So I decided to jump on the bandwagon and start a story made up of one-shots. Mine, however, are neither straight story or songfic. These stories will all be inspired by a song, but may or may not actually have anything to do with the song. Either way, I'll put up the lyrics that grabbed my attention in the first place.

Enjoy, and to those in the US, happy fourth of July!

Song: Girl – Across the Universe soundtrack/ The Beatles

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story?

All about the girl who came to stay.

She's the kind of girl,

You want so much it makes you sorry,

Still you don't regret a single day."

Red, white, and blue.

The colors were everywhere this time of year. The full month of June was taken over by them. They represented the freedom that the citizens of the United States of America enjoyed.

Shawn Spencer hated these colors. It wasn't that he had something against the U.S. He just didn't like the three colors together.

Burton Guster, however, loved them. He had hung five American flags somewhere in or on the Psych office. He decorated his apartment in the Patriotic theme. He began humming the national anthem under his breath as soon as summer began. And most of all, he was a fanatic about Independence Day. He and his parents would take a trip down to L.A. every year for the parade, where they would all deck themselves out in red, white, and blue from head to toe.

The July fourths in the latter years of Shawn's life had been spent on his couch, parked in front of the television set. But not this year. This year, Shawn was determined to do something different. He pulled himself out of bed at the ungodly hour of ten in the morning and slipped on a white undershirt. "Now where did I put my…" He whirled in place, searching for his lavender shirt. "Ah." He snatched it off the desk chair and slid it on as he grabbed his helmet 

and ran out the door. He made the five minute drive to the Santa Barbara Police Department, ready to see his favorite people.

"America, America!" Shawn sang loudly as he burst through the doors. "God shed His grace on thee!"

"Spencer," Head Detective Carlton Lassiter asked, irritated, "Why do you always feel the need to come ruin my perfectly good day?" He raised an eyebrow. "And why are you wearing purple?"

"It's lavender," Shawn corrected, grinning innocently. "And Lassieface, are you implying that you don't enjoy seeing me?"

"Why, on God's green Earth, would I want to see you?" Lassiter's face wrinkled in disgust. "And I don't really care if it's lavender. I wouldn't care if you were wearing puce. Just get out of my face, okay?"

"Puce, Lassie?" Shawn's eyes widened in surprise. "I would think that anyone would be interested if someone was wearing puce. I know I would. Why wouldn't you? Do you wear puce?" His face lit up. "Maybe you can grow immune to the gross factor of a color if you wear it enough. I'll have to test it on Gus when he gets back. Lass, do you know where I can get some puce dye? I need to dye all of Gus's clothes before he gets-" Shawn stopped abruptly and looked around in confusion. "Lassie?" At some point during Shawn's monologue, the detective had walked away.

"Shawn!" a pleasant, female voice called from behind him.

"Juliet!" Shawn replied without turning around. "Do you know where I can find some puce fabric dye?" He spun around to face the young detective. A quick look of surprise passed 

over his face, which he covered up by closing his eyes and lifting two fingers to his temple. "Why, Miss O'Hara. I'm sensing that you, too, hate the colors red, white, and blue."

"Good job, Shawn," she laughed, making Shawn smile. Her laugh was so merry. "I thought I was the only one who wore lavender on the fourth of July."

"Obviously not," Shawn motioned to his shirt. "I'm seeing that you wear it because…it's a mix-"

"Mixture of red, white, and blue," Juliet finished.

"Yeah," Shawn agreed, smiling softly.

A long, silent moment stretched between them before Shawn cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Jules, I'm also sensing that you don't have anything to do tonight. Your parents are…on a cruise?" The shock on Juliet's face showed him that he was right. He continued, his tone slightly less sure of himself than usual. "In that case, what would you say to getting dinner with me…as friends, of course. We could maybe watch the fireworks together after?" His mouthed stretched into his trademark lopsided grin. Juliet laughed.

"You miss Gus, don't you?"

Shawn laughed, trying to sound convincing. "Yes. I need a replacement best friend for the evening. And! If it'll help convince you, I can get some pineapple pie or something for during the fireworks. So…what do you say?"

Juliet thought for a moment. "Sure. It sounds like fun. And get some cherry pie too, okay?"

Shawn smiled in relief. "I'll pick you up at six for dinner, then?"

Juliet nodded, her smile radiant. "Thanks, Shawn."

Shawn bowed comically. "No problem, fair maiden." She shook her head at him and turned to leave. "See you later Jules!" he called after her. As he turned and walked away, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Juliet had made it painfully clear that she wanted nothing to do with him, romantically. But as he thought about how she had reacted to him 'asking her out', and how she had understood the usage of the color lavender, he hoped that maybe he had a chance. He liked her, that much he was sure of. And though he wasn't really psychic, he had a strong feeling that they were meant for each other. His usual grin crept back onto his face. He would make this 'non-date' so perfect, she'd have no choice but to fall in love with him.

"Happy Independence day, America," he said, without really knowing why. "Let the fireworks begin!"

Back at her desk, Juliet let the blush she'd been trying to hold back spread across her cheeks as she watched Shawn swagger out of the station. She'd never been a fan of Fourth of July. But things were starting to look up this year. "Happy Independence day to me," she whispered, silently praying that the real fireworks that night would bring out the figurative ones in the odd relationship she had with Shawn. "Happy Fourth of July."