Bad
-because it's more than just a Michael Jackson song…
Bad. This was just horrible, horrid, hazardous—and some other 'H' word he couldn't think of. Shawn Spencer had always been… eccentric to say the least. He was abnormal and hyper and he would always spit out whatever came to mind first. He was used to his own ways, and so were the people around him. Now, the only problem was, he couldn't bring himself to say what had been floating in his mind for the past week.
Rather, he could say it, but he didn't exactly want to. If he did, he'd probably find himself shot—or worse, hated by the one person he didn't want to be hated by.
So, instead he avoided all contact. He even stopped going into the station. He was thinking about running away again, too. Because he couldn't say it, but—oh, he knew he'd let it slip. He couldn't not tell him if the man was standing right in front of him.
But these thoughts were bad…
TBC.