#161 - How would you like to die? - (muse_playground)

[head_psychic]

1989


"You think you can throw stones at me, Spencer?"

Shawn didn't really have the chance to reply because he wasn't too keen on getting toilet water into his mouth. Besides, the sound of the flushing blocked out everything else. He was pulled up again, roughly, confronted with a very angry Jimmy Nickles whose ugly face was way too close for Shawn's liking. "See what happens when you throw stones at me?"

"Lemme go!" He was scared. And angry. And worst of all, alone.



"The matter, Spencer? Not so courageous today, are we?" Jimmy's face scrunched up with the very mean look of mock only children can throw at each other. "But yesterday Shawny was all scared for little Buurrton, Shawny was all-a-trying to protect the little wimp."

"Gus isn't a wimp!"

Jimmy just laughed and started imitating the asthma attack Gus had suffered from after they had been chased ruthlessly. Shawn remembered how he tried to help his friend with the inhaler and how Gus had been more scared than Shawn had ever seen him before and with an angry outcry he stopped thinking and tackled the other kid. Jimmy, however, had expected this. Another hard shove and Shawn's back met the metal knob of the flushing with a flash of pain. "So how would you like to die, Spencer?"

Despite knowing better he couldn't stop himself, because his answer was witty and insulting and he if he couldn't win or get out of this he would at least piss Jimmy off a little bit. But he never came around to say something, because Jimmy swung and hit him, smacked him right in the face. Light exploded in front of his vision, there was another bunch of hard stuff that connected with his back and more pain.

Jimmy's face closed in once more but Shawn could barely see it because his eye was swelling so rapidly. "How about that: You double up your lunch money for the next month and maybe your wimpy friend's inhaler won't break in a freak accident. Need a minute to think about that?"

And he forced Shawn's head into the toilet once more, so fast Shawn couldn't catch his breath in time and came back up coughing and gasping. "Hope that’s a yes, Spencer."

From afar he heard the sound of the bathroom’s door swinging shut. His eye started throbbing in a rhythm that could have been 'Tainted Love' and he wanted to laugh at that but he felt more like crying so he did neither.



Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 421

Comments

ooc

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

oh hunny! ::hugs and cries for shawn::

I think we need to do somthing really bad to jimmy nickles now... possibly in the little shawn and gus rp? i dunno, but he's evil, pure evil.

Re: ooc

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

He is. He deserves to be knocked down pretty badly by the kidnappers. Who also break his favourite toy for no specific reason whatsoever. Only that karma is a bitch.

Re: ooc

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

yes totally!

also, AIM's being weird... like that's a surprise. XD

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus was pretending to sleep in case his mom made one of her frequent checks on his health.

He felt so stiffled by the four stacked blankets she piled on when she told him to rest as best as he could. Gus kept his eyes squinted and hoped that all she did was stick her head in the door and then leave him alone. He disliked being fussed about this much. Besides, she even made him stay home from school today! He wasn't going to speak to her for that, not until tomorrow when he could go back.

Gus thinks of Shawn being left all alone to face Jimmy Nickles and he's suddenly feeling very cold and thankfull for all those blankets. One one hand, he feels guilty, it's his fault that Shawn's going to be picked on worse today, he had that stupid asthma attack and Shawn was only trying to help him.... Gus's ears perk up, detecting a tap at his window, it's the three pebble pattern he and Shawn always use to identifiy each other. Gus throws back the covers and rushes to open the window.

It's a good thing his parents were too afraid of him getting trapped in a household fire, otherwise he wouldn't have the groundfloor bedroom where Shawn could sneak in whenever he wanted. Gus is about to ask Shawn about his day when he sees his best friend's face for the first time. There's a black and blue welling under Shawn's eye, and the rest of him looks nearly as bad. Gus winces in sympathy. "You can't go home, can you?"

Gus leads Shawn to his bed and covers him in all four covers. "Wait here, I'll have mom call your dad and say you're spending the night."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Before Shawn can argue he is muffled by four layers of too much warmth. And just when he thought the attacks for today stopped! His eyes widen, because he would much rather have something to cool the hurting places but Gus means well so he waits until he's outside, looking for his mom.

He's glad Gus takes care of things, because he's right, he can't go home, not like this. Not with his Dad around who would pester him until he tells him what happened. And then hell would break lose, because he knows that his Dad would expect him to sort things out. Talking to Jimmy or finding another way or some other stupid stuff that always works nicely if you're the one who only talks about it.

Yeah right. Like 'sorting out' would make any difference besides the number of his remaining teeth.

With lots of effort Shawn frees himself from the Sahara blankets and takes a look around. Desperate for something to do he starts using Gus' books to build a blanket-cave. His desk lamp lights up the inside and now they can crawl in and out. There. That's a lot better.

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

It took a little while to convince his mom that Shawn should stay, normally this wouldn't be allowed on a school night. But since this was the first time Gus had spoken to her all day, she was inclined to give into his demands... a little inclinded. She didn't let Gus leave till he promised to take extra care and not do any kind of Shawn type exhaustive playing.

Not like there wasn't a spare inhaler in every room of the house now. Gus's mom sent him back in with a plate of snacks and some lemonade.

"Shawn?" Gus surveyed his room turned into a blanket bunker. "Are you in there? She's talking to your dad now, you can stay."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"I'm here. Are those cookies?" Shawn's voice asks from some dark, hidden spot deep underneath the blankets.

"Get them in here before the pterodactyls getcha."

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Even though Gus knows that's an extremely unlikely event, especially inside his own house, he quickly scans the ceiling and then ducts into the blanket fort. Gus scoots on his hands and knees careful not to spill any of the food.

"Their oatmeal rasin cookies, cause mom says I can't have choloclate chips before dinner, even if I am in a delicate state." Gus rolls his eyes, but he's pretty sure Shawn can't see that in the dark. "I made sure the lemonade was sweet though, not sugarless like last time, here." Gus hands Shawn an ice and drink filled glass. His fingers a little clumsy in the dark, Gus is pretty sure that little amount won't stain on the carpet though. It was only a few drops, he dismisses it as unimportant.

"Does it hurt?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Who sells otameal rasin cookies?" Shawn asks sceptically but tries them anyway, espeicially since the sweet lemonade makes up for a lot. He takes a greedy gulp, his small hands embracing the cold glass.

He then thinks about Gus' words. Does it hurt? "I guess," he admits but then frowns. "I don't know. I hurt but now it's only thick and hot. It hurts when I touch it. Does that count?"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus bites his lip. He plays with one of the cookies half-heartedly. "I guess so." Gus takes a breath and then there's a pressure in his gut that feels about to burst, he reaches out and grips the cuff of Shawn's jeans. "I'msosorryIwasn'ttheretoday!"

Gus breaths again, and is happy that the asthma isn't attacking him now. A certain kind of perfect clearity is in the back of his head now, there's got to be something they can do to get back at Jimmy Nickles.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn almost spills the lemonade at the sudden tug. He quickly puts the glass to his lips and takes a long sip to save the carpet, because if he makes a mess Mrs. G isn't going to like it. At all.

With the immediate danger gone he carefully puts down the glass, which buys him another ten seconds to think about what to say now. Stuff like that always makes him a little embarassed, because he doesn't know how to handle it. On the one hand they're guys and they're cool guys, Shawn knows that, but on the other hand they're also best friends and then you talk about a lot of other things which are not cool, so you don't have to talk about the non-cool stuff to people who are supposed to think you're cool. Something like this.

"It's alright," he finally says because it feels like the right thing to say and also because it's the truth. "'s not your fault."

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus nods like everything is settled, because actually he's thinking about a plan. A Plan That Will Fix Everything.

He's pretty sure it'll work too.

"So? What do you wanna do? I've got new comic books! Or, maybe T.V." Gus rolls onto his stomach and is careful not to kick out the wall of the blanket fort. "I'm not allowed to leave my room though. I'm supposed to rest for the whole day."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"We can play cavemen. But I guess your mom wouldn't want us to try out new hunting moves. Besides, I don't wanna miss CHiPs," Shawn announces because that would totally ruin an already bad day, like, that would be the last straw.

He thinks for a moment. "Tell you what, we watch CHiPs and then we check out the comic books."

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

Well, I now have Tainted Love in my head... That used to be one of my lucky songs, I guess its less lucky for Shawn :s

*cuddles little!Shawn and gives him chocolate*

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

But he still loves the song. And so do I! :D

*little!Shawn beams and munches happily*