daylight.

“True, but I can’t be as good as her—-like, it’s impossible.”

“Impossible? I’m sure that’s not true.”

“No? I’m not? Um.”

“But I thought you said you were slipping into Juliet?”

“She’s what you’d call a dreamboat; strong, dedicated, loyal, funny, lovable. Jules is goals.”

“So what you’re saying is, you’re a dreamboat.”

“Sure, she’s from Psych.”

“Yeah? What’s she like?”

“Nope.”

“Can I have a hint?”

“Accidentally slipping from Gus to Juliet, honestly...how embarrassing.”

“I’m geting none of these references. Juliet Capulet, or?”

“Thank you.”

“Uh, woah. Thank you, I guess. What was that for?”

“He already owns my heart.”

“Okay, but I made an exception for you.”

“I love being an exception...you’re already winning my heart.”

“Is that something the ever elusive other Shawn is capable of?”

Maybe after some cuddles...unless you’re not a cuddler.

“I’m not, actually...but I guess I could make an exception?”

A hug would work just fine.

You got my hopes up, and now I want to cry—-get out.

I-I’m sorry? I’ll try better next time? I honestly don’t know what to do in this situation.

No way? This is too magnifique—— so, if anyone asks, Spencer; I’m the Gus to your Shawn, even if I’m really the Lassie.

Okay, so, I won’t lie to you, only because I respect you too much. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just felt lame being out of the loop. But you can be Gus, sure, if you want.

It’s a bit of a long shot, but would you respond to Spencer? Wait, you don’t have the slightest idea of who Shawn Spencer is, right?

Uh, yeah, I totally know who that is. I’m in. I’m cool. Happening.

“Hashtag throwback Thursday to when you needed my help to carry a heavy box out of the attic, pinche idiota. Literally don’t even pretend you’re the most useful one in the house, because I will break your nose again.”

“Hashtag throwback Thursday-” he says in a nasally voice “to when you nearly failed Bio and I had to help you with you with your credit completion assignment. So, yeah, kind of the most useful one in the house.”

“How about you get off of your ever-growing ass and DIY this one? Because mom asked you for a reason.”

“Yeah, because I’m the only one in the house capable of anything, I know. But hey, maybe you could use this opportunity to prove her wrong.”

“Hey, butthole, how about you take yourself outside? I know you haven’t done any form of sports in the last eighteen billion years, but I’m pretty sure you can walk to the trashcan outside and throw yourself in there.”

“Mm, creative. Take that sass and put it in the garbage when you take it out, would you?”