Lizzy's Point of View

As we sit down to eat breakfast, Shawn gets a phone call. Shawn mouths "Be right back" and starts to hurry out of the tiny diner.

"Gus, how in the world are you in on this?" I ask him. Gus stares at the omelet on his large beige colored plate. He doesn't answer me for a few seconds. "Gus?" I ask again.

"You know how it is. Shawn just has this way of convincing people. I'm his best friend and you weren't here to stop me, were you? Besides, if you hadn't gone to New York, this probably never would have happened," Gus explains. I sit still for a moment and shoot Gus a glare across the table.

"So, this is my fault?" I ask Gus and Gus shakes his head.

"No, I just wouldn't have gotten into this mess if you hadn't left. You have been the voice of reason. You stand up against Shawn's crazy ideas. I needed you here and you were gone when I needed you the most!" Gus cries out loudly causing some of the restaurant to stop and look at us.

"Gus, why didn't you call me? You could have come to New York or I could have come back. Why was it so hard to say no?" I ask him. Gus fiddles with the napkin in his lap nervously.

"I didn't know what you would do. You were so excited to go live your life in New York and I didn't know if you still really worried about Santa Barbara or even really thought about us," he responds and I smile sadly at him.

"Gus, I would have come back to help with something like that," I say. Gus looks up at me and shrugs.

"I figured you would say that once you found out," he says softly, "I should have just called you."

"Honestly, starting a detective agency with your best friend wasn't the worst mistake you could make, Gus," I say, "You'll have memories to last you a lifetime and you'll probably be doing this for the rest of your life." Gus nods with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, you're right about that. But, it still means I can get into a lot of trouble. I don't know that I like that aspect of it," he responds, "I only like to do something if I know exactly how it's going to turn out."

"And this is why you and I are related," I say causing Gus to smirk at me a little bit. He digs into his omelet quickly. I smile as I eat my French toast.

"Anything else I should know about?" I ask. Gus shakes his head and as he does that, Shawn reenters the restaurant.

"We gotta go. Chief Vick wants us down at the station. They found a dead body in a dumpster and need their favorite psychic on the scene," Shawn says nonchalantly. I put some money down to pay for my food and the waitress comes up to collect it. Shawn starts to flirt with the waitress and Gus swipes at the tip of nose like he does when he is trying to be cool. I roll my eyes and start walking towards the door causing the two boys to run after me. 

"What was that about?" Gus asks, clearly irritated. 

"It doesn't seem very professional to keep the Chief of Police waiting," I respond as I get into the passenger seat of the car without any consent from either of the boys. Gus gets into the driver's seat and Shawn sits in the back, "Besides, flicking your nose at girls you think is cute just makes them internally raise an eyebrow." Gus raises an eyebrow at me. 

"I'm surprised you haven't noticed it before now. What did you do to tell Chris that you were trying to be cool?" he asks in a challenging voice. 

"I was too shy to try to be cool around him. Cool was not my forte," I reply as Gus starts to back out of his parking space. Shawn starts to get impatient in the backseat. 

"Can we stop arguing about coolness factors and get going? The Chief is waiting on us!" Shawn whines loudly. Gus pulls the shifter into drive and steps on the gas quickly causing Shawn and I to lurch forward in our seats. 

"Burton Guster!! Don't drive like a maniac, this isn't a life or death situation," I squeak. Shawn groans from the backseat, 

"You don't know that, Lizzy. Everytime Lassie denies me a gun, it's a life and death situation. Most of the time people get murdered in our cases and if the killer can strike once, who says they won't strike again!" Gus shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. 

"You agree with him?" I ask Gus. He does the smallest nod that I've ever seen. 

"Sometimes our main suspect gets killed and that's always a problem," Shawn speaks up from the back again. 

"Oh! To your case or to the person who just died?" I ask. 

"I've heard it both ways," Shawn replies nonchalantly. 

"Excuse me?" I ask sassily. 

"I've heard it both ways," Shawn repeats and I roll my eyes. 

"What does he mean by he's heard it both ways?" I ask Gus. 

"In all honesty, he's probably heard it both ways. He's seen it from both perspectives," Gus explains and I turn around to glare at Shawn. Shawn raises his hands up in innocence. 

"I was just telling the truth, Liz. I promise. When would I ever lie to you?" Shawn asks and immediately, I begin to remember a time. 

Flashback- Lizzy, Gus, and Shawn are in the middle of their senior year of high school. 

I stand up in the bleachers, cheering on Chris as he kicks the football into the end zone, scoring another touchdown for Santa Barbara High. Applause ripples through the student section of the bleachers as everyone cheers at the top of their lungs for my boyfriend. Chris pumps his fists in the air, despite the fact that he's not supposed to and runs toward the crowd. One of my friends next to me bumps my shoulder. 

"Run down there and hug him!" she urges quietly. 

"Tracy! Not in front of everyone! I'll congratulate him later," I respond. 

"Liz, every girl in the entire high school has eyes for your boy. Go out there and show them who he belongs to," Tracy urges me. She starts to push me toward the concrete walkway. 

"He's a human being. He's free to do whatever he wishes. I don't own him," I say. Tracy rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed huff.  

"Guess it's your funeral then, Taylor," she says before walking back to her seat, "I would have gone down and kissed him fair and square on the lips in front of the entire school and some of their parents." 

"You also were holding hands with Shawn Spencer last week, practically skipping down the hallway," I reason. Tracy crosses her arms. 

"He wanted to go get slushies or something after school and better him than some of the other dorks on campus," Tracy protests. 

"He's better in your eyes than in mine," I say quietly. Tracy rolls her eyes and leans her head on my shoulder. 

"I enjoy hanging out with you. Even if you're kind of a wimp when it comes to your romantic life," she says quietly. I chuckle softly. 

"You don't know that. Just because I stay away from PDA doesn't mean I don't enjoy romance," I say, "I really like Chris and the stuff that he does but, I never kissed him." 

"Like not even on the cheek?" Tracy asks in complete shock. 

"No, not even on the cheek. I'm not a very affectionate person. You know this," I answer. Tracy groans and rolls her eyes.  

"You should at least kiss him sometime. Otherwise, some other girl will. Believe you me," she says. The two of us continue to watch the game, cheering when our team wins. I run down the steps and find Shawn and Gus standing at the base of them. Tracy hurries over to the two boys to talk to them. I hurry off to find Chris. As soon as he sees me, he lifts me up off the ground and twirls me around in the air. I feel a small gasp escape me as his strong hands grip my waist. 

"Congratulations!!" I say with a huge smile on my face. His grip on my waists tighten as he pulls me closer to him. 

"Thank you. You wanna go out and celebrate somewhere?" he asks with a huge grin on his face. 

"What did you have in mind?" I ask and his hands move away from my waist to either side of my face. His forehead leans up against mine. 

"How does ice cream sound?" he asks and I smile. 

"I would like that very much," I whisper. Our faces are slowly starting to get closer and his lips are gradually moving towards mine. I see him prepare to close the gap when one of the guys grabs Chris' shoulder, pulling him out of the almost kiss. 

"Hey man!" The other player, Rob, calls out. He stops when he sees my slightly disappointed face. Chris quickly saves the conversation from going south. 

"You wanna come with us for ice cream? Whole team can come if they want," he says. Rob grins. 

"Oh, that sounds great!! I would absolutely..you know, I'm gonna go tell the other guys right now," Rob says with a huge grin on his face. I chuckle at Rob as he runs away. Chris turns back to me, 

"Now...where were we?" he asks. I continue chuckling and wave away the thought. 

"Don't worry about it. It's all good. I promise," I say. 

"You're not upset? I know you've never kissed anybody before and..." Chris starts and I nod my head quickly. 

"I'm not. Chris, maybe it just wasn't time yet," I say.  Chris nods his head thoughtfully. 

"I can understand that. Besides, having your first kiss be all planned out by both people would be pretty weird," he agrees. He gently wraps an arm around my waist and walks with me towards the locker room door. 

"I can't go in there," I say, pointing to the sign on the door. Chris lets out a little laugh and lets go of my waist. 

"Meet you at McConnell's?" Chris asks. 

"That's kind of expensive," I remind him and he shrugs. 

"I'll pay for it. It's what any good boyfriend would do," Chris says before turning around and walking into the locker room. I smile and watch him walk away. 

"So, we're coming for the ice cream date right?" Tracy asks, scaring me from behind. I jump and turn around to face her. 

"Tracy! Stop spying on me!" I cry. Gus sighs and walks over. 

"She's got a hot ice cream date!" Tracy cheers. 

"The whole football team is coming, Trace. It's not an exclusive date or anything," I say. 

"Care if we join you?" Gus asks, gently placing a hand on Tracy's shoulder. 

"I don't mind as long as Chris is okay with it," I respond. Chris walks out of the locker room and right over to me. He slings an arm over my shoulder and nods to the others. 

"Hey, Tracy, Gus, and Shawn!" Chris greets, giving Tracy a side hug, and shaking Gus and Shawn's hands. 

"Hi, Chris! Let me cut straight to chase, do you care if the three of us tag along to this ice cream social you cooked up a few minutes ago?" Tracy asks. Shawn and Gus are chattering about something in the background about something unimportant. 

"Yeah. As long as you're okay with the football crowd and the trouble that brings," Chris replies. 

"Oh, trust me. We can handle all the different kinds of trouble," Shawn says, breaking into the conversation.  Chris chuckles and keeps his arm slung over my shoulder. 

"Alright then. We'll see you guys at McConnell's!"  Chris says and the two of us start walking towards his car. 

"Wait," I hear Gus say in his slightly freaked out voice, "McConnells?? That ice cream place that's kind of expensive??" 

"Calm down, Gus. You brought money, right? I hope you brought money. I'm really craving some Poppin Pineapple," Shawn responds. 

"I can help pitch in too. If it's a problem," Tracy offers. Gus, being the good gentleman he is, and more so because of the fact that he's kind of jealous that Shawn and Tracy kind of like each other but aren't doing much about it, denies her request. I don't get to hear the rest of the conversation because Chris is opening the passenger side door for me. 

"Thanks," I say as I flop into the car in a very unladylike manner. Thank goodness, Chris has gotten used to this. Chris starts driving and he reaches over for my hand when his isn't on the shifter. We talk about the game and how it all went so well on the drive over. Once we park, I see Gus holding open the car door for Tracy and then holding the door open for her again so she could walk into the ice cream parlor. Tracy catches my glance and flashes a huge smile in my direction. I smile back as Chris opens the car door for me. Shawn climbs out of the back of Gus' car and smiles at me, 

"Hey," he says casually and I completely ignore him. 

"Hey, Spencer," Chris says, engaging in conversation with Shawn when I clearly won't. I tune out the boys' conversation and walk into the ice cream shop. Tracy and Gus are snuggled up in a booth towards the back, her head on his shoulder and his arm draped over her shoulders. 

"Hi," I say and the two quickly pull apart from their snuggling, "What are you so afraid of? I have a boyfriend. It's not like I don't snuggle with him or anything." Gus straightens his collar and looks super nervous. 

"Liz, look behind you," he says. A man is holding a pistol and I can feel it press right into my back. I take a deep breath to try to steady the nerves. Gus opens his mouth in a silent scream and Tracy quickly slaps her hand over his mouth to keep him from actually screaming. Somehow he manages to fight away from her hand and starts to run to the door, holding Tracy's hand in his. 

"Gus!" Tracy shouts, trying to keep him calms. 

"HE'S GONNA KILL HER!! HE'S GONNA KILL LIZ!!!!" Gus shouts, completely losing his cool. Chris and Shawn both hear the commotion of Gus yanking on the door handle in panic. Tracy grabs his shoulders and turns him around to look her in the eye. 

"Burton Guster, look me in the eye and calm down," Tracy instructs. Gus takes a deep breath and tries to keep from screaming as the man nudges me closer to the table with the gun pressed into my back. 

"Step away and you and all of your friends will die," The man hisses in my ear. 

"What is this about?" I ask quietly and I hear the safety click off on the gun, "Okay. I get it. No more questions." I hear Tracy continuing her pep talk. 

"Gus, go save your cousin. This crook was too stupid to lock the door. I'm going to get the other two boys in here and somehow, we'll get help," she finishes. Tracy quickly kisses his cheek and then shoves him in my direction. Gus shifts nervously in his place. He cracks his knuckles and prepares to throw a punch at the intruder. How is no one else noticing what is happening? The bell on the door jingles as Tracy hurries out to get Shawn and Chris. At least my football player of a boyfriend will be able to help more than Gus will. 

Except, I'm dead wrong. Chris is lying on the ground unconscious outside. Shawn rushes in and he starts shouting as soon as he understands the situation, 

"HEY!! WE COULD REALLY USE SOME HELP OVER HERE!! COULD SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE COPS???" No one moves. Gus walks over to one of the people and starts to scream when he notices that the person is dead. 

"No one's calling the cops. All of the patrons are dead except for the people in the kitchen," The man with the gun pressed into my back says, "They're not going to have a clue about what to do." 

"Why kill people? Murderers always get caught," Shawn reasons. Tracy sits Gus down in a chair and starts talking to him. 

"If you don't shut up, she'll be next," the man says gesturing to me. Shawn quiets down almost immediately.  

"Besides, murder is messy. Why do that when you could just hold hostages? What's your game here? This is a very upstage ice cream shop. You have no reason to rob it," Tracy cuts in. The man grips my arm tighter. 

"Tracy!" I squeak and Shawn grabs a chair and smashes it down on his head. The gun man yells in rage and gets up ready to shoot Shawn. The man's yell bring Gus back to reality and he raises an empty glass in the air and smashes it over his head, finishing the deed that Shawn had started. Shawn holds out his hand for a fist bump but, Gus ignores him. Spotting a landline, he sprints over to it and dials the police. I move away from the man slumped down on the floor and gasp when I see a gun being held to Gus's head as he's talking on the phone. 

"Put down the phone and tell them everything's fine," the employee snarls. 

"What's going on here?" I whisper to Shawn and he shrugs. 

"Give me a few minutes," he whispers reaching down and pulling the gun out of the unconscious man's hand. 

"Murder? Really? What good is that going to do you? Murder's messy, man. You have to find somewhere to hide the dead bodies or destroy them. Bottom line: Don't murder people. Especially cute girls," Shawn says flashing Tracy and I each a wink. Tracy giggles a little bit and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. 

"You really shouldn't murder my boyfriend," Tracy says, "Otherwise, I might have to murder you back." 

"What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Am I going to have to murder somebody to be cool?" Shawn asks. 

"NO!" Everyone except the employee and the unconscious gunman says. Shawn clicks the safety off of the gun and I reach over to grab his hand. 

"What are you doing?" I hiss, grabbing at his hand. Shawn raises an eyebrow suggestively and I actually roll my eyes this time. 

"Watch and be amazed. I have a feeling we can cause quite the distraction if we..." Shawn trails off as he peers through the scope of the small revolver. I can see that it is aimed some where over by the employee. From what Michael told me when he was alive, Shawn is an extremely good shot. He's probably not going to miss. At least not by much if he does. 

"Shawn, don't shoot him!!!" I yelp. Shawn shoots next to the employee and breaks the window. The employee and Gus both fall to the ground. Gus stands up but, he's being held by the scruff of his neck by the strong hand of the employee. 

"You are a stupid stupid little boy," The employee insults Shawn. 

"Mmm, I prefer the term impulsive but, my dad tells me that I make some stupid decisions," Shawn reasons," Now you should tell me what's hidden behind the secret panel in the wall. My guess is that it's either drugs, company secrets or counterfeit money. All kinds of people would pay big bucks for any of the three." I watch as the man drops his gun. 

"Wow, Shawn!" Tracy gushes, "I never noticed that there was a secret panel behind the wall."  A few minutes later, sirens begin to wail. Henry Spencer rushes in with his pistol drawn yelling at the man to put his hands on his head. A young detective with a dark mustache yanks the unconscious man to his feet and hauls him out to a police cruiser. Henry shoots the four of us kids a dark glare as he marches the employee out to a separate cruiser. 

"You know if you had been in here this whole time, you could have prevented that whole mess," Gus says angrily. 

"I agree with Gus," I say and Tracy shoots me a hurt look. 

"But, how was Shawn supposed to know?" she asks sadly, "At least give him some grace." 

"If what my brother told me about you is true, Spencer. You should have seen that coming and been able to stop it," I snap before walking outside. I get ready to walk home when I feel the hand of Henry Spencer grab me. Shawn and the other three are right on my tail. 

"Whoa whoa whoa, Lizzy. Where do you think you're going?" Henry asks. Henry also puts out a hand to Gus, "Give me your keys. I'll give em back to ya once we've gotten what we need from you." Shawn starts to sneak away but, Henry grabs the back of his shirt roughly. 

"Daaaaadddd!" Shawn whines, "Also, if you leave now, you're going to be missing some major things in there." Henry gives Shawn an annoyed look. 

"Don't hold information from me, kid. That could get you in bigger trouble than I think you care to be in," he says angrily. 

"The other patrons are all dead. Not entirely sure how, but somebody definitely got stabbed and died. Don't know about everyone else. There's also a panel that will open on the wall behind the cash register. Something's behind there and it is whatever this group of men are smuggling or selling," Shawn says. Henry shoves the four of us into a police cruiser and locks us inside. 

"Can't one of us sit up front and I'm pretty sure that this is not up to police code," Tracy complains. Gus carefully slips his arm up around her shoulders to reassure her. 

"It'll get better. I promise. Henry's a fast investigator. We'll have our statements and be back here in no time," he says kindly. Tracy hums her approval and leans her head on his shoulder. A few moments later, Henry reemerges from the ice cream parlor. I gasp as I see Chris being hauled into an ambulance. 

"He's fine, Lizzy," Henry reassures me when he hears my gasp, "Someone hit him over the head pretty good but, he'll live and be just fine." 

"Thank you, Henry," I say kindly. A few minutes later, the four of us are walking around the SBPD. The last time I was in here was the night that Michael was in his car accident. It was a terrible evening. Thankfully, this one isn't the same. I'm traumatized by what happened but, it's a different kind of traumatized. People hurry around me and some of the officers that know me hug me and ask if I'm okay. There are some really sweet people around here that really looked out for me. After giving our statements, we are free to go. Gus and Tracy both hurry out and leave without thinking about Shawn and I. 

"I have a question for you," I say to Shawn.

"I'm all ears," Shawn responds. 

"What happened to Chris?" I ask. Shawn thinks for a moment and shrugs. 

"You know, I don't know. I went next door to the comic book shop," Shawn starts, "and when I came back, Chris was on the ground and Tracy was shouting for help."  

"Hmmmm. So, the gunman hit him?" I ask Shawn. 

"I guess, yeah," Shawn responds. A couple minutes later, Chris walks in the door with a crooked smile on his face. 

"Hey, Liz,"  Chris says, walking over to me. He glares at Shawn, "Not happy about what you did, Spencer. I still don't understand how you hit me hard enough to give me a minor head injury." 

"What?" I gasp out loud. Now it's my turn to glare at Shawn, "You lied!!!" 

"Lizzy, I didn't...." Shawn starts to explain. 

"Don't even try. There's absolutely nothing that justifies that. See you never, Spencer," I say and I walk out of the police station with Chris's arm around me, leaving behind an angry and very stunned Shawn Spencer. 

That was the day my hatred for Shawn Spencer began. To this day, I remember that night. The only reason I tried to become friends with him before we went to college was because it seemed a little petty to be so nasty to him and Gus didn't like that I hated him so much. 

"You lied to me in the middle of our senior year of high school and to be honest with you, I'm still a little upset about it," I explain. Gus rolls his eyes and finds a spot to park in a parking garage near the Santa Barbara Police Department. Once we park, the three of us get out of the car and start to walk toward the police station. 

"Just so you know, the police don't exactly know that I'm not a psychic. So don't say anything," Shawn informs me.

"How mad will you be if I do?" I ask. 

"I'll face jail time," Gus says angrily. 

"Alright, I won't tell. Let's just see what the Chief wants," I say. The three of us cross the street, me in between the two boys. Once we walk into the police station, I take a look around. Absolutely nothing has changed about it. Except that I don't think Henry Spencer is still working here but, I could be wrong. A tall brown haired, kind looking police officer smiles at the three of us. 

"Hey, guys! What's going on? And care to introduce me to the newest member of Psych?" he asks. 

"I'm not..." I start to say but Shawn cuts me off. 

"This is Elizabeth Taylor but, her friends call her Lizzy if you get what I mean," Shawn says with a smirk. I roll my eyes and elbow Shawn. 

"Wait, so do I call you Elizabeth or Lizzy?" The poor officer obviously doesn't understand where Shawn took that and is super confused. 

"Either will do," I say, "And you are?"

"Police Officer Buzz McNabb," the kind police officer says. The two of us shake hands right as two smartly dressed detectives step out of an office. One is tall and has salt n pepper hair with a stern and serious expression on his face while the other detective is of medium height, has blonde hair and seems a bit more friendly than the other detective. Her hair is pinned up and she is wearing a sweater with a skirt that stops shortly above her knees. Both detectives seem surprised to see me. 

"Alright, Spencer. Who have you exposed to your crappy methods of solving a crime?" The salt n pepper detective asks. 

"He hasn't exposed me to anything crappy, Detective..." I start to say. 

"Lassiter. Detective Carlton Lassiter and who are you? The newest member of Spencer and Guster's litte entourage?" Lassiter asks me. 

"I'm Elizabeth Taylor, cousin to Burton Guster," I say offering my hand. He doesn't shake it and the female detective nudges him. 

"I'm Detective Juliet O'Hara," she introduces after a minute. 

"She's the good cop to Lassie's bad cop," Shawn says and I nod understandingly. 

"I can see that," I say and Juliet grins at me. 

"Could I maybe show Elizabeth around?" Juliet asks to the general public. No one seems to object so Juliet nods her head and I follow her deeper into the department. 

"So, what exactly am I getting myself into?" I ask as Juliet leads us over to her desk. 

"Even if I don't really know," Juliet says as she pulls up a chair for me to sit in. She sits down in her desk chair and moves her desktop to the side so we can talk. 

"So, why'd you bring me back here?" I ask kindly. 

"I just wanted to welcome you because I know that while Shawn and Gus are going to try their hardest. They might get you on peoples' bad sides. I just wanted to get to know you for you," Juliet says as she crosses one leg over the other, "Besides, it's nice to have another woman in on this besides the Chief. The other female officers don't really do much around here with Shawn and Gus. So, tell me a little bit about yourself." 

"Well, I'm a journalist in New York with the Times. I grew up here in Santa Barbara with Shawn and Gus. I moved to go to college in New York and I just fell in love with it. I came back because my parents were in a bad car crash and Shawn thinks it might not have been an accident," I say. 

"Why does he think that?" Juliet asks. 

"You know who Michael Taylor is, the cop who had some extra training in certain areas? More intelligence areas?" I ask and Juliet nods.

"We call him the Super Cop. He died when Henry Spencer was still working here, didn't he?" Juliet asks and I nod. 

"He did. Michael was my older brother," I say quietly. Juliet nearly drops the piece of paper that she was moving. 

"Excuse me?" she asks. 

"Yes and those are my parents in the hospital," I say. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing and see my cousin and his best friend come running over to me. 

"Liz, there was a dead body down in a dumpster. You in?" Shawn asks quickly. Gus shoots him a glare. 

"Don't feel like you have to, but if you want to see how we operate, you can come along while we investigate the dumpster with the detectives. I know you need to get to your parents though," Gus says, trying to sympathize with my situation. Juliet stands up from her desk. 

"Personally, I would go check out the case. Their methods of crime solving are entertaining to see the least, Elizabeth," she says before walking away. I sigh. 

"Can we please go check on my parents?" I ask, "It doesn't have to be long, I promise." Shawn rolls his eyes and Gus nudges him with his shoulder. 

"Go with Juliet or Lassiter. Liz and I will be down there soon. Just go with one of them," Gus says. Shawn starts running after Juliet calling her name or a nickname for her. Gus and I hurry out to his car. I prepare to open the passenger seat door when I notice that there is glass absolutely everywhere inside and outside of the car. A note lays on the seat. It reads:

Don't make assumptions you can't prove to be true.

"Gus!! I think you and Shawn have another case to solve," I say quietly. 

AN:/ Yay! I did it! I'm back from the writing dead too! Thanks to everyone who reads this. I apologize for how long this chapter is. I just kept writing and writing it. I have a lot of like reading class work that has to get done this year so, I apologize for the lack of updates. I'll get better at balancing it as the school year goes on. You are all wonderful for reading this book and staying with this. I might be posting a new book about Selah Dixon and a Newsies oneshot among some other things in the future so, keep your eyes peeled for those. Special thanks to DaydreamShimmer and theultimateslayer for reading and loving this book. Your support specifically means a lot to me. Also shoutout to my fellow Psychos who read this book, I appreciate your support too. Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting on this chapter. I love reading the funny comments and just seeing you guys interact with and enjoy the story. Psychos and non-Psychos, how am I doing with character development and personalities? There are some things that there might be less of just because I'm a Christian and I don't want to write a lot of or any of something into my story so, with that in mind, how am I doing? Am I still portraying the characters well? Are there some areas I could do better in? Non-Psychos, how you feeling? Are things making sense and do you feel like you are getting to know the characters despite the fact that you haven't seen the show? Btw, Tracy is not in the show. She's an OC I made up and ya might want to remember her. :) Chris is also not in the show either. Everyone else is except for Elizabeth but, you guys all knew that already. Thanks again for reading, commenting, and voting!! See you around, friends!!

-Aisling