"Drive" by Moonyhowler
Summary: Perhaps it was just the musings of a bitter old man, but he truly hated that motorbike.
A/N: This was just a little drabble that struck me as I was watching Psych. I'd love to get reviews, critiques, anything you think that would help me improve my writing.
Staring out the window, he glared down the monstrosity in the driveway. Sure, it looked all pretty with its gloss and shiny wheels, but he knew better. To Henry, motorbikes were the worst vehicle known to man—they could hardly even be considered a mode of transportation. They were "death on wheels." Every time he saw that bike, he swore his hatred and disgust grew tenfold. They were a menace to society, constantly getting people into crashes—and his own son rode one. He truly hated the bike and would have never allowed it. Not that he knew until it was too late to stop him. He turned away from the window and headed to the kitchen.
For once Shawn was over at his house not just to get help on a case, but to merely "hang out," as his son had said.
"Do you want a beer?" Henry called out from his bent position in front of the fridge.
"Do armadillos secretly run rave clubs and crave pineapple?" Shawn exclaimed from the couch.
"Shawn!"
"Okay, yes, I'd like one." Henry just shook his head with bemusement.
When Shawn came back to Santa Barbara, the bike came as well, much to his father's anger. But what could he do? Shawn was a grown man, despite his maturity level. The only thing he could really do was send the cops tip offs that he was parking too close to that fire hydrant. Maybe throw in a few digs about if he bought a car, he wouldn't have to borrow his truck or get rides from Gus.
He handed over the beer and plopped down to watch whatever Shawn had decided to turn on, but continued his thoughts.
He knew, deep down, it wasn't just that he hated the bike, but that he was worried about his son. He didn't want to be at Shawn's funeral—it should be the other way around. So he'd keep arguing about the bike, in hopes that it would break or Shawn would buy a car. Because to him, burying a son was even worse than anything Shawn could ever do. In the end, he just loved the kid, even if he was a whiny little princess. He was willing to look like the bad guy for his son's safety.