1989
Shawn looked around, as if to peer straight through the incredibly garish yellow and orange tie over his eyes. He really couldn't stand it when his dad treated him like he was a little kid all over again, it was so frustrating. When he finally couldn't take it anymore he burst out in an extremely frustrated, and somewhat whiney, voice.
"Oh come on dad! Where are we, why are we here, WHERE ARE WE? Why am I blindfolded? Are you going to pull a new trick like the whole hat thing? If so I will call Gus and sue you!" Shawn slammed back into his seat and crossed his arms, bringing his chin up at the same time, giving a very proud pose. Henry shook his head and half chuckled.
"Listen to yourself Shawn. You sound like a little kid still, which is why I treat you like one. If you can tell me whether or not this car is moving, I might take off your blindfold." Henry said with that tone of voice that Shawn absolutely hated. When he realized his dad was actually serious about this stupid game, he sighed loudly and angrily, and then stopped, concentrating. Shawn leaned over, pressed his face to the top of his window, which he always left cracked. Just one of the many tricks his dad had already taught him. He felt for a second, and then returned to normal with confidence.
"We aren't going anywhere dad, there isn't any air coming from the crack in the window, so we can't be moving." Shawn concluded triumphantly, and then continued, "Now can you PLEASE take off this ugly tie?" Henry frowned at Shawn reproachfully.
"Excuse, but that is one of my favorite ties! I wore it to your mom and mine's wedding." Muttered Henry, fairly indignant, and then went on to concede, "You were right anyways, that's good, using the window crack that way." Henry reached over and undid the tie, and then pulled it away, gently hanging it over the rearview mirror, exposing Shawn to the fact that they were at…
"Really dad? A firing range? Why can't I be a normal kid for once and go to a candy store for fun? I mean, when do you think the last time Gus's dad ever took him to a firing range?" Shawn frowned, disappointed, and secretly excited. Henry wasn't fooled by the front and grinned at him.
"Come on Shawn, by the time we go to dinner at that diner you like so much, you will be able to shoot a gun like a cop in the academy. And hey, is you do well I might even buy you a fudge cake. No hats this time."
I DON'T OWN PSYCH!
I may want to, but I don't. This is a short chapter, and really just an intro to my own little episode, possibly to be broken into two episodes, of Psych. Hang in there, and enjoy the show!
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