with you, would you stay with me or go with Cory?"

(The longest pause of all)

"Shawn?"

(Whispering) "Yeah?"

"Did you hear my question.?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Do you have an answer?"

"I'd go with Cory."

(Crying)

"I'm sorry Angela."

(More crying)

"It's just....It's always been Cory."

(More crying)

"I'm going to go now. I'm sorry. I wish it was different. It's not easy for me either, seeing him so happy with Topanga. (Pause) "Where're my boxers? Oh gross, they're still wet."

"Angela. I love you and I'm sorry."

"Shawn?"

"Yes?"

"I think he loves you back."