National S'mores Day

Disclaimer: Don't own, never have, and probably never will, which is quite depressing.

A/N: Wow. I cannot believe this is my 10th chapter. And 25 reviews? Wow, you guys are awesome, especially iLoveRomance2O1O and Jileylvr12 for reviewing EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER so far! And iLoveRomance2O1O, you are even more amazing for reviewing not just my story, but Jileylvr12's as well! Thanks a billion and five to both of you, and the rest of my great readers/reviewers for being so awesomely nice. So this chapter is a non-established relationship, fluffy, happy Shules, just because they're awesome! My next one is going to be a Lassie one, cause I've got an idea in my head for one. So hope you like this one, and if you do, read and review, please! Oh, and I'm sorry that this took longer than expected, my mom chose this time to ship me off to my dad's place. Enjoy!

"Shawn, what are you doing?" A sleepy Juliet O'Hara asked her friend and always hyper, mostly amusing, sometimes difficult co-worker, Shawn Spencer.

Shawn glanced down at her, having dragged her out of her bed at midnight sharp, she was dressed in a tank top and comfy sweats, her hair a bit tangled. And she had never looked more beautiful to him. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he replied, "Why, Jules, wouldn't that ruin the surprise? We don't want that, now do we?"

She leaned back against his strong chest, too tired to argue with him. "Fine, as long as we're back in time for work." she made him promise.

He sighed mockingly. "Fine." he grumbled, and she laughed.

"Fine, then lead away!" she replied.

15 minutes later…

"Here we are!" He said happily, removing his hands from her eyes. She opened them groggily, having had fallen asleep on the way there.

"Where is here?" She asked him.

"Greenwood Park Site. You mentioned to me a year or so ago that when you were little, you always wanted to go camping, but you only went a few times cause you're dad was usually too busy. So, Jules…" he checked the time: 12:17. "We have 6 hours, 43 minutes, and 53 seconds to do just that." he answered, beaming.

She looked at him in slight shock. "You remembered that? I barely even remember saying that!" she told him.

He smiled. "Psychic, remember? So come on, lets get some sticks for a fire, so we can enjoy some chocolate goodness!"

His energy was contagious, and Juliet soon found herself gathering sticks for the campfire, listening to Shawn tell stories about when his dad would take he and Gus camping as kids, some sort of "survival training", and several stories about rabid wild animals, some of which she had a sneaky suspicion he just exsagerated a bit on. Finally, after a few minutes that passed quickly due to Shawn's interesting stories, it was time to make s'mores!

"Come on over, Jules, and help me enjoy this chocolately goodness, marshmellowy madness, and graham cracker sweetness!" he exclaimed happily.

She laughed. "Sure, Shawn."

5 hours and 45 minutes later…

Juliet had very possibly laughed more and shared more in the past hour than in the past 9 years of her life. Shawn continued to tell her stories about him and Gus, his disfunctional family, and the times he went camping. Juliet told him about her dad taking her fishing, her brothers, and her mom not wanting her to be a detective. She was so intrigued, in fact, that she hadn't even noticed that the sun was starting to rise until she turned her head about 90 degrees to the right. "Hey, look Shawn." She commented, smiling. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Shawn looked at the sunrise, than at Juliet. "Yeah. But I've seen prettier things." he smiled and took her hand in his.