Fic: Mad short 2/?
Here's the next short everybody, enjoy!!
AN: I’ve been looking over the songs I’ve chosen for this series and I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re all either fluffy or angsty. Quick question, are there any good songs that you guys think fit the whole Shassie deal that you’d like me to use? I’m open to any and every suggestion you guys are willing to give me because, while I can accomplish fluff, I’m not sure if I’m all that good with angst so…yeah.
-Squeedle
I know sometimes it’s gonna rain.
But baby can we make up now ‘cause I can’t sleep through the pain.
I don’t want to go to bed mad at you
and I don’t you to go to bed mad at me.
No I don’t go to bed mad at you
and I don’t you to go to bed mad at me.
Mad by Ne-Yo
~*~
They argued furiously that night. Contrary to what some might believe, it was the first argument they’d had in all of the two years they’ve been together. It started out from something so trivial, such a stupid thing to fight over. They were supposed to have dinner at Henry’s that night but Shawn refused to go.
What Shawn neglected to tell Carlton was that he and Henry had gotten into it the week before. It wasn’t their normal ‘Kid, I’m disappointed in you. Yeah dad, what else is new?’ spats. No, it was something much deeper than that. Shawn knew it just wasn’t the right time see him yet.
Carlton didn’t see what the big deal was. It was just dinner after all. Sure, it would’ve been awkward and kind of uncomfortable but he was confident that he could make the best out of it.
Things aren’t always that simple.
The argument started out light enough.
“I just don’t see what the big deal is Shawn. We just go, have dinner, make polite conversation and then leave. It’s that simple.”
Then it snowballed into a huge cluster of accusations and insults that left both men feeling low.
“You’re scared, that’s what this is all about. You’re afraid he’ll start in on you about much of a disappointment you are when you don’t even realize just proud the man is of you.”
“How would you know anything about father’s anyway Carlton? Yours was never around much.”
Carlton stormed out the door before Shawn even had the chance to realize what he said. When it hit him though he grabbed his jacket and decided to take a walk.
*
After a couple hours of aimless driving Carlton found himself back at the apartment he shared with Shawn. He really didn’t feel like coming home but he was tired and had to get up for work at six.
Still fuming, he didn’t even think of checking to see if Shawn was asleep in the bedroom he just laid down on the couch and fell asleep.
Meanwhile…
Shawn wandered around aimlessly. He’d been walking for about three hours and his mind was so riddled with guilt over what he’d said to Carlton he didn’t pay any mind to the car that was approaching all too fast behind him.
*
Carlton jolted awake when his cell phone stared ringing. He checked the time before he answered it and saw that he’d only been asleep for about an hour.
“Someone had better be dying.” He muttered before he flipped it open.
“Carlton Lassiter.”
“Yes Mr. Lassiter, this is Dr. Andrews from the Santa Barbara Medical Center. I’m calling in regards to Shawn Spencer and you’re the first person on his contact list.” When he heard this Carlton started shaking his head, not caring that the doctor couldn’t see it, and walked back to the bedroom he shared with Shawn.
“That’s impossible he’s-“ The rest of his words caught in his throat when he opened the bedroom door to find an empty bed.
“What happened?” he asked as if on autopilot.
“Well, it appears he was hit by a car. He’s broken his left arm, three ribs-“ Before the doctor could finish though Carlton hung up, grabbed his keys and was speeding down the road to the hospital in no time.
*
When he got to the hospital he rushed to the receptionist’s desk to find out where Shawn was roomed in but she refused to tell him.
“I’m sorry sir but I’m not authorized to give that sort of information out to non-relatives.” She said and even though Carlton was sure it was just in his head he could’ve sworn she had a smug little smirk on her face.
“Did you not hear me, he’s my boyfriend okay? So can please just tell me what room he’s in?” Carlton said trying to stay calm.
“I’m sorry sir but I don’t think I like your tone.” Okay, so maybe that smirk on her face wasn’t in his head after all.
“What tone? I don’t have a tone I just-“
“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt but are looking for Shawn Spencer by any chance?” Carlton turned to find a nurse walking up to him.
“Yes, how’d you know?” he asked confusedly.
“Oh, with the way he’s described you I think it would be hard not to recognize you.” She giggled a bit then continued. “He’s in room 219B on the second floor.”
“Thank you so much.” He called out as he rushed to the elevator down the hall.
When he got to Shawn’s room he stopped outside the door to take a few deep breaths before walking in.
“Carly!” Shawn exclaimed when he saw him. Carlton couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Hey, how’re you feeling?” he asked cautiously taking note of all the bandages.
“I just broke some bones, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that thing about your dad. It was wrong and mean and totally uncalled for and-“
“Shawn,” Carlton interrupted. “I don’t care about that. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Love you Lassie-pop.” Shawn muttered before he fell asleep.
“I love you too Shawn.”
*****
Wow, my second short in a row ending with ‘I love you’s. I’m not as partial to this one as I was with the first one but it’s all good. I have to let you guys know though, when I first wrote this I killed Shawn but Lassie didn’t like that too much so he threw me into a holding cell with five beefy pervy old guys and I caved like a little bitch. Anyway, please, please, please give me some song suggestions because I suck at this angst stuff.
-Squeedle