A/N: New idea! For this collection of one shots, I've decided to do little stories with no prompts. But, of course, there is a catch. Anyone want to guess? The title might have given it away, but let's see how ya'll do!
Disclaimer: Foolz, Psych ain't mine.
Rating: K
Ask anyone- Shawn Spencer was a man with some eccentricities. Because of her close relationship with the man, Juliet thought she knew this better than anyone.
Case in point, Jules mused as she walked into work that day.
Down on his knees, in the middle of the bull pen, Shawn Spencer, the psychic detective extraordinaire, pineapple lover, and man with a self-claimed aversion to fancy clothes, was waiting, wearing an extremely expensive-looking suit. Everyone in the room that passed was throwing Shawn odd looks, all clearly confused by his behavior.
"Freak has been sitting there like that for nearly an hour, O'Hara," Juliet's partner whispered to her as he walked by. Gracefully elbowing Carlton in the side, Juliet proceeded to her desk, suppressing a smile.
"Hey Shawn," Juliet nodded to the man, who just so happened to be kneeling by her desk.
"I need to talk to you!" Juliet was slightly bemused as she watched Shawn seemingly shake himself to alertness. Kneeling apparently wasn't very comfortable, and she watched as he got up slowly, rubbing the offended areas.
Latching himself to her hand, Shawn suddenly grabbed Juliet and began tugging her towards a deserted conference room.
"Manhandling really isn't the way to a girl's heart, Shawn," Juliet gasped, rubbing her wrist once they were in the empty room and Shawn had let go of her hand.
"Nevertheless, it doesn't hurt," Shawn smiled, but something in it was off, and Juliet studied him until it occurred to her.
Of all things, why would her boyfriend look so...nervous?
"Please Shawn, just tell me what's going on, I should really get back to work!"
Quiet now, the man began to pace, and Juliet only kept her patience for a few more seconds. "Really, Shawn, spit it out!" Juliet exclaimed. She was beginning to get a little annoyed.
That got Shawn's attention, finally, and as he paused in front of her, kneeling once more, he spoke. "Usually I'm so much smoother- wouldn't you agree? Virginia Wolfe would have been proud of my eloquence, right?" Wary now, Juliet realized that Shawn seemed to be pleading with her, or else justifying his odd behavior.
"Xanax might be helpful..." Shawn muttered to himself, and Juliet's eyebrows rose. Yes, she could clearly see that Shawn seemed to be getting more anxious as time went by, and so she knelt in front of him now too, placing her hands on his. Zipping his eyes up to Juliet's, Shawn's nervousness seemed to fade a little at her touch.
"Alright, Jules, what I'm trying to say is..." Breathtakingly, here, Shawn reached into his pocket, and pulled out a little box. "Can you marry me, Juliet? Damn- I mean will you marry me; that's how it is in the movies, right?"
Even with her shock, Juliet managed a little laugh. Frozen to the spot, Shawn stared up at her, the box now open and displaying a brilliant ring.
"God yes, Shawn." Half-laughing and half crying now, Shawn slipped the ring onto her finger, and they rose, kissing.
In fact, the two were so engrossed in the liplock that neither noticed half the station was watching through the windows of the room.
"Just a matter of time, I suppose..." Carlton muttered, but even his usual annoyed mask couldn't hide his smile.
Haha! That was very fun to write, even if it took a while. To tell you now, though I'm sure you've all figured it out at some point, this story will be in chapters. Each sentence will start with a letter of the alphabet, going in successive order (ABCDE...) If you didn't already know that, look over this chapter- you'll see it! Anyway, it was really cool to write, and gave me a challenge with each sentence.
Hope you guys liked it! Any ideas/suggestions are awesome!
