A Shassie Story

Ch.2 Little Chat

Shawn and Lassiter were sitting in an interrogation room. "Spencer, what the hell is wrong with you?" Lassiter asked.

"Nothing is wrong with me. I'm fine," Shawn said as normally as he could.

"You come into the Santa Barbra Police Department on an official case, wearing pajamas. You look like you haven't shaved in weeks, not too mention you've been loosing weight. And you just yelled at your best friend. And you call that fine? When in the hell is that ever considered fine?" Lassiter asked in a serious tone.

"Why the hell do you suddenly care? You hate me." Shawn said quietly.

Carlton Lassiter was taken aback by Shawn's words. "I don't hate you Spencer."

"You don't have to sugarcoat it, Lassie. You hated me since the day we met. I've seen the way you looked at me." Shawn grumbled. "I'm not an idiot. Even though you'd like to think I am..."

Carlton Lassiter looked at Spencer. Why did he feel guilty? Spencer had been nothing but a nuisance since they met, an eccentric child in adult's body, and without a doubt: a fake psychic.

"Look Spencer," he said bluntly. Then he paused. "Look..." Carlton Lassiter was without words. He, however, didn't continue. "We aren't done with this conversation. Now get your shit together. We have a case."

Shawn listened to the was Lassie paused. Was he about to apologize? Was, he, Carlton Lassiter about to apologize him, Shawn Spencer?

He didn't have any more time to contemplate over what had just happened. For he had heard the door open and then close. Signaling that Lassie had left.

Shawn's eyes lit up and he shot up. He followed right behind Lassie.

"Lassie face, did you almost say you were sorry~?" He sang in a sing song voice. Feeling a whole lot better then he had this morning.

"No, Spencer," Carlton Lassiter said. "I didn't say such a thing. I told you to shut your mouth." He continued walking. Passing Guster and McNab. "It's just like you, Spencer, you never know when to stop talking."

"Aww," Shawn pouted. "Did I make you mad? I am SO sorry." He said dramatically.

He gestured towards Gus to follow. He wasn't going to say he was sorry. Wasn't even going to make an attempt and his best friend knew it.

Gus followed reluctantly with a roll of his eyes. Though, smiling at the new uplifting mood of his friend.

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(This was a short chapter. I'm having a bit of writer's block.So, I'm wondering do you like this story? Do you dislike it and should I continue?)