Road Trip (for whoever has a couch to spare)

[head_psychic]

(ooc: Wow! Seriously, I didn't expect SO many of you guys to offer a place to crash for Shawn. It warms his spirit! Since he's quite serious about the road trip but, should you all really go along with it, I am really not capable of putting up SO MANY threads - this is his one big road-trip post. If your muse still has a warm place on the couch for him and of course only if you are interested in playing something out you can just reply here with whatever you want - your muse doing daily stuff before Shawn decides to show up, song lyrics, a nice picture of a pineapple might pull him in as well... whatever you feel like. :D)

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As soon as he left Santa Barbara behind he already knew this had been the right decision.

Hell, his father could accuse him of running away ten times a day for all he cared. Henry wouldn't understand that facing things wasn't going to help right now - when you were ill you at least let the chicken soup cool down a little before you forced it down your throat, right? And this chicken soup was way too hot right now. Also, he doubted that it would benefit his health but that was a completely different matter altogether.

But this, hitting the road on his Norton, this was what he needed right now, the freedom of just getting out of it for now, of feeling the wind on his face.

Not that he did feel the wind because he wasn't stupid enough to drive without a helmet, but still. The metaphorical wind indirectly on his face as he contemplated his first stop. Yeah, he just had to clear his head, cool down and - most important - have a good time. When Santa Barbara got him back he and everything else would be back to normal again.

At least that's what he hoped. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"It's good to see you too! Thanks for not letting me sleep on the sidewalk while people bruise my face with spare money and only when I'm lucky."

Then he realized the other dude giving him looks. Which, in Shawn's case, almost everytime resulted in a huge, happy grin. This wasn't different. "Hi! I'm Shawn."

[hitchhiking]

Seth just snorted and continued to glower. Anna rolled her eyes, before turning back to Seth. "Seth, this is Shawn, Shawn, this is Seth Hawthorne -- he's one of the other borders here."

"Where is he sleeping?"

"I was thinking the guest room."

"Someone's in the guest room -- where is he sleeping?"

"Seth, I don't think it's that big of an issue, we'll figure it out."

"I think we should figure this out before he -- "

"Seth, would you leave the poor boy alone -- he just got here," a loud voice shouted back from the kitchen. "At least give him a chance to get some food in 'im first, and then we'll figure that out."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I can go totally Japanese in case you have a futon." Shawn beamed at Seth and then looked into the direction of the kitchen, curiously. If this place was as loud and hectic as the first impression gave away he loved it already.

[hitchhiking]

Anna shook her head, before pushing him lightly in the direction of the kitchen. "We'll find somewhere for you to sleep. He's just constantly in a bad mood.

At the stove, a heavy set African American woman was working away at the stove, and glanced up after a minute to give Shawn a friendly smile.

"Hey, there, baby -- why don't you have a seat and I'll cook you up somethin' to eat."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Shawn beamed at her and sat down at one of the kitchen tables. "That's really kind, Mrs. ...?"

[hitchhiking]

"Maura Shea," she replied softly, before wiping her hand off on a dishtowel. "But you can just call me Mama, sweetie -- everybody does."

"So where have you been so far?" Anna asked, sitting down next to Shawn, and kicking her legs up on the chair across the table from them.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Shawn nodded, already feeling a big spot in his heart being roamed free for the woman.

He looked back at Anna. "Oh, not too many places yet," he admitted. "You're one of my first stops."

[hitchhiking]

"Oh, sweet," she said with a grin. "How long do you think you're going to stick around here?"