Actual shules this time promise

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"Oh, no, not you, god no, not again." He groaned, banging his head on his doorframe before looking at it thoroughly; perplexed.

"Uh, excuse me?" The speech she had been practically drilling into her brain for the past four hours left her in an instant.

"Juliet, I'm exhausted. It's three twenty four in the morning, and I haven't slept a wink. All thanks to you. I don't need this for the umpteenth time tonight. I have a flight to catch tomorrow." His gaze remained steadfastly on the doorframe as a hand was raised to his hairline, and his eyebrows knit in confusion.

She blinked, deciding to temporarily ignore the nonsensical sentence. "Shawn, I… I couldn't go."

"No no no, these are even worse than the ones where you go with him, and frankly it's much harder to fall asleep after I wake up from those kinds of dreams anyway, so I have to stop you right there." He lifted his gaze from the doorframe to her befuddled eyes.

"Shawn, I'm trying to tell you that-" he closed his eyes as she took a step towards him. He holds up a hand to stop her.

"That you broke up with Declan, that you couldn't go to Italy with him because it wouldn't be fair to him. Or me. Or you. That you love me and you can't believe we were this stupid for this long." His head moved from side to side with each fragment, ticking off the ideas on his fingers.

"Essentially, yes." Juliet breathed out, surprising herself, still dumbfounded.

"But let me let you in on something, Dream-Jules," A spark of realization flashed in her eyes. "I haven't been that stupid for that long. I've been hopelessly in love with you for as long as I can remember- actually that's not true because I practically remember being born, eidetic memory and all. And I have no problem admitting these things to you because you are a figment of my imagination, just as every other terrible-slash-erotic thing going on in my subconscious-that-clearly-hates-me tonight. Let me leave you with this: you are the stupid one, Dream-Jules. I'm going to have to let you go now." Eyes still closed, he began to shut the door in her face.

"Shawn!" she practically yelled his name at him as she put her sneakered foot in between the door and its frame. "You aren't dreaming. Idiot."

Shawn's eyes fluttered open. He raised a hand to his head before turning to the doorframe where he had banged it earlier. He stared at it a while before letting out an 'oh' of realization. "It all makes sense," he said, to seemingly no one in particular. "Please, come in." He opened the door for her and walked into his living room as she entered his home, closing the door behind her.

She swallowed, realizing at the same time he did that he was shirtless. She wasn't complaining, but she did flatten herself against the door a bit, mildly intimidated. His bed head dampened the effect.

"Uhh, what can I help you with." He inched towards her.

"Like I said, I couldn't go." She bit her lip.

"And you're serious." He stepped forward until they were mere inches apart.

"As a heart attack." She whispered.

"And you meant all those things you said. Or, I said." He swallowed.

She swallowed. "Yes."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess we-" He didn't even have a thought to finish as he closed the distance between them.

They parted momentarily so he could whisper "You're sure I'm not dreaming." Into her neck before kissing it less than tenderly.

Her hands trailed down his arms before jumping down to his waist. "I'm sure." He rose back up and kissed her again, full on the mouth.

Knock Knock Knock

Shawn awoke with a start to the sound of a knock at the door. He groaned, flipping over in bed. He looked at his clock:

3:24 AM.

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I'm all about twists today okay but at least in my head it does happen and Shawn just had a weird premonition.