"Sooo?" Shawn asked expectantly, bouncing at the edge of his chair. "What do you think?"

"It was actually really good!" Juliet said back, smiling up at him after taking the last bite of the French toast he had made. It had been 3 days after her first day of chemo, and she was thankful to have most of her appetite back- at least enough to keep most of her meals down.

"Actually?" Shawn said, mock offended.

"Well, considering that as of a month ago, you didn't know how to make anything not in an Easy Bake Oven, I think I am allowed to be surprised that your cooking has been good." Juliet was very impressed with Shawn- he had been trying so hard to take care of her, and though it didn't always work (like when he had attempted to do the laundry for her one afternoon when she had been at work, and had ended up turning everything slightly pink), he was still doing a very good job.

"Shall we adjourn outside, milady?" Shawn asked, carefully taking Juliet's hands and pulling her slowly outside to the back porch. It was a very beautiful morning- sunny, but not too warm, a perfect breeze blowing around them.

"You know something, Jules?" Shawn asked, smiling mysteriously.

"What's that, Mr. Spencer?"

"You are the greatest girlfriend in the entire world, and I would do anything for you- you know that, don't you?"

"Shawn…" Juliet replied softly.

"What did I say to you right before we started going out?"

"Um…"

"I believe it started like 'since I met you…'"

"Shawn!" Juliet exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth with the memory of the chilly day in Vancouver when Shawn had given her a big long speech about how much he loved his motorcycle, but had ended it with 'since I met you, I've been thinking about getting a car.'

"Come on," Shawn said, delicately dragging her to the front yard.

"You really weren't thinking something practical or sensible, were you?" Juliet asked, laughing. Right in front of her, Gus sat on the hood an almost maroon colored version of his own car.

"Juliet," Shawn said, smiling triumphantly, "meet The Cranberry- Cranberry, Juliet!"

"The Cranberry?" Juliet asked.

"I told you I'm not throwing in the towel," Shawn said.

"Clearly," she laughed. "Well, despite the fact that that car might actually be more ridiculous than Gus' car, it is still… nice…" Juliet told him.

"What do you mean?" Shawn asked, mock offended. "Neither of our cars are ridiculous!"

"Right…" Juliet said, smiling.

"Oh! I need to show you something!" Shawn said, grabbing her hand and pulling her around the car. "Close your eyes!" he said.

"Okay…"

"Tada!" Shawn said, pulling his hands away from Juliet's eyes to reveal the trunk, which was full of brown boxes.

"What is it?"

"It's all my stuff!" Shawn said. "Now we can officially move in together!"

"Really?" Juliet asked, not sure whether to be excited or just flat out shocked.

"Yep! I sold the old laundromat and I'm ready to officially share a home with you." Juliet said, smiling up at him as he pulled her into his arms.

"Look at our little man- all growns up making growns up decisions for his woman," Gus said, smiling at Jules.

He really has been growing up, Juliet thought to herself as she, Shawn, and Gus started unloading the boxes into the living room.


"I don't get it," Juliet said to Shawn later that afternoon. They had just finished pulling all the boxes out of The Cranberry and were starting to unload them around the house. "How is it possible for you to have so many 80's records? There are like 50 at you dad's house, and I just found two more boxes full of them!"

"You can never have enough 80's records, Jules!" Shawn said. "Besides, how do you not have at least 50 at your house already?"

"They're all at my mom's house, and most likely near the back of the crawl space." Juliet picked up a box labeled 'bathroom' in Gus's neat handwriting. "I'm going to go put this stuff away- don't get off task."

"What are you talking about?" Shawn asked behind her from his spot on the couch where he had started playing with a box of his old action figures.

How does he have more products than me? Juliet thought to herself when she opened the box. She pulled out 13 bottles of various hair gels and 5 different types of Axe.

Today was so relaxing- like everything was the way it was before… See- I can still be normal and act like nothing is wrong. It was so nice getting to just enjoy the day without having to think about… Juliet thought to no one in particular. I mean, nothing is wrong. I'm fin-

Juliet's thoughts were abruptly cut short and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a thick razor lying in the middle of the box.

"Nausea, vomiting, appetite changes, weight change, hair loss."

Her gaze drifted to her reflection in the mirror, her hand subconsciously making its way to her long blond hair.

"Hair loss."