Shawn couldn't help but feel hurt. He loved pineapples, he acted happy 24/7, he wore jeans and t-shirts, but he couldn't help but feel hurt. All this time and Lassiter, despite his refusal to believe in Shawn's psychic ability, never thought back to when they first met.
Was it really that hard to believe that someone like him was able to solve a crime due to actual ability and intelligence?
He told them the truth, plain and simple, yet despite that Lassiter still looked for every other possibility, never did he consider the moment of truth when Shawn had first told him how he had solved all those cases; simply by watching the news.
To him, to his father, to everyone he was a fool, worthless a moron, unable to do anything right.
The truth was Shawn was smart, almost scarily so but he acted they way he did naturally. His intelligence went ignored most of his life and he happily slid into obscurity education wise, being known as a fun-loving prankster but sometimes he wished someone would look at him and see him.
Even Gus didn't know everything about him, you would think after all these years as best friends it would dawn on Gus – he had photographic memory, yet somehow 'forgot' the names of medicines and drugs while remaining more obscure details.
He hadn't been lying when he told Gus about the spelling bee when they were younger – of course he knew the spelling, he didn't forget things, no he didn't forget anything.
No one knew that under an alias he had gone to university, top of his class, got three PhD's after all he was Shawn Spencer, fake psychic extraordinaire – he wasn't intelligent, he was a goofball, a moron, a child.
Should I continue with people finding out that there is more to Shawn Spencer? Or should I leave it as a one-shot?
I am sorry i have not updated my other stories recently, i have exams (three this week!) and i wanted to get some stress relief through writing without having to consider plot to much.