Shawn let out an aggravated sigh as he was feeling more then tempted to hit the computer sitting in front of him.
“What’s wrong now, Shawn?” Gus asked, slightly annoyed. His best friend had been in a sort of funk since he met up with him at the Psych office. At first he was sympathetic to it, but now, after not knowing the reason and having it be what felt like the millionth time of asking, he was frustrated.
“This stupid game. Doesn’t make any sense. Ok, I mean, who says you can’t use change to do math. Remember we did it in Mrs. Limbeck’s second grade class? Jeez, this game has no logic, and a pen has a button, when it’s the clicky kind that is.” Shawn sat very irritated as he closed his laptop. He quickly got out of his chair and went to grab his jacket and helmet.
“Where you going?” Gus asked as he stood up with his friend.
“Out.” Was Shawn’s only response as he exited the building and went to hop on his motorcycle. Gus watched as he pulled out of the lot and onto the road more recklessly than usual.
“What is going on with you, Shawn?” Gus asked the air as he went and grabbed his keys and went out the door. Something was going on with his friend and he was going to find out what the heck it was, even if he had to go to the person whom Shawn would kill him for visiting. Henry was the last resort though. Right now he was going to follow Shawn for a bit and corner him enough to just talk to him. He didn’t care what it took.
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Gus followed Shawn for about forty-five minutes before coming to a field where Shawn suddenly stopped his bike and got off. Gus followed suit and the moment he got out of the car he was met by an angry Shawn.
“Why did you follow me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Something’s going on with you, Shawn, and I want to know what it is. You’ve been acting completely off all day.” Gus told him, ignoring the angry glare he was getting.
“You want to know? Gus, you really don’t want to know.” Shawn told him, seeming shocked by Gus’s question.
“Yes, I do. Shawn, if you’re in trouble you have to at least tell me if no one else.” Gus told him, knowing full well that his father was most likely the last person he’d go to if he were in trouble.
“I’m not in trouble.” Shawn mumbled as he turned from his friend and started walking.
“Then what are you, what’s going on?” Gus asked, but he received no answer.