The Balcony Scene

Chapter 6

I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco for those of you who like music to go along with your chappies.

Shawn woke up feeling better than he ever had in possibly his entire life. He hadn’t had one single nightmare. He had his girl lying right beside of him, in his arms, right where she belonged. Even in the first thing in the morning, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Doing his best not to wake her, he rose up a little to check the clock. They were very very late. Gently shaking her shoulder, Shawn did his best to wake her up.

“Jules. Jules! Juliet! We’re late!” he called, gradually getting louder and louder.

“Yeah? What’s happenin’?”  She asked groggily, as she jumped straight out of the bed. Quickly realizing that she was stark naked she pulled on Shawn’s shirt form the floor, turning bright red. Shawn turned around as well and pulled underwear and jeans on. He walked smoothly around the bed and shocked Juliet by pulling her close and kissing her.

“Now this is what I’m talking about. Wish we could hang around here all day but, we do actually have to go to work and we are already running very late. Feel free to grab any clothes you see in the shop. There are toothbrushes underneath the sink. Take a shower if you want and use anything you see. Mi casa es su casa.” Giving her another once-over he smiled and chuckled leaving her to stand there stunned into silence.

Juliet safely concealed herself behind the shower curtain and washed quickly. Shawn brushed his teeth and styled his hair. Once suitable Shawn put on coffee and made breakfast. When Juliet got out she brushed her teeth and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Once at the table she saw that Shawn had a plate of toast, bacon, and eggs ready for her.

“Apple juice, orange juice, or pineapple juice?” he asked as he poured himself a glass of the latter.

“Best. Boyfriend. Ever.” She said with wide eyes, while purposefully ignoring the mess from the night before. “Orange juice, please.” She said while eating quickly and trying to maintain decorum.

“I would never have taken you for the bashful type, Ms. O’Hara. You are absolutely stunning. Clothes or no clothes.” Juliet choked on her juice.

“Are you sure you aren’t psychic?” she asked with an embarrassed smile.

“Positive.” He answered, punctuating the statement with a kiss that was slightly deeper than was strictly necessary.

“We’ve really got to go.” He told her with a gesture to the clock.

“Fine.” She grumbled and left with him in the Blueberry for the station. Jumping out, Juliet tried to tie up her hair as she ran up the steps. Holding the door open for her, Shawn whispered quickly into her ear. “Leave it down.” And kissed her cheek, following her into the station. Juliet returned the elastic band to her wrist and passed smoothly by him as though nothing had just happened. Shawn shook his head and smiled before following her.

“You’re both late.” The Chief informed them immediately as they entered into her office.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. This is my entire fault. I was late arriving to Detective O’Hara’s and then we got caught up running lines.” Shawn told her looking suitably ashamed for the nature of his lie. Everybody looked at him in sheer shock. Shawn never took responsibility for his mistake and this was a hypothetical mistake that hadn’t even happened. That much was obvious to everyone. Juliet was particularly amazed as she too had been in the wrong. Vick semi-smiled.