Psych's Pineapple

Prologue: New York, New York!!

-Liz's Point of View(I am making a nod to Newsies here. :)) Shawn, Gus and Liz are 10 years old.

I walk down a busy street of Manhattan next to my cousin and best friend, Gus. His real name is Burton Guster, but we don't talk about that. He doesn't like it and prefers his nickname. The last time I called him Burton, he told some of his friends about my crush on Chris Peterson. I am still upset about that. Thankfully, Chris is thousands of miles away right now back home in Santa Barbara, California. Gus and I are visiting New York and getting some time away from life back home. I have to admit that I love New York City way more than California. There is so much happening here and everyday you see something that looks like it should belong in a movie. So many interesting things have happened everyday Gus and I have set foot on the sidewalk with our families.  We walk through the streets and Gus chats aimlessly about school and Shawn Spencer. Shawn Spencer is Gus's best friend. I am jealous of them sometimes, because when Shawn is around, I kind of turn into a third wheel. I hate hate hate being a third wheel. Shawn is nice enough, but I really don't see what's so great about him. All of the other girls at school seem to adore him. Except for the select few that actually have common sense. Sure, he's nice and yeah, he's cute, but really? Come on, Gus. You deserve a much better friend than him. I don't completely hate Shawn, I just think Gus could have done better. Much much better. If I had more control over my cousin's life, trust me. Shawn Spencer would not be at Gus's house every time I was. 

"Shut up," I say to Gus and he turns to me, mid-story about how Shawn did some cool science experiment last month.

"What was that for?" My cousin demands and I look at him with a serious face.

"Really, Gus? Shawn is very real and will still be there when we get back to Santa Barbara. Trust me," I say to him and he shrugs.

"So?"

"So! Stop talking about him like he's a wizard or something. You are crazy!" Gus smirks at me.

"You like him, don't you? You think you hate him, but you like him and you like him a lot." I roll my eyes and gently sock Gus in the shoulder.

"In your dreams," I snap and Gus looks at me.

"Does that mean yes?"

"Burton Guster!!! If you mention Shawn one more time, I will hurt you personally."

"Okay. Point proven. You don't have to hurt me, Liz," Gus surrenders and I nod my head with satisfaction.

"That's what I thought." We keep walking around Manhattan and eventually, we come to the Brooklyn Bridge. Gus and I stop and stare at it for a moment or two, just taking in the beauty of the huge bridge.  I look at the huge skyline in the distance. This is something that I could get used to seeing. Santa Barbara is great and all, but there is so much more to do here in New York City. This city never sleeps and something exciting is always happening here. Our parents experience the same sort of childlike amusement that we do. I turn to Gus again and ask him, "Would it be crazy if I moved here someday?"

"You want to live here?" Gus asks and I nod, turning back to the skyline.

"You don't?" I reply and Gus shakes his head quickly.

"All kinds of crazy people live here and you are not the same type of crazy as them. They are crazy like if you don't move, I will run you over with my car crazy. You just have some crazy ideas," Gus explains, moving his hands quickly as he talks.

"But I could get used to it and not everyone is that way. I could get a steady job, live in a cool apartment and make some new friends. Just think! You could visit me in one of the coolest places in the whole world!" I explain.