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Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop


Shawn closed his eyes.

"Oh no, don't you dare to try ignoring me now, Shawn! You will listen to me and you will listen well, because you have been acting like an idiot. Let me stress that again. I-di-ot!"

He snuggled into the pillow. Sighed contentedly.

( ... )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 567

I never knew I would like art. I mean, let's face it. When you're eleven years old and spend your afternoons in attempts to play hide and seek, squirrel version (in one tree only - it is quite a challenge; also, you dare to climb places you'd never go otherwise) sitting down and painting pictures of flowers and houses isn't too appealing. Besides, all great male artists are dead. Van Gogh lost his ear. The others could barely keep themselves alive. Things like that can be something like a motivation killer. And dad thought it was a waste of time if it didn't include photofit pictures anyway.

Grandpa however didn't. "I think you're gonna like it, Shawn," he would say with a wink and when I asked why, "because you can let your imagination run wild. Even if your teacher gives you a certain theme, within this theme your possibilities are endless."

He was right, though our teacher didn't dig the four-headed giraffe as much as I did. Shawn lacks realism would be the comment next to my mark. But I still got an A because it would also say yet the proportions are extraordinary. If four-headed giraffes existed this is probably what they'd look like.

While Grandpa laughed so hard he had to throw his head back, as if the weight of the laughter alone tugged at it, Dad wasn't thrilled, going on about his usual stuff, this is what you wanna do, Shawn, paint animals that don't exist, Shawn, what were you thinking?

But her name was Melissa and her heads could sing a canon.


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 268

"Mr. Spencer."

"Mr. Jones!" Shawn beamed, shook the outstretched hand and remembered why he loathed this guy so much. It wasn't the IRS part after all. It was the fact that Jones was a hairless little monkey with a snake's face and way too perfect teeth. What snake had perfect teeth these days?

He sat down and took a quick look around. The office was ugly with boredom. Files, photographs, a woman and a little kid, some notes on a piece of paper, a letter...

Jones cleared his throat and broke his concentration. "I am sorry that this meeting is on short notice but I'm sure you realize the importance of your situation."

"Of course. Is there something wrong?"

( Spoilers for 2x11 - There's something about Mira )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 416

Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss ?
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
~Feist - "Let it die"


"You can come out now."

Shawn cursed inwardly. Dammit!

There was no way his dad could know he was here! Henry was the one that trained him to be perfect in these things! And Shawn had been extra careful, had gotten rid of all the traces and had chosen a well hidden spot from where he could see everything without being seen in return.

Practically he wasn't even here, leaving evidence about a party, letting Gus in on his plan to have him taking care of an alibi, just using every possible way to clear him from all suspicion. The remote was clutched in his hands, just waiting for him to dim the lights and set the cheesy (alright, alright, romantic) music off.

Everything was perfect. Everything was going exactly the way he planned. And now his dad was early and he didn’t know why but it might ruin everything! Was he bluffing or did he really know Shawn was in here, cuddled in old blankets and coats?

Henry took another good look around, his face completely devoid of any emotion. "I know you sent the card."

Shawn flinched.

"And I know you sent hers." A pause. "She's not coming. And I'm leaving."

His dad turned away and disappeared from his field of view. "It ain't a movie, Shawn. Grow up."

The door slammed shut.

His face suddenly started to feel very warm.



Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 233