Title: Alphabetic Shawn & Gus
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.
Red-handed: "Shawn, you are not supposed to have a smoothie in your hand when riding a roller-coaster!" Gus seethed.
"I am so sorry, dude, but I couldn't leave my pineapple smoothie unguarded, someone might have stolen it!" Shawn exclaimed, "Here, I got some tissues, I will wipe it…"
"Shawn?"
"Yeah?"
"You spilled the smoothie on my shirt."
"I know, I am…"
"Then why do you have your hand on my ass?"
Scene: "I can see it!" Shawn said with a groan, and grasped his own hair; Gus sighed as he looked on. "Your mother died a year ago… you weren't there…how you wish you got to say goodbye to her!"
"Yes," gasped the candy stall owner, her eyes brimming with tears, "I wish I could talk to her just one last time!"
"She wants to tell you…" Shawn sank to the ground, holding his head with both hands; all the people around were staring. "She wants you to know that she loves you, and you weren't a disappointment to her…"
As the candy lady thanked Shawn tearfully and told them they must not think of paying for the candy, it was her pleasure, Gus wondered why Shawn had to cause a scene every time they came to the fair.
Taboo: As Shawn weaved his way through the stalls of the Mexican food fair, the smell of mouth-watering dishes took him back to a night six years ago. That night, the smell of detergent coming from Gus' purple shirt, the noise and scent of the streets of Guadalajara, and a hell lot of alcohol was mixed with his memories of what happened in their hotel room in the small hours. He and Gus had never ever spoken of that night; it was a taboo subject between them.
Unwanted: A lot of times, little Shawn could not help thinking that his parents had never actually wanted him. He did not factor in their equation of life. He was like one of those stray dogs, that was just there, irrelevant and unnecessary to the world. Suddenly he felt a thump on his shoulder.
"Why are you just standing there, Shawn?" Gus, eyes bright, clothes neat and starched, He-man backpack in place, grinned at him, "Come on, I will race you to school!"
Shawn smiled to himself as they sprinted along the street; maybe he was not unwanted to the whole world.
A/N: Thank you, islashlove, for your suggestion for the letter S - Scene.