Psych takes a vacation!
'Psych'. Psych is about a guy named Shawn Spencer. Growing up his father trained him to pay attention to every detail around him no matter how small, in hopes that he would join a long line of family police officers. Shawn made it a habit to call in to the police hot line with small details about crimes that he would get from the news or news papers. One day he hits too close to home and the police arrest him thinking that he had something to do with it. He ends up convincing them that he a psychic and gets hired on as a psychic consultant.
NO I don't own 'Psych'. I just love the show and characters so much that I want to write a story with them all in it.
Details: Shawn and Gus are doing so well with their P.I agency that they decide to take a vacation to a town call Ladonia, Haven.
Gus wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "Shawn!" He said sharply.
Shawn ignored him and adjusted his shades in the side mirror.
"Stop popping that gum!"
He smacked his gum even louder.
Still ignoring him, Shawn said, "I can't wait to get there. How far do we have to go?"
"Forget it," Gus said. "I'm mad at you. I'm not telling you anything."
"Fine," he said calmly. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started pressing buttons. When he was done he helled it up for Gus to see.
Gus rolled his eyes. "Map quest?"
"No. It's Bing and it just told me that we have an hour and forty-five minutes left until we arrive at our destination."
"Just stop talking, Shawn." He kept his eyes on the road and the rest of the ride was driven in silence.
The sun was high in the sky, but it wasn't too hot. There was a tiny breeze in the air that made them feel lazy.
"I can already feel the sand on my body as I take a nap by the ocean," Gus said dreamily as he pulled into his designated parking spot.
Shawn looked at the brochure. "I don't think that's going to happen my bubble headed friend."
He made a face at him. "I despise that comment, Shawn, and why not?"
"The brochure doesn't mention a beach."
"What?" He turned the engine off and got out of the car. "What do you mean there isn't a beach, Shawn?"
Shawn got out and walked around to Gus's side. "Well, there are tons of pools," he said hesitantly. "I never liked the beach anyway."
"I do, Shawn!" He said angrily and started marching towards the front of the main building.
Hurrying after him Shawn yelled, "I didn't think that it would matter once you got to see all of the elements here."
He kept walking. The inside of the front building was huge. Gus had to stop, back out of the door, and go back inside to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The outside looked like a normal size building, but when you went inside the ceiling stretched up so far that he had to strain his kneck to see it and the floor was a large expanse of black stone that was so much larger than one would imagine from seeing the size of the building from outside.
"Can I help you, sir?" The blonde headed woman behind the large desk said.
He walked over. "Yes, I'm here to sign in." He paused and looked over his shoulder at Shawn who had just walked in the door. "I need to ask a favor, though."
She smiled and asked, "What's that?"
"I would like to change a two bed room to two one bed rooms. Me and my pal.." At the word 'pal' he shot a glance at Shawn who frowned. "We aren't exactly on good terms right now and rather than ruin both our vacations I think it's best if we give each other some space."
Turning to her computer she said, "I can't promise anything, but give me a minute and I may just be able to help you. We did have a few people cancel, but I am checking now to see if they are still available."
He waited patiently as she typed a few keys on her monitor, then a few more.
"Yes." She smiled at him and slid a large white folder over.
He recognized it as the sign in form. At the sight of it he felt a little better. He really did need some space from his best friend.
"Here is a pen," she said handing him a black ball point. "Just sign that and give me a few minutes to transfer your information over and I'll get you two your keys. She turned back to her monitor and starting typing keys very quickly.
Impressed, Gus had to ask, "How long have you been able to do that?"
She smiled. Without looking away from her screen she said, "I have been able to do this since I was fourteen. I loved to write and was always typing a new story or chapter. I have never quit."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blank business card. He carried those around when he wanted to give someone his personal number instead of the Psych contact card. He quickly wrote his number and name and helled onto it while he scrawled his signature on the first blank like of the folder. "I was wondering," he began looking up at her. "Would you like to hang out later? You know, after you get off work?"
He smile didn't falter as she said, "That's very flattering, but there are a few problems there."
"Like what?" Shawn pitched in propping his head on his fist.
"Well, for one, I have a boyfriend."
Gus's heart skipped a beat in embarrassment.
"And for two, even if I wanted to hang out with you it is against management rules. We, the employees, are to never date the guests. If we do so, and there is no 'if we get caught', because we will no doubt about it, we will be terminated on the spot." She hit one last button and a whirring sound started. She walked over to a black printer and pulled out a piece of paper.
"This is your agreement that the information is correct and that you will follow the rules." She layed it down and pointed to the blank line. "Sign here both of you."
They did and she got them their keys.
"You two enjoy your vacation," she said sweetly.
Outside Gus ripped his business card up and threw it into the first garbage can he found.
"At least you tried, buddy," Shawn soothed. "She could have laughed in your face and made you feel horrible."
"You're making me feel horrible, Shawn." He walked faster.
"Come on," he begged. "I am sorry that there's no beach, but I can't believe that your this mad at me over this. What is really bothering you?"
Gus came to a halt. He was mad at Shawn. Duh! He had messed up his vacation. Over the course of the last five months he had daydreamed about napping on the beach, running up and down the beach, always being on the beach and meeting the girl of his dreams.
Now it was ruined and it was all Shawn's fault. Anything that ever went wrong was always his fault. Why were they even friends? Why had he put up with him all these years? He spun on him. "You know what? Just stop following me!"
Shawn watched Gus march away. What was wrong with him? He understood that Gus wanted to spend time on the beach, but that didn't explain why he was this angry. There had to be some other reason. Hello…
He stopped walking and eyed a babe with long black hair. She was toned and her dark complexion was exotic. His mouth started to water. He wanted to go over to her, but he stopped when he saw a chocolate honey behind a hotdog stand. She had a fro of loose golden curls and she smiled when she realized he was watching her.
"Would you like anything?" She called out. "A snow cone perhaps?"
He walked over and looked at the menu. "Now, if my eyes don't deceive me this place doesn't have snow cones. Is this your way of asking me out?"
She giggled. "You're quick."
"At understanding I am, but when it comes to other things I've been known to go on all night long."
"Reow," she said giggling again.
He grabbed one of the yellow hand menus and wrote down his name, cell number, and room number. "Let me know when you're done with your shift."
She took the menu and said sultrily, "Alright, cutie. See you then."
Shawn said goodbye and headed towards his room. It was room 203. He put the key in the lock and turned it. The room had one large bed with a side table and on that was a small lamp. There was a large entertainment center with a t.v. that was nearly as big and a stereo system to die for. A small sized refrigerator sat on the left hand corner.
He opened it and smiled at the contents. A case of coke and two raw pineapples. He'd have to buy a knife to carve those suckers up. He shook his head at the service. It was amazing.
It was way better than that of any hotel he had ever stayed in. He had a brief second where he thought he would get a strange feeling from everything being too perfect, but it never came and he brushed the thought over his shoulder. He grabbed a coke and popped it open. It was nice and cold and he sipped on it slowly as he tried to decide what he wanted to do first. There was eating, the pool, eating, the play room which consisted of every game known to man, eating, the bar, eating, a.t.v. trail blazing, ok- eating it was.
He found the hotel's directory book in the top drawer of the entertainment center. He picked a restaurant called 'Buddha's Bub'. It was a retarded name, but it intrigued him. He had to check this place out. He went to the parking lot and made sure that Gus was no where around before pulling out the copy he had made of the car key. "Buddha here I come," he whispered as he started the engine and began to back out.