Disclaimer: I love Pineapples and Psych, but, as of this moment, don't own either of the two.
Hey, Guys, Thanks for the reviews, I have corrected the Margaret – Madeline mistakes and have a second chapter prepared: and yes, it is a filler. Anyways, enjoy!! Love, Brownie
Third Eppes, First Spencer
Chapter 2: Clear My Head
Seventeen-year-old Shawn Spencer slammed the front door shut and leaned against the wooden, porch railing. God, I can't take anymore, he thought as he ran his hands through his mop of brown hair tiredly and tried to get his breathing under control. God damn it, but nothing could rile him up as effectively as his dad. He just couldn't understand why the man couldn't comprehend that Shawn didn't want to be a cop; it just wasn't in him.
Shawn sighed, wishing that his parents had never gotten a divorce because it had been… not good exactly, but better when his mom had been there. His mom had actually understood him and had tried her best to play buffer between him and his dad since Shawn had turned thirteen and had kept a lot of heat off of Shawn. Shawn loved her for it, but she wasn't here now and he needed to get away: clear his head a bit.
He'd already saved money in preparation for this despite the fact that he wasn't much of a "save for prosperity" person, knowing that it was coming sooner or later, but where to go; that was the question of the hour. Head cleared for the moment, he opened the front door a little and peered in to make sure that his dad wasn't in the living room, then tiptoed across the living room, and up the stairs to his room.
Locking the door behind him, Shawn stepped over the mountains of clothes lying on the floor to his bed. Shawn sat on his bed and, then scooted back so that he was leaning against the wooden headboard with his knees bent. Reaching out with his left hand, he opened the first drawer of his side table and grabbed the map of California, which had come with his Driver's Ed manual, that lay there.
After closing his eyes, so that he didn't see anything, he unfolded the map and placed it on his bed. Keeping himself in the dark, he placed his right pointer finger on an unknown spot on the map, then moved it in random directions and patterns. Continuing the motion with his hand, Shawn started counting, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi…"
At "Ten Mississippi," his finger stilled, his hazel eyes flew open and quickly looked down to see where his finger had landed. His lips curled up to take on the shape of his trademark grin, as he said, "Pasadena, here I come."
His grin disappeared when he heard the crunching of floorboards, which indicated that his dad was coming up the stairs, and he jumped off the bed, grabbing the map as he did so, He quickly stuffed the map underneath all his junk in the still-open drawer and shut it, jumping around to face his dad when the door opened.
He tried his best to look not guilty and looked up at his dad from under his hair, pushing it out of his eyes when his dad started speaking, "Go to sleep, its late." And, just like that he was gone and Shawn was sort of glad because if his dad had done something like apologize Shawn wouldn't have been able to leave, even if he did crack an "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" joke. Thinking, I'll get everything ready tomorrow, Shawn hit the hay.
…TBC…
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