This is my new Fanfic about Shawn and Juliet. It just popped in my head. I have the second chapter started, but I'm still writing. This is an alternate universe(AU).

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. If I did Shawn and Jules would be married.

Once upon a time in a land far away there lived a princess named Juliet. She was a tomboy. Her parents were not happy about that.

I was that girl. It sucked being a tomboy, because my parents looked down upon me. It was the worst thing ever, but I was never going to be a real princes! I hated the fitted dresses my parents shoved me in. Oh how horrible they looked!

I always did wish that one day some one would come whisk me off my feet and take me a way to be their lovely princess. That was my only fantasy that was never going to happen.

My parents told the townspeople that I was a tomboy and they were shocked. They thought that because of my charming good looks and stunning beauty I would be the stuck up princess for sure. Well, surprise I'm not!

My sister was the most stuck up princess my parents could ask for. She wore the dresses and loved the makeup. It made me sick!

As I walked out of my room into the castle hallway my mother swooped me up and said " Honey what are you doing out of your bed? You know that today Is the day the princes's gather for the chance to marry your sister Abby."

"She's only 16! I'm 18 for goodness sakes. When can I get married?," i said.

" When you start dressing like a princess or a man falls in love with you. Neither is ever going to happen!"

" Yes it will. I will go downstairs and pick one of the men myself and see if they fall in love with me!"

" You will not. I refuse for them to see you in this horrifying mess!"

" So what I'm hearing is that if a change and look like a princess I can go downstairs and choose one of them?"

" Yes but don't tell your sister!"

I was so happy. I get to pick out a husband. I hoped he liked me for me. What if I picked the one my sister liked? That would be a disaster. I will dress up like a real princess and be pretty. Oh just the thought of that was revolting, but I had to if I wanted a prince.

As my stylist put on the perfect dress. I thought about what it would be like to be with a person who actually liked me for me.

I stepped off the stool and looked in the mirror.

" Do you like it? You better," my stylist Cindy said.

" I love it!," I screamed.

" I know. I know your style so much," she said.

" Your the best Cindy," I said.

Cindy was the only person who ever understood me. She accepted that I was a tomboy and designed clothes to match my style and colors.

My dress was an above the knees. It was a sky blue with very few sparkles. For my shoes just for my style were sky blue paint converse. For the final touch Cindy put on a simple crown. Nothing too big. I hated when things were too big.

" Go downstairs and show them you can be a princess," Cindy encouraged.

" Ok. I'll try my best. I've never really been one before though," I said.

" Just try your best and you'll be fine," Cindy said.

I just updated to put the link to the picture of the dress that Juliet wears. . ?trim=1&scale=2

Here is a picture of the crown.

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