Hey there everyone! My name is Rune Selvyksi, but just call me Rune please! I'm a new Fanfic Author writing a new fanfic story! I have experience in writing, but not enough to really call myself a pro! I'm more of a Lv. 50 Arthur! Experienced, but not godly. Also, i'm struggling from writer's block, so sorry about the subpar writing!

Anyways, this is a Psych story! Yaoi in later chapters! If you don't like, then go home! Rated M for future chapters!

NOW LET THE HUNT BEGIN! XD

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It was just another night at Psych H.Q. Rappers littered the floor, tv was blaring, and a proclaimed psychic was curled up on the couch with a pillow hugged to his chest. Darkened hazel eyes stared at the LCD screen, but he wasn't watching the movie that he had put in. No, he was rewatching the moment his heart shattered into pieces. It had happened about a week ago.

Flashback

Juliet slowly released my lips and backed away. She was shocked and bewildered about what she had just done, and so was I. Just when I had finally accepted her relationship with that rich, pompous, surprisingly good-looking but not as good as me, buttlicker.

We stood there staring at each other in the middle of her boyfriend's foyer. I could tell that she wanted to say something, but she kept hesitating. Did she want to confess to me? Does she share the same feelings as me? Could it be possible that she loves me?

'NO! Don't give yourself false hope. She kissed you, yes, but she hasn't said that she loves you. She hasn't said that she'll leave Declan for you. She hasn't confirmed or deny anything yet. So don't start feeling hopeful, at least not yet.' But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't help the small desperate plead that she would love and choose him.

"Sh-shawn…I…"

"Hey buddy!" Came the interruption. "Buddy?"

Still in a bit of a shock, I numbly turned towards the sound of Declan's voice as he and Gus entered the room. I took a step back as Declan started to talk to Juliet about buying a hotel for them. They hugged and I could see the look of uncertainty in her blue eyes. I suddenly got this overwhelming feeling to push them apart, to hug her and tell her that I love her and can't live without her. To never let her go no matter how much she or anyone else protests.

'No! That wouldn't be fair to Juliet. I can't put a chain on her. I can't bound her for the sake of my selfish love. It's up to her to decide, and whatever she chooses, I must honor and respect it. That's what you should do for those that you love. Love, respect, and support.' With that I plastered on a small smile.

"Well, Goodluck with that man. If Gus and I ever make out that way, we'll…uh…look forwards towards stealing some towels." I said as I signaled Gus that we were leaving.

"I'll have them monogramed." Declan replied with a nod as he watched us start to leave.

I gave myself one last glance at the couple. Declan had kissed Juliet's cheek, getting her attention. She smiled at him, and he gave her an even bigger smile before leaving the foyer. Those same uncertain blues met my hazel eyes that was surely full of longing. Longing to be the one to kiss her on the cheek and make her smile. Another plead was felt. This one was bigger and more desperate than before, but I squashed it and closed the beautifully carved door to the equally beautiful mansion.

A few days later, after the whole entire situation with Despereaux, Juliet laid down the bomb that exploded my heart into tiny shards of depression.

"I'm sorry Shawn, but we can't be together. I-I know that I kissed you…a-and I know that I kind of led you on, but I can't be with you. Despite all of his faults and ego, he tries very hard to make me happy every minute and every second that I'm with him. Sure, he thinks that money can fix everything, but he's starting to realize that that's not exactly the case. Just a few days ago, we sat in a park with some hotdogs and spoke about our past relationships and childhood fears." She smiled sweetly at the memory before noticing my downcast eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…I-I knew how you felt about me…when I kissed you."

My eyes snapped to meet hers. "W-what? How…"

"The time when we had arrested the spy in the park. You still had your mic on, and I was still inside of the van." She admitted guiltily.

I gave a defeated sigh. She knew, and despite knowing, she still chose him. My blood was suddenly boiling, and I started to have images of that damn thief's body soaking in a red puddle or floating lifelessly in his ginormous pool.

'No. I can't get mad at Declan. I had my chance, and I didn't take it. I always thought that there would be more time. That she would wait, but that was a foolish and selfish way of thinking. Besides, a thief? What did he steal? Juliet was never mine to begin with…and now…she never will be.' I swallowed my anger, my sadness, and my regrets. 'Love, respect, and support. That's what you should do for the ones that you love.' I reminded myself as I plastered on a smile. A smile that showed acceptance, optimism, and friendship. I made my eyes show nothing but a friendly amount of love and respect.

"I understand. You love you him. He's the one that makes you happy every time you see him, right."

"Yeah." She answered with a warm smile that seemed to make her lovely blue eyes shimmer.

A pang of jealousy stabbed my already broken heart with a jagged knife, but I buried it with the rest of the pieces. "That good then. So long as you're happy with the relationship that you're in, that's all that matters."

Juliet nodded. "Hey, Shawn. I know that I have no right asking you this, but I don't want to loose the companionship that we already have. So…um…can we still…be friends?" She asked hesitantly.

I stared at her. She was serious. She wanted to stay as friends…but…do I want that? Well, of course I do, but…can I handle it? Can I handle seeing the love of my life with someone other than me every day? Can I handle being by her side knowing that we're just not meant to be?

'What difference does that make? We both work for the SBPD, we'll have to see each other regardless. Wouldn't it be better to see each other as friends, than as awkward coworkers who avoid each other as much as possible? What other options are there?'

…I can quit Psych…

I mentally slapped myself for the thought and offered my hand to Juliet. "I can't promise that it won't be awkward for a while, but I would love to keep our weirdly awesome friendship."

Juliet gave me a relieved smile and took my hand. "As long as we can stay as friends, that's fine by me."

With one last grateful smile and a 'see you later', she walked away. I gave her a small wave. "Goodbye, Juliet." I whispered as the first teardrop of many rolled down my cheek and past my quivering lips that still held the plastered smile.

Flashback Ends…

And here he was a week later. He had put both Gus and himself on vacation for a few weeks, and he's been sitting around, crying ever since.