A/N: Hey guys! I am so excited for Psych coming back I can barely HANDLE IT! :D This is a little chapter that kind of went in a different direction than I expected :) I tried my hand and Gus-Shawn banter, and honestly, I'm not a huge fan of it...but it could have been worse!

My goal is to update each of my stories in the next few days, because I get a four day weekend off of school! So, between not doing my bucketload of homework and sleep, I thought I might be able to write!

By the way, thanks for all you've done, you guys! You are truly amazing!

Enjoy (And side note- see if you can get the HP reference, even though it's a little obvious).

Disclaimer- Don't we all know that none of us owns Psych? Including me. OBVIOUSLY.

Rating: K

Punctilious

Strictly attentive to the details of form in action or conduct; precise; exact in the smallest particulars.

Gus rolled his eyes, watching the man in front of him. "Shawn, it's fine. You're freaking out over nothing."

Shawn was currently on his knees, trying to align the candles perfectly. He turned with a slightly manic gleam in his eyes. "No! Dude, it has to be perfect!"

He had spent half the day making the Psych office presentable. This involved sweeping the floor, dusting in places he didn't know existed, and cleaning off his messy desk.

Gus had spent the afternoon exasperated, watching Shawn scramble around the office, cleaning the room for the first time in the six years they had occupied it.

"It's fine, Shawn," Gus repeated. "I'm sure she'll-"

Gus was in the middle of his sentence when the sound of a doorknob turning interrupted him.

Shawn immediately sprang up, pushing Gus in the direction opposite the door. "Hurry, Gus, she'll see you!" he hissed. And he continued walking, forcing Gus to move.

"So where am I supposed to go, Shawn? I am not going out the window!" Gus whispered in return, as Shawn had pushed him to stand in front of the windows.

"Why not?"

"It doesn't even open, Shawn!"

"What? Since when?"

"Since forever!"

"What about when Nadia pointed her gun out of it? Or when we were doing that séance-"

"The glass broke both those times, Shawn! The window does not open!"

"I just think that I would've noticed-"

"Guys?"

The familiar voice stopped them, Shawn and Gus now frozen in the middle of a squabble.

Both turned to face Juliet, who was now standing in front of them, looking amused, and slightly confused. "What's going on?"

Gus was the first to move. Shooting another exasperated look at his best friend, he walked out, patting Juliet's shoulder on his way, muttering, "Have fun, Juliet.."

She looked at Shawn, smiling now. "What's going on?"

Juliet was met with a smile from Shawn now, and he merely shook his head, so she turned her attention to the setup in the middle of the room. There was a table there now, laden with food and the two candles Shawn had been trying to fix.

"Wow, Shawn...you did all this?"

Shawn chuckled. "Always the tone of surprise, eh Jules?"

Juliet laughed too, then tried to explain. "It's so fancy!"

And then, to Juliet's surprise, Shawn smiled as well. "Maybe not so much." And, winking, he grabbed her wrist, and led her to the trash can, which was filled with empty containers of Chinese takeout. "But it's the thought that counts, right?"

And both of them smiling, Shawn leaned in to kiss his girlfriend.