Shawn and Gus walked up the path to the Psych office. They noticed a sign sitting in the window. In red letters it read 'No, we don't know when Stephanie Meyer will publish Midnight Sun'.

"Dude," Shawn said. "Who's Stephanie Meyer?"

"I don't know." Gus said. "Apparently an author."

Shawn opened the door and stepped in. "Suze?" he called.

"Yeah?" a voice called from the kitchen.

"What's with the sign?"

Susie stuck her head around the corner. "You have no idea how much quieter it is here since I put that up."

"Who's Stephanie Meyer?"

"The author of one of the stupidest book series."

"Is it about Alaska?"

Susie looked at Shawn. "Alaska?"

"Yeah, the whole midnight sun thing…"

"Oh. No, it's about vampires."

"Vampires are cool."

"Sparkling vampires."

"Are they gay?"

"I wish."

"So, why is there a sign about a vampire author?"

"Do you know how many sniveling little tween brats I've had come in here, wanting to know if the wonderful psychic could predict when Steph was going to publish her new book, because if they didn't find out they were going to die?"

"They called me wonderful?"

"Shawn."

"I don't know."

"Thirty-five."

"Wow." Shawn looked at the cloud hanging over Susie's head as she talked about this. "You really have an issue with vampires."

"No I don't."

"But you just said--"

"I have a problem with Twilight. I don't have a problem with vampires. I'm a Buffy, Angel and Spike girl instead of a Bella, Edward, Jacob girl, because Buffy's kick-ass."

"So, how many books are there in this Twilight thing?" asked Gus, sitting at his desk.

"Four published, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. The fifth, Midnight Sun, had a few chapters stolen and published online, halting the writing process."

"For someone so against it, you certainly know a lot about it."

Gus sat, looking smug. He thought he'd trapped Susie in a corner, making her admit that she really did like Twilight.

Susie propped her chin in her hand. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Gus, do you know how many classes I've had to sit in, listening to the girls squeal 'Edward this' and 'Edward that'? Or how many times I've heard someone whine 'Why can't I do my book report on Twilight?' How about the number of times I've had to resist smacking someone in the face for saying that Twilight is the new Harry Potter? Or the number of Twilight books I've burned?"

Gus looked somewhat uneasy, as if he didn't want to hear the answer. "No." he said.

"Too. Damn. Many." Susie turned and went back into the kitchen as the toaster popped up. "Actually, I've only burned one book. I had to save Monica from getting sucked in."

"Susie," Shawn said, wanting to get her off this subject before she hurt someone. "Where'd you get the toaster?"

"Buzz came and dropped it off. It's a housewarming gift from the Chief, Lassiter and Juliet."

"Really?"

"Don't worry. It's not from evidence. It came with the receipt."

Shawn laughed slightly. Susie handed him a cup of coffee, and toast in hand, headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere sunny. Too many times have I been asked how I got so pale, like Edward." Susie opened the door and stepped out.

"Well." Shawn said, as the door shut. "At least we know what not to get Suze for her birthday."

It was a slow day at the office. The three actually finished a game of Monopoly. Shawn and Gus were flipping channels while Susie rummaged around, looking for something.

"Suze," Shawn said. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my shoe."

"Ah." Shawn sat up and looked behind him. "Why?"

"Because I'm getting ready to leave."

"Where to?"

"A meeting."

"What sort of meeting?"

"I'm not really sure…" Susie said, finally relocating her shoe under the couch, just as there was a knock on the door.

Shawn jumped up and barely beat Susie to the door. He opened it, and wished he hadn't.

Outside was a boy, about Susie's age. His hair was spiked up and there was an industrial piercing in each ear. A choker with a star charm was visible below the open collar of a pink shirt. The green pants matched the boy's eye shadow.

"Hey, Emery. Come on in. I'll just be a minute." Susie said, walking deeper into the office.

The boy stepped in. "Your hair," he said, with a little hand flick towards Shawn. "Is stunning."

"Thanks." Shawn said. Then he turned and followed Susie. He found her in the storage closet, picking a few things out of her purse and putting them in her pockets. "Who's that?" he asked.

"Emery. He's Monica's cousin."

"He's related to Monica?"

"Yeah. She can't really stand him. He's always trying to give her fashion tips."

"And you're going to this 'meeting' with him?"

"Yeah."

"Is it a PFLAG meeting?"

"No, those are on Thursdays."

Shawn shook his head. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about him doing what Skyler did last time you went out."

Susie looked at Shawn. "Well, I gotta go. Don't wait up." She walked out to the door, where Emery was standing in all his flaming glory. When she came close enough, Emery grabbed Susie in a huge hug.

"Hey, Emery." she said into his chest. "Ready?"

"Omigosh, yes!" Emery said, releasing Susie. "And your eye shadow's totally cute!"

"Bye, Shawn." Susie said, as Emery dragged her down the path to his car. Shawn watched the two get in, and shut the office door.

"Dude," he said, sitting back in front of the TV. "That was weird."

"So, what's this meeting we're going to?" Susie asked.

"Don't worry, you'll love it. And the people are so nice."

Susie stared out the window, trying not to listen to Emery sing along to the old Savage Garden CD. Soon, they pulled up in front of a nice two story house with a neatly trimmed lawn and well kept flowerbeds. Susie got out of the car with a feeling that she wasn't going to like whatever was on the other side of the front door.

Emery rang the doorbell, and the door opened to reveal a girl, same age as Emery and Susie, with curly blonde hair.

"Hey, girl!" Emery said. "This is one of my b-f-fs, Susie."

"Great!" the girl said. "We're always looking for new members!"

The girl turned and led the other two down the hall. "So, Susie," she said. "What are you interested in?"

"Oh, you know, this and that." Susie said, unsure why that question bugged her somewhat.

"Awesome," said the girl, with no trace of sarcasm. "I'm sure everyone will love you."

'We'll see,' Susie thought.

The girl turned and opened a door to a screened in porch. Inside, there was a group of about fifteen girls, ranging in age from eleven to eighteen.

"Guys," the blonde girl said. "Emery brought a friend. This is Susie."

"Hi, Susie!" the group said.

"Hey." Susie said. Then she noticed what was on the blonde girl's shirt. Then she noticed the rest of the group's shirts. And the walls. And the shelves. Everything was covered in Twilight.