SO I read a lot of stories about how Shawn gets framed for murder, or some other crime, but I was thinking. Now just bare with me. What if it was Juliet Framed for Murder? Didn't see that one coming did Ya. Anyway that's not what this story is about. I Accualy have no idea what it's going to be about. I'm just going to Wright and see what comes out my brain. And this is a small quirk of mine that I find so weird, but I can't spell murder, unless I think of redrum and spell redrum backward. Doesn't make sense to me either. (I Love The Shining!)
Juliet sat at her desk looking over her paperwork, for the seventieth time. It was all she had to do other then solitaire, or going off into La La Land. She had already, with some help from Google translate, translated her report into six different languages. Spanish, French, Russian, Hebrew, Finnish, and Irish. "O'Hara are you done with that report yet. Chief wants itpronto." Lassiter said as he walked by her desk to the coffee. 'Grate. That's all I had to do, now I think I'll be the first person ever in the history of the planet earth do die of boredom. This is just great. Fantastic. You know I haven't see The Fantastic's in a long time. I should Netflix that. I wonder what's at the top of my queue. I think it's Big. No I all ready received that one. Wow one is the loneness number. I've started talking to myself. I need a life outside of the station. Other then Shawn'And with that she stood up and walked to the Chiefs office to hand in her report. Once she got to the door, she tried opening it. And found that the handle didn't turn. So she knocked on the door. No answer. "Ok who says I need something pronto and then locks themselves into their office and doesn't answer when people knock?" She thought not aware that she had actually said it aloud.
"I do that sometimes. It's just so fun to see how long it takes them to give up. I'm usually on the other side eating a banana, and sipping some freshly squeezes Pineapple juice." Juliet was startled by Shawn voice but hid it well.
"Shawn." Juliet said, as if she was talking to a five year old who knew nothing. "You can't squeeze a Pineapple."
"Oh Poor naive Jules. How else are out supposed to get the Pineapple goodness out if its shell." Shawn said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Thay don't have shells, and you use a blender."
"Never heard of it."
"You've never heard of a blender! You can't be seriously that oblivious to the things around you."
"Says the woman who's about to give that chief a report written entirely in Russian."
"What?" Juliet asked and lifted up the folder, to revile a report in Russian.
"Now who's the oblivious one?" Shawn said jokingly. He then kissed her on the Cheek, then when to find and bother Lassie. Juliet rolled her eyes, and went back to her desk to get the right folder. 'Well it's not my fault. I can't think with them bothering me. Oh that was it! Them is next on my queue! OH God I'm doing it again.'
Well sorry if it might be bad I wrote it at 6 O'clock AM with no sleep since 6 O'clock Am the day before. So since I have no idea where this story is headed, be prepared for time between update, of ill be having this little thing called Writers block. And school. Which I'm not really looking forward to. New school. I don't know anyone who goes there. And it's a catholic School. Not that that bad, I just cause like there's not fucking tomorrow. SEE! R&R! Oh and if you have any ideas to where the story should go, do not be afraid to tell me. It might take longer if you don't help me out a lil' I also have a few other stories I'm working on. Some already posted other not. SO Please! Oh any Juliet's train of thought, if exactly how my train of thought is.