Title: Alphabetic Shawn & Gus
By: sintah
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: I apologize for all mistakes. English is not my first language.
Misery: When Gus left for college, it was the worst Shawn had ever felt. He could not believe that the only one stable thing in his life, the person who kept him anchored to reality, had deserted him. And he had gone somewhere Shawn could not follow him.
Naïve: "I told you the sales girl was totally into me."
"Aw, my little chocolate soufflé, don't get your hopes up," Shawn said as he drew pictures on his own arm with a green marker, "I am afraid she is just one of those sweet vapid females who are just as nice to a poodle as they are to a handsome eligible man."
"Oh, yeah?" Gus said smirking triumphantly, "Then why did she just give me her phone number?"
"She gave you her number?" Shawn asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's right here…" Gus picked up his jacket from the chair back, put his hand inside the pocket and frowned. "Where did it go?" He checked the other pocket.
"Are you sure she gave you her number, buddy?" Shawn said in his best psychologist-talking-to-delusional-patient voice as Gus' hand came out empty again.
"Yes!" Gus said frustrated, "I don't know why I keep losing phone numbers…"
Shawn placidly watched Gus searching the pockets of his shirt and pants fruitlessly. Gus could be so naïve sometimes.
Order: The bartender of Four Pints smiled at the slim black customer. "What can I get you?"
"Can you give me something that would knock some sense into a crazy drunk guy?"
Randy, the bartender, grinned. "For your buddy over there?" He said, gesturing at a young man dancing on his chair and very loudly (and terribly) singing The Unknown Stuntman. "Don't worry; I'll make you a drink that would make him wanna throw up all the booze he had drunk in the last ten years!"
Gus smiled wearily, "Now that could fill the grand canyon!"
Pathetic: "Thanks for the invite, Mr. S." Gus said, "I would love to hear all about your last fishing trip."
"You're welcome, Gus. Come around at eight. I'll be making Italian." Henry smiled a little as he put the phone down. Even though Shawn had sworn he would not come to another dinner to endure his father's long lectures and even longer fishing tales, Henry knew if Gus came, then his son would come trailing along too. Shawn was quite pathetic like that.
Quotation: "Just look at the stars, Shawn." Gus dreamily said, "We don't stop and appreciate the simple beauties anymore…" They were lying supine on a deserted beach, a six pack of beer on the sand between them. Dina, the schoolteacher Gus had been dating for the last two months, had dumped him a few hours ago.
"I have realized that what's supposed to happen will happen." Gus said again, "No use trying to force anything. What's that quotation…?"
"May the force be with you?" Shawn said yawning.
Gus glared at him. "No. If you love something,let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."
Shawn grinned in the moonlight. "Yeah…that's why you can never get rid of me. I always claw back in, even when you kick me out."
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Dear truthsetfree , you have your PM blocked. Thanks so much for pointing out my typos. Appreciate you taking the time. And its nice to see a non Shus shipper taking an interest.