Hey guys! I'm back with a SHULES fic :)
Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of the characters. Happy reading!
P.S: This draft was from like 2 weeks ago. I was going to make this a Jules' nightmare about Yin, but yesterday's episode made me change prompts. This is an alternate version of what I think would've happened after "Deez Nups" and on how they got together. This will be a multi-chapter fic that is combined with another prompt I was going to use, so I already know how it will end. Therefore, no discontinuation. Hopefully. I might be a little late with updates because I need to make up a lot of work for school and I'm writing another fanfic for something else. :D
Only Psych can make me cry and laugh at the same time. :'(
Rain pounded hard against the roof of the surrounding buildings of the lonely street as thunder roared in the distance. One man walked along the sidewalk in nothing, but a dress shirt, a pair of dress pants, and a pair of black loafers. He was drenched, but he didn't care. All that was going on in his mind was his stupid actions at the wedding.
How could he have been so stupid?!
Before he knew it, he was in front of the front door of his house. Or what used to be his house.
The man let out a sigh and contemplated on what other choices he had.
He could always stay at Gus' house. Gus did give him the keys.
He could always stay at his father's house, but it was still too soon. The memory of his parents going at it. Ugh. He thought as a shiver ran through his body.
He could always stay at the Psych office, but he didn't want to. He wanted to be at his house with his girlfriend in his arms as they "watched" another 80's movie or prepared for bed.
Girlfriend.
He wondered if she was even his anymore.
Only one way to find out.
He raised his hand in a fist to knock, but it just stayed there, in midair. His brain was telling him no, to respect her wishes, but his heart was telling him yes. He needed to find out or he would just die of curiosity from replaying different scenarios of what could've been in his dangerously stupid specific and accurate mind of his.
Without warning, his fist proceeded to knock on the door as if it had a mind of it's own.
Finally realizing what he'd just done, he shoved his fist into his jean pocket and waited impatiently for Juliet to open the door as he absentmindedly rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Shawn?" She asked as she opened the door. He was surprised at that fact that she opened, there was a peephole on the door, after all and she usually used it. "What are you doing here?"
"U-uh." He stuttered.
"Come in."
He found her reply surprising, but did what he was told.
"Jules-" He said after finally finding his voice again.
"Look, Shawn, I'm not doing this because I forgive you," Her words chipped away at a tiny piece of hope. "I'm only doing this because if I don't, you'll probably get hypothermia and freeze to death. Literally. As much as I'm angry with you, I don't want you to die, Shawn." She said as she walked into the bathroom where she got a towel and handed it over to him.
"Go take a shower, I'll get a change of clothes ready." He nodded in response as he headed toward the bathroom. Once he was in front of the bathroom, he turned around and called her, "Jules?"
"Yes, Shawn?" She said in a professional tone.
He twinged at that, but continued anyways, "Thank you."
A small smile formed on her face, acknowledging the gratitude, and continued on to their bedroom.
Oh wait, it wasn't theirs anymore. He took a sigh and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.