A/N: Here's part 2! Sorry for such a long time on my other fics, writer's block is KINDA like hard to deal with. Also, readership/reviewership is down! If you have any comments or suggestions for me, please, please write a review! That's the only way I will know. Even if it is just to say how bad this is, please let me know. It would be disappointing to me to not satisfy my readers if they think something is off. Hope the chronology isn't messing too much with you guys, and see you in the next update of any of my ongoing fics!
~invisalite
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of getting stuck
On back roads at night.
Then…
Their being on that particular hill was actually a mistake that night. Lassiter had meant to drive Shawn somewhere special, but had gotten lost on the back roads. The car had been really hot and stuffy, and so the two had gotten out to admire the scenery.
"Well, right now the sky is a really dark blue like your eyes. And the stars are like whenever your eyes are really bright and you're happy. Which isn't often. But when you are happy, your eyes are even better than the sky."
The older man smiles, blushes, and bends down to kiss his boyfriend.
"That's a lie, Shawn."
Now…
Chief Vick and Henry both had to tell Lassiter to go home to rest. Gus had left a couple hours earlier, and as the clock began the countdown to midnight, the head detective found himself outside of the hospital. Staring up at the blank black sky, he blinked back tears and began to walk towards his car.
That's a lie, Shawn. My eyes aren't as beautiful as the stars are. Never in a million years.