Ah, again I'm doing this at school so don't be too mad about grammar errors. This is a simple story, a collection of drabbles. It's like a chopped up one shot, in chapters, about Shassie fluff. So… I hope you like them.
*Shawn twiddled his thumbs absently, shaking his head at Lassiter while he filled out his case reports. "What?" snapped the detective, frustration pooling in the depths of his swimming-pool eyes. "Why are you doing those today?" whined Shawn, standing up and making a grab for Lassiter's pen. He pulled it out of the way, though, Spencer's hand instead grasping his box of cereal. This was, of course, an acceptable outcome, so he lifted the box and dug into it with his other hand. While shoving handfuls of it into his mouth, he tried to explain his thoughts to Lassiter in a calm, civilized way.
"We never spend time together anymore. Why do you not like to hang out with me, Lassie-face?" Lassiter sighed, setting down his pen and looking down at his paper. He ran a hand through his hair, and then looked up at Shawn again.
"Go pay with Guster, Spencer. I don't have time for your complaints."
"But Lassie-pants, you have all weekend! Spend a Friday night with me for a change!" Lassiter got up and picked up his first finished report, straightening the papers and shoving them in the folder. Shawn smiled, throwing his empty box of cereal in the trash and opening his arms for a hug. Carlton bypassed him easily, pulling out his cell phone and speed-dialing Gus.
"Guster," he said wearily. "Come pick up this brat please."
"Is he really that annoying?" Shawn heard faintly through the silence in the room. Gus sounded amused, but all the same it brought a childish pout to the fake psychic's face. "Yes. You know him best. Should I bring him?"
"Sure, I didn't have anything planned," answered Gus, and Carlton hung up.
"Get your coat," he snapped, all but pushing Spencer backward out the door. Shawn leaned up into Lassiter's hand, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips that were now smiling softly. "The car, Shawn," he said, a little gentler this time.
Shawn climbed in the car through the open window, making Lassiter roll his eyes at Shawn's childishness. He got in and started the car, pulling out of his driveway and almost speeding to Gus's house. Shawn was trying to talk him out of it, but Lassiter refused to be swayed.
"Like you said, Spencer, we have all weekend. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning when I finish these reports." Shawn crossed his arms over his chest, staring out the windshield with his bottom lip pushed out adorably. Lassiter resisted the urge to kiss him, as it would probably cause an accident, so he instead lifted his arm and draped it across Shawn's shoulders. Shawn grinned, lifting his right hand to intertwine his finger's with Lassiter's the rest of the way to Gus's place.
There will be a chapter two soon, I will probably do it at school again. Or, I have spring break, so I'll have lots of time. It seems short now, but I have big ideas for this story!