This is my first Psych fic so please be gentle with any criticism you may have. Also, enjoy!

Juliet was used to heartbreak. Before she was happily married she'd been in a relationship in which her boyfriend had lied to her about who he truly was. Before that, she had been forced to leave Miami for a new job in Santa Barbara. Before that, she'd had to deal with her father's constant lies and disappointments. Her life had been full of trying times, but every pain she had felt had never even begun to prepare her for what she had just witnessed.

She had been sitting in her car texting Shawn to make sure he picked up dinner, even though she was sure he'd 'forget' anyway. When she heard the laughs of several elementary aged children, she'd looked up to find her own daughter in the crowd that had just been released from school. Abigail was normally the first out the door, claiming that the school was trying to suffocate and brainwash her so they could take over the world. She had always been like Shawn with her crazy ideas.

But Abigail couldn't be spotted throughout the crowd.

Worried, Juliet tossed her phone onto the passenger's seat and got out of the car, earning a few honks from the cars behind her in line. Without much thought, Juliet started jogging towards the entrance, stopping when she saw Abigail exit the school slowly, with a teacher holding onto her shoulder. She was crying.

"What happened?" Juliet asked as she bent down towards her 7 year old's level. She wiped a few stray tears with her thumb before looking up towards the woman who had escorted her daughter out of the school.

"Today, Abigail and Ben had a bit of a disagreement." The teacher answered shortly before walking back into the school. Juliet nodded and looked back at Abigail, who's eyes were scrunched in frustration.

"It wasn't a fight." She answered, shaking her head. "I was just sitting there and he was being mean to me all day. He wouldn't stop."

Juliet couldn't help the smirk that had crossed her face. "He likes you, Abs. It's like when Kristoff teased Anna." As Juliet thought about her words, she couldn't help but imagine that if Shawn had been here, he'd have rolled his eyes at the reference. If it was up to him, their little girl would already be watching horror movies.

"So I'm the princess and Ben likes me?" Abby asked, mostly to herself. "How do you know?"

Juliet thought for a second, unaware of what to say before she thought of a perfect example. "Well…."

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Shawn Spencer was a man who never imagined himself being tied down to any girl. So he wasn't sure why he was standing in a room full of people he barely knew, sipping a drink he'd been handed five minutes earlier just so that he could spend time with her. Don't be fooled. Shawn was always up for a crazy party that had the potential to end in an unbelievable story nobody would believe, but as he looked at the attendants, who were all members of various police departments throughout California, he doubted anything fun would actually happen.

To make matters worse, Juliet wasn't sure when she was going to be able to show up. Apparently, a recent case in which Shawn managed to out a highly corrupt politician to being tied to a human trafficking scam, came with a lot paperwork that Juliet and Lassie had to complete. Shawn sighed and looked around, trying to find Gus, who was supposed to be back with a plate of food. He spotted his friend handing over a business card to an older man with glasses and tired eyes. Doctor. Watching as Gus instructed the man to turn the card over to see his handwritten cell phone number, Shawn chuckled and turned only to come face to face with a man who could only make this party lamer.

"Dad?" With an amused grin, Shawn made his way over to where his dad was standing with a blonde woman by a punch bowl. "Isn't it past your bed time?"

"Shawn, it's 8:30."

With a sigh, he looked down at his phone to check if Juliet had left him a message. He hadn't realized he'd already been here for an hour and a half. There was no message which could only mean she was still hard at work. Groaning, Shawn stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "You know the hospice lady likes you in bed by 7."

Smiling, Shawn watched the blonde walk away with a slight eyeroll. Henry sighed and put the extra cup of punch he'd been holding for her down on the table. "Is there something I can help you with, Shawn?"

"Actually, there is." Shawn quipped, tilting his head to see if Gus was finished selling product to the man he'd been talking to. When he saw Gus at the food table, he smiled. "How long does paperwork generally take?"

"Depends on the case. I've had cases that only took a few hours and some that have taken days."

"Have you ever worked on a case involving a high profile politician?" Shawn inquired, frowning with he saw his eye's get wider. "I'm guessing the international sex crimes isn't going to help, is it?"

Shawn turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He wasn't expecting what he saw. Juliet was standing in front of him in a stunning, slick black dress. Biting his lip to prevent himself from saying something stupid, he reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. "You look beautiful, Jules."

Juliet giggled against his neck and he felt chills run down his spine. "I'm sorry I took so long. I know you didn't want to come to this thing but it's kind of a big deal around the station and I didn't want to be the only one who didn't show up. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Shawn smiled and shook his head. "Jules, you being here in that dress is enough reason for me to want to be here too."

As they walked out onto the dance floor hand in hand, Juliet smirked. "That's a shame. I was going to make you a real pineapple upside-down cake."

"Well, I mean, I did wait here for almost two hours for you to show up." Shawn mumbled as he pulled her towards him. "I think I deserve that cake."

"Maybe you're right." Juliet smiled as she leaned her head against his chest as they danced. Shawn tilted his head so he could kiss the top of hers.

"Wait, what do you mean a real pineapple cake?" He questioned, leaning backwards so she was forced to look up at him. "I make real cakes all the time."

"Shawn, you can't call cakes you make with a child's oven real." Juliet rolled her eyes with a small smile before taking a step forward and putting her head back on his chest.

She shut her eyes and smiled as she allowed herself to fully relax, until she heard him mumble, "Agree to disagree."

He goes to things he doesn't want to go to because you're going.

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So that's the first chapter! It's based on an article I found on Elite Daily called "17 Small, Insignifcant Things He Does That Mean More than 'I Love You'". This, of course, means there'll be 17 chapters. Since these are snippets, this story won't be following a master plot of any kind so if that's not something you like to read, then this story isn't for you! :)

Hope you're all having a lovely summer.

- Kaylie