A/N- As you may know, I am currently on a Next To Normal kick. And if you don't know, then pay more attention to what I am writing, please. So, anyway, I love the musical. And I was doing a little research over the weekend and found a blog that I would like to share with you. It is relatively new, only a couple of days actually, but I think it's cool. If you are into Next To Normal, you should look at it. Thank you.

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In more news, this story is from a writing contest I was having with my friends, hence the reason it is so out of season. Sorry about that, by the way. Anyway, I lost due to a technicallity that was not explained and supposed to be assumed. Let me just point out, that out of the four of us in this competition I am the ONLY one having my piece read by people who I don't know. Thank-you for reading and/or proving my point.

"Gus!" Shawn said happily as his friend walked into the Psych office.

"Shawn, what are you doing?" Gus asked, looking down at the other man. Shawn was sitting on the floor, a knife in one hand, a pair of Mr. Potatohead eyes in the other. A pineapple was laying in front of him. Shawn smiled.

"It Halloween, Gus. I'm decorating." He explained as Gus rolled his eyes.

"Maybe it's me, but aren't pumpkins traditionally decorated for Halloween. I think you have the wrong fruit." He said, sliding his wheeled phamacutical case under his desk. Shawn pouted.

"They were out of pumpkins at the store." He answered. Gus looked through the papers on Shawn's cluttered desk.

"That's because you went to the Pineapple Mart. Where are you even going to put a Halloween pineapple?" Gus questioned, pulling out his laptop. Shawn looked out the window. a dreamy look on his face as the sun shone on his curly brown hair.

"I have a place in mind."

Lassie walked toward his desk and groaned. It was only 7:30 AM Halloween morning, and already the pranks had begun. Sitting on his desk was a large, yellow pineapple wrapped in orange and black ribbons.

Lassie sneared and picked up the offending object. Inserted into the fruit's thick skin were Mr. Potatohead parts. The plastic face grinned at him cheekily.

Lassiter spun around, grabbing his holster, at the feeling of hands on his shoulders.

"What's the matter Lassie-Bear?" Shawn asked when the other man practically elbowed him in the face. The detective smiled, he couldn't help it.

"You scared me, Shawnie-Boo." Lassie said, sitting on his desk and pulling Shawn onto his lap.

"Merry Halloween." Shawn said, pressing his lips to Lassiter's.