Thud, slap.
Thud, slap.
"Shawn?"
Thud, slap.
"Shawn!"
Thud, slap.
"Shawn!"
Thud, slap.
"Could you please-"
Thud, slap.
"-stop? I'm trying to-"
Thud, slap.
"-finish my presentation."
Thud, slap.
"Shawn! Stop throwing that stupid ball against the wall. This presentation has to be finished by Friday."
"You've got, like, the whole week to finish! Oh, I know!" Thud, slap. "You could use the Super-smeller to find out what that nasty smell is in the office. It has seriously been pungent in here the past week. It just won't go away."
Thud, slap.
"That smell would be that tray of pineapple cupcakes you thought would be a good idea."
"And they would have been if my new Easy Bake Oven hadn't spontaneously combusted." Shawn gave Gus a knowing look.
"For the last time, I did not touch your stupid- forget it. Put. The ball. Down, Shawn."
Shawn sighed heavily as he dropped the ball and watched it roll across his desk. He lifted his eyes from the ball and looked at his best friend.
"Fine, Gus. But now that you have taken away my only form of entertainment, I have chosen you as a replacement. Annd....Go!" Shawn ordered seriously.
"What part of 'finish my presentation' don't you understand?" Gus was visibly irritated. Shawn unsuccessfully tried to hide the smile that had started to spread across his face. This was way better than wall-ball.
"I dunno. It could be the 'finish'. Maybe it's the 'presentation'." Shawn got up and made his way over to Gus' desk. "But really, the 'my' is a tricky little-" He was cut off.
"Shawn!" Gus yelled. "I can't handle this right now. This presentation is going to make or brake the promotion that was offered to me. So-" Gus stopped as Shawn sat down next to the laptop on his desk.
"I don't know why you keep working on this 'side project'. I mean-"
"My real job, Shawn," Gus said loudly, gathering his things. Shawn's face fell as he realized that Gus was leaving. He quickly stood up and walked back to his own desk.
"Aw, c'mon Gus-buddy! You're not seriously mad, are you?" Shawn tried, sitting down in his chair.
"Yes, I am. I refuse to sit here and be an object of distraction from your boredom yet again. This is important to me and I will do everything in may power to get the promotion. This means we are no longer taking on cases until I do get the promotion. Understand?"
Shawn stared at his best friend in disbelief. He scoffed, anger rising.
"Promoted to what, an even bigger kiss-ass who sits at a desk all day and twiddles his thumbs? As if your job isn't boring enough," Shawn said, picking the discarded ball back up. He leaned back in his chair and rolled the ball around in his hand.
"Goodbye, Shawn," said Gus.
He stormed out of the office, slamming the door to emphasize his point. Shawn cringed, the sighed as he dropped the ball back onto the desk. He leaned forward and started to drum his fingers on the edge of the desk. He sighed heavier as he dropped his arms and started to swivel in his chair.
"UGH!" he cried as he jumped up. "Screw you, Gus!"
Shawn grabbed his helmet and made sure to slam the door on his way out. If Gus could do it, so could he.