Road Trip (challenge 28)
Author: phoenix39
Title: Road Trip
Challenge: 28 - Road Trip
Word Count: 389
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shawn and Gus
Warnings: Some mild innuendo
Summary: Shawn tries to convince Gus to on a road trip.
“Come on, Gus. Let me drive.”
“You must be out of your damn mind.”
“But Gus...”
“No, Shawn. Every time I let you drive, we wind up some place entirely different.”
“And for good reason.”
“Like what?”
“Like every time you refuse to go someplace and I take you there we both end up having fun and you know it.”
“Oh yeah? What about the Mexican border?”
“I didn't know you needed a passport to get in to Mexico. You don't for Canada.”
“What about the concert in Syracuse?”
“The concert in Syracuse was a blast. Don't you dare deny it.”
“What about the Wicker case?”
“I told you to never bring up the Wicker case ever again.”
“Shawn, where do you want to take us?”
“Oh, not far. Just on a little road trip.”
“Road trip? Shawn, we don't have time to go on a damn road trip. And what makes you think I would consider going a road trip without packing a toothbrush? Or my Claritin. You know I have allergies, Shawn."
“Gus, think about it. It'll be fun. Just hitting the road with no destination in mind, just the clothes on our backs and going a couple days without showering or shaving. I'd sure like to see how long your hair will get.”
Shawn attempted a snatch at the keys.
“I will slap you, Shawn.”
“Sleeping in The Blueberry,” Shawn continued “under the stars.”
“You're still insistent on naming my car The Blueberry?”
“What better name than The Blueberry?”
“Shawn, I don't name my cars. I'm not sixteen anymore.”
“Ohh,” Shawn gasped. “How about Your Mom?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your Mom is a perfect name for a car. I'm going to take Your Mom for a ride.”
“Shawn!”
“Your Mom is making a funny noise.”
“Shut up, Shawn. I'm not naming my car--”
“Your Mom just got nailed up the--”
“SHAWN!”
Shawn stopped and starred at Gus for a few seconds then made a second attempt at snatching the keys. This time, with success. Shawn ran toward the blue Yaris and clicked it open, jumping behind the driver's seat.
“SHAWN!” Gus screamed again.
“Come on, buddy. We'll have a blast!”
Title: Road Trip
Challenge: 28 - Road Trip
Word Count: 389
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shawn and Gus
Warnings: Some mild innuendo
Summary: Shawn tries to convince Gus to on a road trip.
“Come on, Gus. Let me drive.”
“You must be out of your damn mind.”
“But Gus...”
“No, Shawn. Every time I let you drive, we wind up some place entirely different.”
“And for good reason.”
“Like what?”
“Like every time you refuse to go someplace and I take you there we both end up having fun and you know it.”
“Oh yeah? What about the Mexican border?”
“I didn't know you needed a passport to get in to Mexico. You don't for Canada.”
“What about the concert in Syracuse?”
“The concert in Syracuse was a blast. Don't you dare deny it.”
“What about the Wicker case?”
“I told you to never bring up the Wicker case ever again.”
“Shawn, where do you want to take us?”
“Oh, not far. Just on a little road trip.”
“Road trip? Shawn, we don't have time to go on a damn road trip. And what makes you think I would consider going a road trip without packing a toothbrush? Or my Claritin. You know I have allergies, Shawn."
“Gus, think about it. It'll be fun. Just hitting the road with no destination in mind, just the clothes on our backs and going a couple days without showering or shaving. I'd sure like to see how long your hair will get.”
Shawn attempted a snatch at the keys.
“I will slap you, Shawn.”
“Sleeping in The Blueberry,” Shawn continued “under the stars.”
“You're still insistent on naming my car The Blueberry?”
“What better name than The Blueberry?”
“Shawn, I don't name my cars. I'm not sixteen anymore.”
“Ohh,” Shawn gasped. “How about Your Mom?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your Mom is a perfect name for a car. I'm going to take Your Mom for a ride.”
“Shawn!”
“Your Mom is making a funny noise.”
“Shut up, Shawn. I'm not naming my car--”
“Your Mom just got nailed up the--”
“SHAWN!”
Shawn stopped and starred at Gus for a few seconds then made a second attempt at snatching the keys. This time, with success. Shawn ran toward the blue Yaris and clicked it open, jumping behind the driver's seat.
“SHAWN!” Gus screamed again.
“Come on, buddy. We'll have a blast!”