Warnings: This is a SHASSIE, meaning Shawn/Lassiter slash preslash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc. But you already knew that.

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10:27 a.m.

"I think I'm gay."

"What?" Gus stared at Shawn, shocked, and then relaxed again. "What are you talking about, Shawn? You've been obsessed with women ever since Judy Walker kissed you in the fifth grade! Besides, I think I would know if my best friend was gay."

Shawn bit his lip uneasily. "I know it sounds weird, but come on, think about it! I've never actually had a real relationship with anyone…well, except for with you, of course." He grinned at the look on Gus's face. "Oh Gus, don't be such a jelly bean, you know what I mean! Hey, that rhymed!"

"Humph!"

Shawn turned serious again, causing Gus to get nervous. "Maybe I'm bi then. Whatever. One-night-stands don't count as love. I've always gone out with women because, well, that's what you're supposed to do. I never really questioned it before."

"Shawn…" Gus observed his friend carefully.

"Yeah?"

"Um…why are you telling me this? I mean…why did you even start thinking about this in the first place?"

Shawn blushed.

Gus had to put a hand to his jaw to keep it from dropping. Oh my gosh! I don't think I've ever seen him blush before. He's always so in control. Why---

"I uh… I kinda have a crush on someone…" The blush deepened.

"You WHAT?" Gus gasped.

"That's why I started wondering about my sexuality. I didn't realize that I liked him, right away. I mean…I must have subconsciously realized it, of course, but…I guess I always believed I just really liked annoying him. Then I started to actually think about it. Why is it always him, you know? Why not you or Jules, or the chief? Why do I always want to get a reaction from HIM?"

Gus turned pale as he realized whom Shawn must have been alluding to. "Shawn, please tell me you are not talking about who I think you are talking about. Tell me you do NOT have a crush on…Lassiter." Please, please, plea--- Oh no.

Shawn didn't even have to say anything. As his cheeks turned red again, the answer was written all over his face.

"No way Shawn! This is not happening! First you tell me you're gay, then you tell me you like LASSITER of all people! Are you TRYING to send me to therapy? If you are, it's working!" Gus paused, breathing heavily.

Shawn crossed his arms, and turned to face the window. Gus had to step closer to hear him as he mumbled, "Look man, you're the best friend a guy could ever ask for. I needed someone to tell…I don't have anyone else. I thought maybe you would support me…" He shook his head angrily as a tear dripped down his cheek. Stunned, Gus reached out his hand and wiped the tear away. Sighing, he said softly, "I'm sorry…I didn't realize…I wasn't expecting this. You're really gay?"

Shawn nodded, avoiding Gus's eyes.

"Okay."

"Okay? Confused, Shawn finally turned to face his friend.

"Shawn, I've known you for most of my life. I'm not going to back out on you now. You can count on me." Gus nearly fell backwards as Shawn slammed into him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks, man." Shawn grinned as he released Gus, who was gasping for air. Back to his old self, he bounced around the Psych office happily, looking for something to do.

Still wheezing, Gus managed to remark, " You do know that if this goes badly, we are going to have to leave Santa Barbara."

"What, why?" Shawn gaped at Gus, perplexed.

"Lassiter, Shawn! Lassiter! If he finds out you like him…"

Shawn smirked. "Oh he'll find out all right."

"WHAT???"

Laughing at Gus, Shawn rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Now that I know for sure how I feel about him…I want him to know, too."

"Shawn, you are insane! Lassiter is not gay! He's married, remember?"

"Separated, dude, separated!"

"Shawn!" A look of irritation crossed Gus's face.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, he's not gay. But…I didn't think I was either. Besides, you can't help who you fall in love with. You don't decide to love someone, it just happens."

Gus put a hand on Shawn's shoulder. "You may be in love with Lassiter, Shawn, but nothing will ever come of it. Let it go. It's useless pursuing someone who isn't interested in you and never will be. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but if you intend to go ahead with this, you are just setting yourself up to get hurt. I don't want to see that happen."

"Man, you are such a pessimist! So…you think I can't persuade Lassy to like me back?" A cunning glint entered Shawn's eyes.

Gus flinched. Uh-oh.

"Tell you what. I'll make you a bet."

This is not good. "What kind of bet?"

Shawn smirked. "I bet I can get Lassy to kiss me by midnight tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, Shawn."

The fake-psychic grinned cheekily. "Even better."

"Fine. I'll take the bet, but only because there is no way in Hell he is ever going to kiss you. Oh, and you kissing him doesn't count; he has to be the one to kiss you." Gus grimaced at his own words.

Shawn looked at his friend innocently. "Can I still kiss him, though? I mean, as a method of persuasion that one generally works pretty well."

"Ewww, Shawn. I don't even want to think about that. Plus, he is SO going to kill you if you do."

"Is that a yes?"

"…I suppose." Moving on… "What do I get when you lose?"

"When?" Shawn wagged his finger in front of Gus's nose. "Don't you mean if?"

Gus responded by pointing his finger in Shawn's face. "No, I definitely mean when."

"Hmmm… how about if I lose, I won't bother you at work for a week?"

"Make it a month."

"Fine, but if I win…"

Gus snorted, "Like that's going to happen."

"If I win, you have to buy me a pineapple smoothie every day for a month." Shawn eyes misted over as images of pineapples drifted across his mind.

Gus shook Shawn's hand. "Deal!"

Shawn broke the friendly grip and rushed towards the door. "See ya!"

"What? Where are you going?"

"Well I've got to start now. I don't have much time, you know."

Gus watched as his friend shut the door and drove away on his motorcycle. This is going to be interesting...

Author's note: I will be adding new chapters randomly. I don't know how many chapters there will be. This is just a quick story I decided to write because it's Thanksgiving. :) I don't have anything planned at all, so I honestly have absolutely no idea what is going to happen next. :P Guess we'll see. Review if you like it so far and want to see more! The number of chapters I'll write will depend on how many reviews I get! (And how much time I have).

-g0