So it's been a while since I've posted, but I've had more than a few story lines rattling around. Plus I've become fascinated with missing scenes and story archs, which are difficult to write. I thought I'd start small with a one-shot drabble, but it turns out those things are extremely frustrating. How's a guy supposed to convey everything that happens in one hundred words or less? The short answer (no pun intended) is that I can't. So after ninety six revisions, I was able to shorten this piece to just under one hundred and fifty words. I call it as a drizzle.
To set the scene: Cannon, takes place in American Duos, just after Shawn, Gus, and Juliette finish rehearsing in the Psych office. It's the prologue to an arch stretching over the next several stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, etc., nor do I profit from writing. All rights reserved. Title XXVII, sec. 2 par. A. C/O the law offices of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe.
As always, verse from a song sets the mood.
'Oh, you've got to take a chance,
You got to let somebody move you.
It can happen at a dance,
If there's a rhythm you can groove to.'
"The Perfect Partner." Jimmy Buffett
"Dude, she totally wants me." Shawn says smugly.
"Whatever, Shawn." Gus brushes the comment aside.
"No, I'm serious." Shawn grins.
"And how do you figure?"
"Hello? Were you not in the room?" Shawn closes his eyes. "You need to feel it," He says in a melodramatic impersonation of Juliet. "Deep in here." He points to his chest. "And deep, deep, deep in here." He lowers his hand. "She wants me bad." He opens his eyes to find Gus staring at him, confused. "What? Am I the only one who felt the chemistry?"
"She shot you down when you first met." Gus reasons.
"Oh, that's just 'cause she's afraid of her feelings for me."
"That doesn't even make sense, Shawn." Gus argues.
"It doesn't have to—I'm a psychic." Shawn smiles victoriously. "And I feel it—deep, deep, deep in here."
Alright, let your imaginations run wild from there. Short, I know, but the next story is waiting in the wings. Constructive critizism is appreciated. Flames will be met with scathing reviews of my own. I fight fire with fire--cause I'm vindictive. Ha, just kidding...but seriously, don't make me hunt you down.