Night full of Shules-y dreams, a fireplace, and a cup of warm vanilla pudding. If there ever were more desirable writing conditions, I'm not aware of them.
I'm sorry for the delay. I had quite a nasty fall from my roller blades and injured my right arm (Oi, I need that one for writing). Thankfully, nothing was broken, and I'm (almost) as good as new!
Enjoy.

"Wow, I never thought I'd get married." Shawn was the first to break the silence in the limo the chief insisted they take. He was dressed in his Sunday best and felt incredibly stupid. Whatever they called these suits, they itched.

"What, at this age?" Juliet's head snapped in his direction as she separated her face from the window glass. She was glad he started a conversation, as the silence in the car was becoming quite awkward.

"Ever." He answered, shifting in his seat. It was an uncomfortable seat even though it was an expensive car. Either that, or Shawn just couldn't find the right position. Nothing could bring down the level of awkwardness between him and Juliet right now. Married? For the second time? Was the universe sending him a message or just playing a cruel trick on him since it knew he was dating Abigail. He wondered how this would affect their relationship, and Juliet saw right trough him.

"Look, Shawn, this is a rich neighborhood. Most of the couples here are just snobby, estranged and cold. We don't even have to hold hands to fit into this neighborhood." Juliet assured him, shifting as well. It looked like she, too, had troubles finding a comfortable position.

"I'm not all against hand-holding." Shawn protested playfully, and Juliet smiled but didn't respond. She didn't see this as anything other than playfulness now that he had a girlfriend. Before it all happened, he used to make comments like these, and she used to look at them in another way, but… Everything was different now.

He turned to her with a smirk, and Juliet knew he just thought of something. "What is it, Shawn? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was thinking, if we are to fit into the higher class, maybe I should try bringing out my British accent. I can do a mean impression of James Bond. No, really."

"Shawn, I don't think that will be neces—"

"Spencer, Shawn Spencer." He quickly cut her off, doing the impression rather well.

Juliet couldn't help but laugh and clap slightly. She stole a quick glance into the neighborhood yards. Just women in dresses and way too much jewels on them moaning and complaining to their bad-tempered husbands who were talking on no less than two phones at the same time, closing deals and what not. "See, Shawn?" Juliet beamed. "They're all fighting, arguing and…"

"Kissing shamelessly in public." Shawn muttered, obviously distracted by what he saw was going on from his window, and slid back into the seat. Juliet almost squashed him while trying to get a glimpse outside his window. Indeed, an elderly couple was doing just what Shawn described… And more. With a squeak, Juliet slid back into the seat next to Shawn and covered her eyes.

"That is so wrong on so many levels." Shawn managed to mutter as the car stopped. The driver walked outside and opened the door for them obediently.

Juliet was the first to pop out. She in her red evening dress Shawn had to admit looked pretty good on her. She flashed him a smile as he came out. "I could get used to this." She whispered, and the smile faded when she saw Shawn looking at her strangely. "Not being married, this… Just having someone open my door." Juliet muttered her explanation, dipping her head to the driver and nearing the house entrance.

"Sweet pineapple…" Shawn muttered, gazing up at the three-story house that rested in front of them, bathed in the disappearing sunlight. Juliet was speechless, her gaze flicking back and forth between the huge house and the even more beautiful yard.

"Ah, admiring the new house, are we?" A voice interrupted them, making them whip around. It was an older man who spoke. He looked like a businessman, unless he was wearing that suit around for fun, and a heavy smoker, as his yellow fingertips revealed. He looked friendly enough.

"You must be the new neighbor." Shawn said politely, offering his hand. "I'm Gordon Winters, and this is my lovely wife Victoria."

Juliet was grateful Shawn didn't pretend to be British as the man took her hand and kissed it.

"John Boneham, at your service." He smiled, looking at the setting sun trough his small rounded glasses. He got a tissue out of somewhere and wiped his nose. Shawn watched carefully, to see if he could copy that gesture later. "I'll be going off now. Hope you enjoy your new home. It is quite lovely. Me and my wife live in the house right next to yours, so I assume we'll be seeing more of you two. Until then!" He cheerfully bid them good bye and walked away.

Shawn and Juliet exchanged glances, making an unspoken agreement to get into the house as soon as possible and avoid any more encounters of this kind. The neighborhood would just have to wait until tomorrow to properly meet the mysterious new couple.