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Hey everybody, I'm back. And my real story for Psych should be put up by the end of next week, so keep an eye out for it. Oh, and I would just like to say that I am a little put off by the newer episodes, even though last Friday's episode did have some Shules flirting action, I kinda feel like they're pretending the "close talking" never happened, and I want Shules! –pouts- But I can't get it on the T.V. so I'll just write about it. Enjoy.
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"Goodnight Juliet."
"Goodnight Buzz." Juliet waved goodbye to her fellow officer as she left the department, her coat over her arm, and, for the first time in two weeks, no paperwork. She was headed home for a nice night of doing absolutely nothing, and she was looking forward to it.
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She'd been at home for the past hour, it was currently six o-clock in the evening and she hadn't done anything but stop by the market and pick up a few things. She was bored. Ridiculously so, and the fact that her television had ninety-nine channels but there was nothing on was just maddeningly unhelpful.
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Eight o'clock and she had done nothing but eat the entire bag of Milano cookies that she had gotten at the market. Ninety-nine channels, two hours, and nothing was on. Again, maddeningly unhelpful.
Maybe she should call someone. But her list of friends in Santa Barbara was kind of short. She hadn't been here very long and the only people that she talked to on a daily basis were Lassiter, her other fellow officers, Shawn and Gus.
Lassiter was out of the question, as far as the pair of them had come in learning to tolerate and understand each other, she still very much doubted that he would appreciate her calling him on his day off because she was bored and had nothing else to do. She couldn't call any of the other officers, sure she talked to them, but she couldn't really see herself hanging out with any of them outside of work, and then there was Gus. She liked Gus, but didn't know him that well.
Leaving Shawn.
Just Shawn.
Shawn, who would gladly come over.
Shawn, who she liked, and would hang out with outside of work, and who would gladly hang out with her.
Jules if you wanted to spend more time with me you didn't have to trump up some case. All you had to do was pick up the phone, give me a call and be like "Shawn, I'm here and I have pudding pops."
She had told him that she would remember that, and she was here, and, in a twist of irony that she was not missing, she did have pudding pops.
She could call him, what would be the big deal? She liked Shawn in a friendly sort of way, and he definitely liked her.
The phone was right there, so were the pudding pops, and so was she. Closing her eyes she grabbed her phone and dialed Shawn's number, which she knew from heart, but she wasn't going to dwell on that right now.
"Shawn? Hey, uh, I'm here, and I have pudding pops."
