Okay, I lied. This story will actually have THREE parts. But no more! I promise.

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Left foot.

Right foot.

Left foot.

Left foot.

Gus snickered as Shawn staggered and nearly fell on the richly colored carpet. The groom had spent the better part of his prep time pacing anxiously across his hotel room. For the most part, Gus just laughed him, offering a few calm reassurances when it seemed most needed, but seeing him trip like that was just too good an opportunity for mockery.

"I thought those dance lessons were supposed to stop you from doing that," he teased, chuckling as Shawn rose, rather unsteadily, to his feet.

But Shawn didn't laugh at his friends attempt at humor. "Dude, it's not funny!" he groaned, plopping down onto a nearby recliner. "I screwed up big time!"

Gus suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He was used to Shawn's melodramatic acts, but one would think he'd try to be more serious on a day as important as this one. "Your part looks fine, stop stressing."

"It's not that," Shawn sighed. "It's bigger than that."

Gus scoffed deridingly. "Bigger than your hair? No way!"

"Gus, I'm serious!" Shawn insisted, tugging nervously at his cufflinks. "I did something really bad!"

Gus stared at his friend. He'd noticed Shawn acting odd lately, but odd was sort of normal for him. "You cheated on Juliet!" he hypothesized, mortified.

Shawn quickly shook his head. "Of course not," he denied, seeming more anxious than ever. "It's worse than that. I... Well, I lied to her."

"What about?" Gus questioned.

Shawn rubbed his hands over his temples. His eyes were shut tight, and he looked very much like he was about to cry. "Jules doesn't know I'm not psychic."

"Very funny Shawn," Gus replied sarcastically. Shawn had nearly scared him to death, and all for a, frankly sub-par joke. It was a joke wasn't it? It had to be. The more Gus studied Shawn, the less sure he became.

"How is the possibility of me being left at the altar because I'm a coward funny?" Shawn demanded, the panic in his voice evident.

"You really didn't' tell her?" Gus asked angrily. Shawn had done a lot of stupid things in his day, but this had to take the cake. "Not when you started dating? Not when you gave her a key to your place?" He was starting to raise his voice now. "Not when you PROPOSED?"

Shawn shrank back sheepishly. "I- I tried! All those times!" he defended. "Especially before I proposed. I had this whole speech prepared, and everything. But then I saw her. I was already carrying the ring in my pocket, and things just got out of order!" He was rambling now, desperate for an excuse. "I meant to tell her right afterwards, but I couldn't! She'd just said yes, and I was so afraid to do anything that might change her mind."

"So when were you going to tell her?" Gus questioned, having trouble feeling sympathetic given the circumstances. "You're getting married in less than half an hour."

Shawn let out a troubled sigh. "I tell her. Right after the wedding," he decided.

"After the wedding?" Gus repeated disbelieving.

"Yes, after! I can't tell her so soon before, it'll be a train wreck!" Shawn moaned.

"That's your problem," Gus shot back coldly. "You have to tell her you're a phony before she commits the rest of her life to you!"

Shawn clenched his fists in frustration. "I can't!"

Gus shook his head. "That's not acceptable. You have to tell her, or-"

"Or what?" Shawn demanded. The fact that Gus was lecturing him about something that had already caused him so much grief was starting to piss Shawn off. Who was Gus to judge his moral errs? "You'll tell her first?"

"No," Gus said calmly, "but I'll leave."

Shawn snorted. "I'm not going to potentially ruin my future with the woman I love just because you threaten to storm off."

"That's your decision," Gus acknowledged. And without so much as a dirty look, he left.

"Fine!" Shawn called after him, even though the door was shut. "A goat will make a better best man anyway! At least he'll smell better!" The fake psychic was aware of how childish his insult was, but that's how he felt right then, juvenile, like a stupid kid who was in way too deep. Only now it would take more than a plastic shovel to dig him out.

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Juliet was a mess, she realized, glancing at herself in the full length mirror. Her veil was tangled, her eyes were puffy, and she was pretty sure the weird foundation her mother had brought was giving her a rash. But Juliet didn't care; she wasn't about to have another mental breakdown on the happiest day of her life.

"Mister and Misses Juliet O'Hara," she whispered, repeated the words Shawn had spoken so many years ago. Juliet had to admit, she'd thought Shawn's "vision of them married" was just another one of his cheesy attempts at flirtation, but it was more than that. She wondered how long he'd known.

With one last peek at her reflection, Juliet stepped out of the room. She was ready. She could do this. She was...

"Gus?" she called, watching the man rush past her.

The ex-best man stopped, almost reluctantly, and turned to face his friend. "Oh, hey Juliet," he greeted.

Juliet frowned, noticing the odd expression on the man's face. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," Gus lied. "I mean, minor family crisis, I'm be right back."

"Oh. Okay, well I hope everything works out."

Gus nodded curtly. He hoped so too. "Juliet," he began, not sure why he didn't just leave. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Um, sure," she agreed hesitantly.

"I know the bride isn't supposed to see the groom before the wedding. But if you see Shawn, tell him..." Gus paused for a moment, as if trying to figure something out. "Tell him that I told you."

"That you told me what?" Juliet asked, puzzled.

"Just that I told you. Don't tell him what about."

Juliet blinked. That wouldn't be hard considering she had no idea what she'd just been told. "Okay," she consented.

Gus smiled weakly. "Thanks."

"No problem," Juliet replied, puzzled as she watched Gus leave. She knew he was most likely lying about the family emergency as most of his family was at the wedding. But as much as she would love to, Juliet had no time to investigate. She could only hope that everything would work out.

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