I DON"T OWN PSYCH OR ANY CHARACTERS. SITUATION BASED OFF A TRUE STORY!!! –Ok this may be dull to most people, but it was funny when in the situation. And I wrote this for my friend. So if anyone doesn't like, I don't much care. Sorry-

Burton Guster, known to all as Gus, sat in his suspiciously blue rental car tapping his fingers impatiently on the wheel. He glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes. He and his best friend, Shawn Spencer "psychic" detective for the Santa Barbara police had made a trip to Vermont to visit some of Gus's family. The two friends had two weeks of vacation left ahead of them. They were currently living in his cousin's garage-made-apartment. Their first week there, had been exploring the different aspects of Vermont in the summertime, apple picking, the farms ect. Completely impressed that Shawn had been amused all week he waited for the moment when he decided their vacation needed a little trouble, Shawn style. That moment had come the night before. Shawn had come bouncing up to him yelling about the theme park "Six Flags" located a couple hours away. After an hour of pleading, Gus had finally sighed and given in, knowing he would NEVER hear the end of it. Shawn had raced around afterwards, to the amusement of his friend, getting clothes together for the water park and finding his seasons pass, that he had bought earlier in the summer when the trip was being planned; failing to give this detail to his friend. Gus chuckled lightly as he watched his twenty –nine year old friend acting like a ten year old. Then he thought of something.

"Shawn I don't know if I can spare the fifty bucks to get in the gates."

"Not a problem dude, I have a coupon that goes with my pass. Gets you in for free." Shawn answered shooting him a grin.

"Alright whatever you say."

After he had finished getting his gear together, Shawn had persuaded Gus to play Donkey Kong Country on an old Nintendo system he had found snooping in the lower garage. When he next had looked at the clock, Gus had realized it was four am, he had finally escaped to bed warning his friend that they needed to get up in another four hours. And here it was ten minutes past eight, Gus knew he should be used to his meticulous schedules being shredded by Shawn but he just couldn't. Looking up he noticed his friend stumble out of the garage, and tumble into the car. He buckled his seatbelt, blinking slowly and staring out the windshield.

"I told you not to stay up so late." Gus scolded his friend gently.

"I'm fine, I just need a soda and I'll be good. "He answered stifling a yawn.

Gus pulled into the Jiffy Mart down the street, filling his gas tank. Shawn yawned, gazed at his friend owlishly, and shoved fifteen dollars in his hand before wandering into the store. As always Gus worried for his friend, it didn't matter the amount of sleep that Shawn got, he was ALWAYS awake. Especially if he was going somewhere he really wanted to go. Shrugging his thoughts away, he marched into the station. Opting for a nice French Vanilla Cappuccino, he started when Shawn appeared beside him carrying a Mug Root beer and began filling another cup with a Cappuccino. They settled in the car and hit the road again. Gus was taking small sips of his drink so it lasted. Shawn chugged down half his root beer and began taking huge gulps of his Cappuccino. He finally set both aside staring blearily out the window. Deciding that a little rock music might wake his friend up, he put Shawn's I pod into its holder so the music played out of the radio. Flipping through he finally decided on "10 sign's you should leave" by Emmure. Bracing himself, he still winced as the loud metal screeched into their ears. Shawn simply looked on, his head slightly keeping time to the music but not much else.

The car ride was long and without Shawn as distraction, it was really tedious. They were stuck in a traffic jam, about five minutes from their final destination when Shawn began to laugh.

"What, what happened?" Gus asked.

"Look at this idiot!!" he barked out pointing to the brake down lane beside them. He looked and gulped as a huge charter bus squeaked its way next to him. He held his breath waiting for the tell tale sign that his rental had been damaged. But the bus driver apparently knew what he was doing and shimmied on by and down the exit. Finally able to move, they pulled off the exit behind it.

"Dude this would so be a cool name for a band, "Death by Charter Bus!" Shawn laughed again. "It was almost as good as the armadillo that did "Suicide by Gus's car" last week, right?"

"That was NOT an armadillo; it was a rat, a very large barn rat."

"You called it an armadillo I didn't."

"I panicked…..just shut it."

They were moving again, and it seemed that Shawn took his advice seriously for once. He was gazing out the window again, still not looking quite awake. Finally reaching the gates to the theme park, the attendant took Gus's fifteen bucks for parking and directed them. Because they were late they were in the very back lot. Grumbling slightly, Gus got out locking the car and wandered over to the pick up station. A trolley would come by to pick them up and bring them to the gates. Shawn lagged behind him, just reaching the pickup point as the transportation made its appearance. They clambered aboard, Shawn appeared to be enjoying the ride as they finally pulled up to the gates and he seemed in no mood to get up. Finally grasping his shirt sleeve, Gus pulled him out and dragged him up the steps. The three flights of steps, across the bridge that was over a road, and down more steps. Grinning, the two friends made their way to a ticket line. They moved through it and within five minutes they were in the front. Gus felt the day was going to be good.

"Hey, here's my season pass, so that my friend can get in free too."

"Where's your coupon." The bored looking guy asked in a monotone voice.

"Uh it's……" Shawn dug in his pockets, face scrunched in thought, and then realization dawned on him. "I left it at home. Can't you let him in anyway, I do have the pass."

"We need the coupon, NEXT!" Glaring Shawn pulled his friend to the side. "So what now."

"I could pay the fifty." Gus sighed, he really didn't want to.

"No, no its ok buddy, there's a mall around here. Let's just go to that."

"You sure."

"Yep"

Sighing, the two men trudged their way back up the stairs and to the trolley. They rode in silence back to their parking area. They clambered into the car and sat there a moment.

"Well, at least we got to ride on the trolley." Shawn said laughing, and breaking the silence.

Gus rolled his eyes good naturedly and pulled out of the drive. It took them twenty minutes but they navigated their way to the mall. Stepping into Best Buy, Gus reversed their roles; he bounced around the store, while Shawn wandered along behind him, still seemingly not awake. But it was 2pm he definitely should be! Finally deciding that it was food his friend needed, he grabbed Shawn's arm and dragged him down to the food court. They ordered Friendly's and yapped about nothing for a half hour. Shawn was getting a little better, but not quit his old self.

"Dude, what's wrong with you today?" Gus finally asked.

"The spirits don't know what you mean." Shawn smirked at him.

"I'm sure they don't. Why are you like dead on your feet?"

"I see the spirits; I'm not one of them." His friend said going into one of his mock creepy voices. "Or am I?"

"Shawn, you know what I mean! Do you want me to call your da-"

"Ok, ok back stabber. I took a sleeping pill last night, but I didn't take it until three thirty and it's not worn off yet."

"Why did you do that?"

"Well I wanted to be awake for the trip, but I forgot to take it. Then I did anyway and apparently it was too late." Shawn replied finishing up his cheese sticks.

"Ohh."

When finished with their dinner, the two decided to make the trek back to Vermont. Along the way Shawn fell asleep, digging through his friends I pod, Gus laughed when he saw "Rent" soundtrack down near the bottom. Grinning he put it on to play. He had been listening it for an hour, the song "Take me or Leave me" was on.

"-ake me or leave MEEEEEEEE" Shawn jumped up and burst into the song, he came in right in the middle of the sentence that Maureen was in. Gus stared at him, a hand thrown in the air. Finally realizing he needed to look at the road he did so. He hand still in the air in a "WTF" motion, he listened as his friend became louder singing right along and bouncing in his seat.

He kept glancing over, shocked.

"Dude, you're catching flies. What's the matter?"

"……….."

"DUDE, WHAT"S UP?"

"…………."

"GUS!!!!!"

Gus couldn't handle it, he got off the next exit and pulled into a gas station nearby, and he turned and stared at Shawn for a full five minutes.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!!!"

"What do you mean?" Shawn looked at him with genuine confusion.

"How did you do that? You were SLEEPING and suddenly your singing, in the middle of a sentence. Just BAM!"

"I was sleeping?"

"YES!"

"Oh…hey Gus?"

"What?"
"EGGIES!!!!!!!" Shawn laughed as Gus once more rolled his eyes and pulled back on the interstate.

"Bubbies, Fruit money. WEEEEE. I need pineapple. Do you think they have smoothies here?"

THE END