So this is my Second Psych fanfic. I havent posed the first one, since its not done yet. Ive got writters block.
Shawn kicked open the door to the Psych office. He hadn't locked it last night, or closed it for that matter. But from where he was standing that was a good thing. If the three boxes full of Dukes of Hazard memorabilia were anything to go by. Walking over to his desk and avoiding the mess on the floor by memory Shawn set the boxes down on the table and took a tired step back. Stretching he heard a loud satisfying crack and sighed happily.
"Gus is never going to believe this!" Shawn breathed happily. Reaching for the iphone in his pocket Shawn flipped it open and dialed his best friend s number. Gus answered after the second ring.
"No." He snapped before Shawn could even get a word out.
"Dude! You don t even know what im going to say." Shawn scoffed opening the box on top of his pile and peeking inside of it.
"Fine. What do you want? And it better not be money. Because I'm not giving you any more until you pay me back." Gus responded. Shawn smiled and pulled out an awesome Daisy Duke doll.
"I don't want anything; I called to tell you that I just bought three boxes full of Dukes of Hazard stuff!" Shawn yelled into the phone. There was silence and Shawn could hear the sound of car horns, meaning Gus was probably on his way to the office as they spoke.
"Did you use my money to buy all of that crap?" Gus snapped after a few seconds of silence. Shawn rolled his eyes, but since Gus couldn't exactly see him, the sarcastic maneuver wasn't very effective.
"Why would you assume that Gus? I don't always steal your money and credit cards! I'm personally very offended that you would, A: assume such an awful thing and C: Call this awesome stuff crap!" Shawn responded pushing the top box off of the pile, enabling him access to the second box in the pile.
"You used your dad s credit card didn't you?" Gus said. Sounding slightly relived.
"No, my dad got new credit cards after the whole Finland incident." Shawn grumbled to himself angrily. Leave it to his dad to get angry over a little bit of identity theft.
"So, you actually paid for them yourself?" Gus gasped, truly surprised.
"Of course! I already told you I did. Weren't you listening?" Shawn asked digging threw the second box. "I used the money we got from our last case." Shawn finally admitted throwing the stuff down and walking towards the kitchen, board with it already. He was in the mood for some pineapple.
"Shawn!" Gus cried. "That was for-" Shawn tuned his friend out when he noticed something off about the kitchen. The refrigerator door was slightly ajar and the kitchen sink had recently been used.
"Have you been in the psych office recently?" Shawn suddenly asked cutting off whatever Gus was saying.
"No. Why? Did you look the door last night?" Gus's asked, the panic clear in his voice.
"Nope. I didn't shut it either." Shawn mumbled looking around the kitchen for anything else that might have been amiss. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that the little wooden block of knifes that Gus had bought a week ago was missing a knife. The big one at that.
"Uh, Gus?" Shawn whispered quietly feeling very exposed all of a sudden.
"What is it Shawn?" Gus responded not even trying to hide his worry.
"You wouldn't happen to have that huge machetes sized knife with you, would you?" Shawn asked backing out of the kitchen slowly. There was silence on the other side of the line.
"Why would I have that? And it s not Machete sized. It s like 8inchs long..." Gus explained tightly. Shawn smirked despite the possibly dangerous situation.
"That what she said." He mumbled. Gus groaned on the other end and was about to respond when there was suddenly a loud crack. Shawn dropped the phone and crumpled to the ground unconscious.
Welcome to my psycfic. I would just like to say that this is not going to be like any of my other stories. Because I will post a new chapter, once a week. Unless a plethora of reviews commands me to post sooner that is. Well, whatever. Sit back and enjoy the shawn Whump. ;D