He groaned in his sleep, turning away from the voice and buried his head under a pillow. "Shut up n' go away."
Shawn scowled and continued prodding. "C'mon Gus, get up. We gotta go." He reached over and puleed the pillow away from the others face, replacing it with the bright shine of a flashlight.
"Get that outta' my face before I hurt you." Gus grumbled before rolling even further from his friend. Unfortunately for him, he rolled himself right off the bed.
"See," Shawn smirked. "You were meant to get up. Now, pack your bags Gus we're off to the Mexican border!"
Gus blinked, then he did it again just to make sure that Shawn wasn't a delusion. "We're doing what?"
Scooting to the edge of the bed, Shawn repeated, "We're going to the Mexican border. C'mon, get some clothes on and let's go." He threw Gus the first shirt and pair of pants that were in reach. "I'll be waiting in the car."
"Wait!" Gus called, reaching out for him before he could leave. "Remind me again why we're doing this?"
The smirk returned to Shawn's face. "Because," he started matter -of-factly. "You love me."
Gus rolled his eyes but still proceeded to hurry into the clothes.