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g0shawkTitle: The Thanksgiving Bet (5/7)
Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
11:02 a.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Shawn looked at the recipe in his hand, and then at the pineapple in his other hand. Uh…now what? He picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Hey Gus! Quick! Tell me how to make a pineapple upside-down cake!”
The voice on the other end of the line sounded slightly irritated. “I’m at work Shawn. What are you talking about?”
“You’re at work? Dude, it’s Thanksgiving!”
“Yes, I think we’ve covered that already.”
“Ha ha…now come over here and help me with this.”
“I need to work today to make up for all the time I’ve had to miss.”
“What? Why have you been missing time, Gus? That’s not very responsible of you!” Shawn bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. I love provoking him.
“Shawn! You know why!”
The fake-psychic made his voice sound puzzled. “Nah, man, I don’t. How would I know?”
There was no answer.
“Gus? Gus?” He’s probably trying to think of a good comeback. “Gu---us? I know you’re still there. Come on, I need you! Pleeeeease?” Shawn was starting to get worried, but his friend’s voice finally answered back.
“Fine, Shawn. Whatever. I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”
The phone clicked. Shawn stared at it for a moment, and then shrugged, setting it down.
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11:15 a.m.
“Gus! You’re here!” Shawn bounced over to greet his friend at the door.
Looking slightly peeved, Gus questioned Shawn. “Okay, what’s going on? Why do you need to make a cake? And how do you have so much energy? Did you fake that accident yesterday?”
Ignoring half of what Gus said, Shawn spoke quickly:
“Well…whenIgottothestationItalkedtoJulesandshesaidshethoughtLassywouldbethereforThanksgivingbecausethestationhasapotluckdinnereveryyearandItoldhereverythingandshe’sgoingtohelpmeget - whew! - LassysoIneedtomakesomethingtobringtothepotlucksoIhaveareasontobethere!” Shawn gasped for breath, and then sashayed back into the kitchen, singing “Pineapples, pineapples, pineapples!”
Gus followed, sighing. “You know you babble when you’re nervous?”
“Ha! That’s what Jules said, too!”
“Jules?”
“Yeah, didn’t you hear anything I just said?”
“Hearing isn’t necessarily understanding, Shawn.”
“Alright. When…I…got…to…the…station…I…”
“Shawn!” Gus started to turn purple. “Just TELL me already!”
“Okay, okay, sheesh! Some people are so picky!”
Once they were caught up, the two friends proceeded to make the cake. Or rather, Gus made the cake while Shawn watched over his shoulder and got in his way as much as possible.
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12:04 p.m.
Shawn sat in his comfiest chair, playing video games and pouting. Just because I’m not good at cooking! Pshh. It’s not like I MEANT to spill the eggs on Gus’s head!
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12:35 p.m.
Bzzzzzzt! The buzzer rang, signaling that the cake was done. Shawn jumped up to get it.
“NO Shawn!” Gus glared at him menacingly. “Back away from the kitchen!”
Grumpily, he sat down again, muttering, “Dude, get over it. At least you don’t have hair. It’s not like it did any damage.”
“I heard that!”
Ignoring the retort, Shawn returned his attention to the game he was playing.
Minutes later, Gus flopped down in the chair next to Shawn’s, seeming quite happy since the cake was finished and in the fridge, hidden from Shawn’s sight.
Gus had joined him in front of the TV, and they had been competing playfully for a while, when Shawn realized he had just won five games in a row. “Uh…Gus?” He looked at his friend carefully. “Are you okay? You seem a little…I don’t know…quiet…or…um…something.”
Staring back at Shawn, Gus asked, baffled, “Did you really go to college?”
Shawn raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind, Shawn.” Gus rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”
Did I miss something? I feel like I was just insulted… “Are you making fun of the way I talk?”
“Never.” His friend replied convincingly, but not enough to fool him.
“You are aren’t you? I can tell because---hey! Nice try! Stop changing the subject! What’s going on?”
Gus’s leg was jiggling uncontrollably, like he was…nervous? Why would Gus be nervous?
“Gus?”
The man threw his hands into the air in defeat. “Look, I’m just wondering how you’re so CALM? I mean, you’re going to go see Lassiter in the station and you have NO idea how he’s going to react to you! For all you know, he could have us thrown out of Santa Barbara! Plus, he’s not gay! He’s going to reject you and you’re going to get hurt! You know I care about you…I’m just worried for you, okay?”
Shawn stared at his best friend, stunned. After a second’s hesitation, he leapt up and gave Gus a hug. “Thanks Gus! I’ll be fine; don’t worry so much! There’s nothing I can do until I get there, so there’s no point in getting nervous yet. Why get upset before anything has even happened? It’s better to have hope than to give up before I’ve even started!”
Gus smiled. “Man, you are such a hopeless optimist!”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“I guess not.”
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2: 45 p.m.
Holding the pineapple upside-down cake to keep it away from Shawn, Gus walked out to the car. “Are you coming?” he asked, turning back to face the apartment.
“Yeah!” Shawn rushed out of the house, shoving something in one of his pockets.
“What’s that?” Gus asked, curious.
“Nothing,” Shawn answered innocently. Getting in the car, he turned on the radio and peered out the window, ignoring Gus’s suspicious look.
“Whatever, Shawn.”
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2:57 p.m.
Gus parked the car and got out, grabbing the cake. He glanced at Shawn, who was looking excited, but slightly pale. “You okay?”
Shawn took a deep breath. “Uh-huh. Let’s go.”
The two friends walked up the stairs and entered the station.
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Author’s notes: The End. LOL just kidding! Don’t kill me! :P So, yeah…I keep adding more chapters, so I’m not even going to pretend to know how many are left this time. This chapter was a filler to lead up to the next one. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen between the previous chapter and the potluck. Hope this works! :)
-g0
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Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
11:02 a.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Shawn looked at the recipe in his hand, and then at the pineapple in his other hand. Uh…now what? He picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Hey Gus! Quick! Tell me how to make a pineapple upside-down cake!”
The voice on the other end of the line sounded slightly irritated. “I’m at work Shawn. What are you talking about?”
“You’re at work? Dude, it’s Thanksgiving!”
“Yes, I think we’ve covered that already.”
“Ha ha…now come over here and help me with this.”
“I need to work today to make up for all the time I’ve had to miss.”
“What? Why have you been missing time, Gus? That’s not very responsible of you!” Shawn bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. I love provoking him.
“Shawn! You know why!”
The fake-psychic made his voice sound puzzled. “Nah, man, I don’t. How would I know?”
There was no answer.
“Gus? Gus?” He’s probably trying to think of a good comeback. “Gu---us? I know you’re still there. Come on, I need you! Pleeeeease?” Shawn was starting to get worried, but his friend’s voice finally answered back.
“Fine, Shawn. Whatever. I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”
The phone clicked. Shawn stared at it for a moment, and then shrugged, setting it down.
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11:15 a.m.
“Gus! You’re here!” Shawn bounced over to greet his friend at the door.
Looking slightly peeved, Gus questioned Shawn. “Okay, what’s going on? Why do you need to make a cake? And how do you have so much energy? Did you fake that accident yesterday?”
Ignoring half of what Gus said, Shawn spoke quickly:
“Well…whenIgottothestationItalkedtoJulesandshesaidshethoughtLassywouldbethereforThanksgivingbecausethestationhasapotluckdinnereveryyearandItoldhereverythingandshe’sgoingtohelpmeget - whew! - LassysoIneedtomakesomethingtobringtothepotlucksoIhaveareasontobethere!” Shawn gasped for breath, and then sashayed back into the kitchen, singing “Pineapples, pineapples, pineapples!”
Gus followed, sighing. “You know you babble when you’re nervous?”
“Ha! That’s what Jules said, too!”
“Jules?”
“Yeah, didn’t you hear anything I just said?”
“Hearing isn’t necessarily understanding, Shawn.”
“Alright. When…I…got…to…the…station…I…”
“Shawn!” Gus started to turn purple. “Just TELL me already!”
“Okay, okay, sheesh! Some people are so picky!”
Once they were caught up, the two friends proceeded to make the cake. Or rather, Gus made the cake while Shawn watched over his shoulder and got in his way as much as possible.
---------------
12:04 p.m.
Shawn sat in his comfiest chair, playing video games and pouting. Just because I’m not good at cooking! Pshh. It’s not like I MEANT to spill the eggs on Gus’s head!
---------------
12:35 p.m.
Bzzzzzzt! The buzzer rang, signaling that the cake was done. Shawn jumped up to get it.
“NO Shawn!” Gus glared at him menacingly. “Back away from the kitchen!”
Grumpily, he sat down again, muttering, “Dude, get over it. At least you don’t have hair. It’s not like it did any damage.”
“I heard that!”
Ignoring the retort, Shawn returned his attention to the game he was playing.
Minutes later, Gus flopped down in the chair next to Shawn’s, seeming quite happy since the cake was finished and in the fridge, hidden from Shawn’s sight.
Gus had joined him in front of the TV, and they had been competing playfully for a while, when Shawn realized he had just won five games in a row. “Uh…Gus?” He looked at his friend carefully. “Are you okay? You seem a little…I don’t know…quiet…or…um…something.”
Staring back at Shawn, Gus asked, baffled, “Did you really go to college?”
Shawn raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind, Shawn.” Gus rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”
Did I miss something? I feel like I was just insulted… “Are you making fun of the way I talk?”
“Never.” His friend replied convincingly, but not enough to fool him.
“You are aren’t you? I can tell because---hey! Nice try! Stop changing the subject! What’s going on?”
Gus’s leg was jiggling uncontrollably, like he was…nervous? Why would Gus be nervous?
“Gus?”
The man threw his hands into the air in defeat. “Look, I’m just wondering how you’re so CALM? I mean, you’re going to go see Lassiter in the station and you have NO idea how he’s going to react to you! For all you know, he could have us thrown out of Santa Barbara! Plus, he’s not gay! He’s going to reject you and you’re going to get hurt! You know I care about you…I’m just worried for you, okay?”
Shawn stared at his best friend, stunned. After a second’s hesitation, he leapt up and gave Gus a hug. “Thanks Gus! I’ll be fine; don’t worry so much! There’s nothing I can do until I get there, so there’s no point in getting nervous yet. Why get upset before anything has even happened? It’s better to have hope than to give up before I’ve even started!”
Gus smiled. “Man, you are such a hopeless optimist!”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“I guess not.”
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2: 45 p.m.
Holding the pineapple upside-down cake to keep it away from Shawn, Gus walked out to the car. “Are you coming?” he asked, turning back to face the apartment.
“Yeah!” Shawn rushed out of the house, shoving something in one of his pockets.
“What’s that?” Gus asked, curious.
“Nothing,” Shawn answered innocently. Getting in the car, he turned on the radio and peered out the window, ignoring Gus’s suspicious look.
“Whatever, Shawn.”
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2:57 p.m.
Gus parked the car and got out, grabbing the cake. He glanced at Shawn, who was looking excited, but slightly pale. “You okay?”
Shawn took a deep breath. “Uh-huh. Let’s go.”
The two friends walked up the stairs and entered the station.
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Author’s notes: The End. LOL just kidding! Don’t kill me! :P So, yeah…I keep adding more chapters, so I’m not even going to pretend to know how many are left this time. This chapter was a filler to lead up to the next one. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen between the previous chapter and the potluck. Hope this works! :)
-g0
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