A/N: It's been awhile since my last update, school has been crazy! Thanks for bearing with me! Just so you know, I've got a few ideas up my sleeve about this story. It's going to get pretty dramatic down the line.

And if there are typos here, I apologize for missing them. Enjoy :)


Chapter Seven: Carefree-1point / Logic-0points

All the confidence Juliet possessed earlier was now long gone after she spotted their transportation: Shawn's motorcycle. She had nothing against motorcycles. On the contrary, she secretly loved them. She'd ridden her dad's when she was nine. But, after a frightening fall, her mother planted the fear of motorcycles in Juliet's head. As a result, she carried this fear throughout most of her life. That is, until she saw Shawn Spencer cruising around in one. Her love for motorcycles was ignited. So dangerous and exciting. So sleek and suave. So smooth and debonair. And Shawn's bike wasn't half bad either. Juliet's main beef with the bike tonight, was that her hair was finally perfect, and she knew what with just one gust of wind, it would be all over. Her grotesque puffed up hair might freak Shawn out enough that he'd run away from her right then and there. Now why am I worried about Shawn dumping me? There's nothing to dump!

Seeing Juliet's worried expression towards his motorcycle, Shawn's confidence waned. Man, it'd be great if I could afford a nice car. Maybe then Jules might be more impressed when we go out again. Oh, yes. He though 'again' and they hadn't technically gone out once! Attention back on his motorcycle, Shawn, once again, covers his insecurities with humor, "Jules, staring at my motorcycle won't turn it into a Ferrari. Or, were you expecting a hummer?"

An amused Juliet's gaze finally because unglued from the bike and moves towards Shawn, "Shawn-"

"Or, maybe you wanted a limo with Robin Leach in the back, offering us the finest champagne as we celebrate the lives of the rich and plastic?"

Juliet was fully laughing now. All of her worries about Chia-Pet hair was out the window. Man, how does he do that to me? "Shawn! It's ok! Your motorcycle is just fine." Her laughter subsides, as seriousness takes control.

The intensity of the silence was so thick that neither of them felt that could fully breathe.

Her eyes. Shawn thought as he gazed into them, She's not laughing, but they're filled with amusement. If only… No. Recreating that moment a few nights ago is impossible. I don't want to recreate it. I only want to add to it. I need to kiss-

"Shawn." Juliet's soft voice interrupted Shawn's thought, "We'd better go." She offers him a small smile and heads towards his motorcycle. Good thing she decided on wearing the jeans instead that skirt, or Shawn would have clearly seen her knees wobbling as she walked away.


The ride to who-knows-where (Shawn wouldn't tell her) was surprisingly blissful for Juliet. The moon was out and it was cool outside with a light breeze. To make things better, she was holding Shawn in her arms. Ok, so she was holding onto Shawn for dear life since he was a fast driver, but she was basking in the moment. Be careful, O' Hara. You're falling for Shawn. You promised you wouldn't fall for another coworker. Don't let that happen again.

Juliet's smile broke through the wind as they flew down the road. She felt so free. But, curiosity replaced her carefree attitude as they passed various restaurants and other typical 'date-like' location. But then again, Shawn was anything but typical. Soon, they approached the local park. The park? Our date is at a park? Ooh, maybe it's a picnic! Everything is perfect for one. The sun is setting, and the weather is cool. Not a bad idea. However, Juliet frowned and became weary as Shawn strode through the park towards the playground. Oh no. Please no. As the motorcycle came to a halt, Juliet was in disbelief, "Shawn?"

Kicking the stand of the bike down, Shawn leaned over his shoulder, "Yes, my pet?"

She cleared her throat, as her expectations cleared as well, "Tell me…our date isn't here….at a park."

Carefully getting of his bike, and helping Juliet do the same, Shawn chuckled, "Jules, I think it's great you're acknowledging that this is actually a date."

Juliet shook her head quickly, but this action slowly morphed in a nod, "Fine, Shawn. It's a date. But I was thinking it'd be…" She looked at her surroundings: monkey bars, swings, a seesaw, slides, a multicolored merry-go-round, a red overhead ladder, and a small sandbox, "…not here." Disappointment filled her eyes.

Oh, crap. This isn't going like I thought, "C'mon Jules," Shawn gently rubbed her arm, trying to reassure her, "Just give me a chance, then we'll never have to do this again if you don't want to." Shawn's insecurities began to rise up again like a plague, threatening to consume him. This was not working out. How could he fix this? Shawn could have sworn he saw tears well in Juliet's eyes. She was really looking forward to this, and you let her down, you screw up. He sighed, "Just one chance, please." Oh, great! Now I'm begging. Time to turn on the charm, "And, if all else fails, you can declare to the entire police department something completely ludicrous about me."

Juliet frowned and nodded cautiously, "And, that would prove what exactly, Shawn?"

Shawn widened his hazel eyes and looked up, "That you were right, and I was wrong. That I'm a terribly immature, womanizing, commitaphobic, childlike-man who has the attention span of a cheeseburger with no hopes of changing." Looking back down at her with insecure eyes, he shot her a slight grin, "I'll even back you up."

Juliet silently gulped as guilt filled her conscious, "Shawn, I would never-"

"I'm a psychic. I know said that to you mom about me." Shawn's face was unreadable. In reality, he walked in on Juliet's phone conversation a couple of weeks ago. It truly stung him. Very few things actually had an affect on him, and this was one that did.

Juliet was unclear how to respond. Feeling ashamed of her previous actions herself, she stuttered."Oh, Sh-Shawn, look I-I did say those things, but I was just having a…bad day. I know that was no excuse but-"

Now, Shawn was laughing, "Jules! Calm down. Trust me, I've been hurled bigger insults than that. In fact, your 'insult' was actually kind of sweet.

Eyes suddenly widening, Juliet gasped, "Shawn, must you have psychic vision of private conversations? Please, don't do that again!" She playfully hit his arm.

Shawn shielded himself from the light blows and smirked, "Hey, my visions are like annoying neighbors. You don't ask them to come over, they just do!"

There was something about the way Shawn smiled at her. Something about the way it made Juliet feel. If she weren't careful, she might let her guard down and actually consider Shawn. But, aren't I already considering Shawn? She fought with herself.

Interrupting her train of thought, Shawn reached into a brown tote bag that was hooked onto his motorcycle, and pulled out a black blindfold covered in lace. Grinning at Juliet mischievously, Shawn winked flirtatiously, "Ready to have some fun."

Catching her off guard, Juliet blushed, but attempted to hide her embarrassment with a scoff and a roll of her eyes, "Shawn, I have no idea what you're getting at, but you have twenty minutes. Otherwise, I think I would like to go home."

He shrugged, "Fair enough."

Juliet simply glared at him as if to challenge him. Intense focus, O'Hara. Stare him down, he'll back down. However, the other side of her brain was working against her logical side. Do you really want him to back down? Juliet, I know you're a independent woman, but doesn't it feel great to be pursued? Carefree Juliet-1 point. Logical Juliet-0. No, O'Hara, you will not be hunted like some animal! Don't let Shawn get any closer, and let him think he can have you whenever he wants! Carefree Juliet-1 point. Logical Juliet-1. Great. A tie. She had enough. Juliet was sick and tired of guarding her heart. What happened to her in the past is where it should be—in the past. Time to move on. I have to follow my heart. Not my head.

While Juliet was having a war in her head, Shawn too was fighting a battle. Her eyes…she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can't put my finger on what it is about her that's so intoxicating. I feel like I need her…Whoa, where'd those thoughts come from? I don't NEED a woman. I WANT them. I'm certainly not the type of guy to fall in love with my polar opposite. 'Fall in love?' Ok, now where'd THAT come from? Get a grip, Shawn, and play it cool.


A/N: This isn't my favorite chapter to be honest. I spent the least time on it, so be merciful in the reviews! Hehe But anyway, Shawn is probably a little OOC, I don't know. If so, I'm sorry about that :D I'll do better next time!

Next chapter (when I get around to it) "You Can't Touch This"