Pure Shawn/Gus silliness I wrote at 12:30 am cuz I was bored LOL :D sorry if I doesn't make since I'm kinda delirious right now. Enjoy anyway.
April fools day
"SHAWN!" Gus yelled as he walked into the Psych office.
"What's up my cocoa colored buddy?" Shawn said from his desk, behind the jungle of white balloon strings.
"Shawn, what the hell are all these balloons doing in here?" Gus snapped and tried to make his way over to his desk without getting strangled by the strings.
"Oh, Gus, I was bored!" Shawn spun around in his chair and tangled himself in strings. His eyes bulged as they wrapped around his throat, "Uh, Gus," he choked, "Help. Cant breathe!"
Gus watched through icy eyes, "Save yourself," he waved his hands and turned on his lap top.
Shawn dramatically stood up and flopped on Gus's desk. Then, making gasping choking noises grabbed a pair of scissors and made a show about cutting the strings off.
"uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh few!" He gasped.
Gus looked at him with disgust and pushed him off the desk.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwww…" Shawn whined loudly from his spot on the floor.
"So are you going to tell me why all these balloons are here?"
"I got bored in the Dollar Store."
Gus looked around the room. "Cant you buy more balloons then this at the Dollar Store?"
Shawn beamed with pride and a wicked grin crossed his face, "I did."
Gus looked at him suspiciously then dismissed it with a, "You know what? I don't want to know. Nope. Don't tell me."
"You know you want to,"
"No, I don't,"
"Do too,"
"Do not,"
"Do too,"
"Do not!"
"Do too infinity!" Shawn yelled in triumph.
"No, I do not, Shawn." Gus glared then smacked Shawn with a folder.
Shawn narrowed his eyes. "Oh, so you want to do this."
"Maybe,"
"Right here?"
"Right now." Gus replied eyes narrowed. Shawn lunged toward the couch and snatched the pillows while Gus grabbed waded up papers out of the basket.
"Eat paper, Shawn!" Gus yelled pelting Shawn with paper. The balloons bobbed and danced making their rubbery noises.
"Take this, Buster Brown!" Shawn called back, jumping out from behind the couch and sending a pillow sailing across the room. It smacked Gus in the face with a loud crack, not the sound a soft pillow would make when I connected with someone's face.
"OW! WHAT THE HELL SHAWN?!" Gus yelled, cupping his nose. Bright red blood gushed from it and Gus stumbled through the maze of paper, pillows and balloons to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Shawn sat dazed on the couch. What the…? He stood up and picked up the pillow. The was a soft thunk on the floor by this feet and he looked down, face immediately twisting into a grin. So that's were the remote I accused Lassie of stealing went. he thought, picking it up with a smile.