Title: Alphabetic Shawn & Gus
By: sintah
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
Inhuman: "Oh come on, Gus, you can't kick me out of the car on the highway! How would I ever get back? It's just inhuman!"
"No, it's not. Do you know what is inhuman? You dripping mayonnaise on my car seat again! After I told you not to eat that sandwich here."
"But I was hungry…."
"Out!"
Shawn clambered out and stood at the side of the road, watching the blue car go.
"One, two, three, four…" he began to count. At the count of seven, the car stopped, then began to back up. When the car drew level with him, Gus grumbled "Get in." without looking at Shawn. Shawn grinned and opening the door, climbed back inside.
Jelly: "Of course pineapple jelly is great, Shawn, but this guava jelly is pretty awesome too. Just give it a chance."
"Sure," said Shawn, and wiped off some jelly from the corner of Gus' lips and popped the finger in his own mouth. "Yeah, it's… delicious!"
Kiss: As Gus kissed his date Chelsea under the mistletoe, he wondered why none of the kisses ever felt right. He had kissed so many women over the years, but none of them measured up to the kiss his best friend had given him when they were thirteen.
Lax: "Damn!" said Gus, after opening his fridge. All his high in protein, good quality bread sandwiches were gone. He had been lax in his vigilance this weekend. Shawn had distracted him with his plans of acquiring plutonium fuel for that damn risky motorcycle of his.