New chapter! I love this song. I'm going through a ridiculous phase for A Fine Frenzy. This song has an amazing music video on deviant art too. You guys should go look at it. Allison Sudol is adorable. XD She also owns this song, not me.

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss.

It's electric twist, it's electric twist.

He says don't think don't talk.

Don't think.

Don't think don't talk.

Don't think.

Don't think don't talk.

But I don't think I want to.

Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks yeah.

-Electric Twist by A Fine Frenzy

"Just one date, Jules. I swear. If you feel too awkward or something, you can go and I won't ask you out again until you're ready." Shawn sounds so sincere. A blush catches my cheeks unaware and, in a spur of the moment decision, I say yes. Why not, right? It doesn't take a psychic to know that we have feelings for each other. I'd even go so far as to say that we may be meant for each other. And now that Abigail is out of the way, maybe it's finally the right timing for us.

"Pick me up at six?" I ask coyly, smiling in a way that he knows is just for him. He grins and punches the air in that very Shawn Spencer way.

"Breakfast Club?" I ask knowingly.

"Oh yeah," he nods and holds his hand out for a fist bump. I oblige.

"I've got to get back to work, but I'll see you later, Shawn," I say.

"See ya at six, Jules," he ruffles my hair affectionately and practically bounces out of the police station.

I feel like a giddy teenager as I head back to my desk. My good mood appears to be infectious. I'm greeted happily by Buzz and the chief before the day is up. Even Lassiter seems to be pleasant. When I ask him why, he tells me that he got a new issue of a gun magazine. Odd, but who am I to judge? Life is easier when Carlton is happy.

At five o clock sharp, I clock out and rush home. I slip into the new orange sundress I'd bought and make sure that my hair falls in the wavy curls that I know Shawn likes. My doorbell rings as I apply chapstick (since all lip gloss does is annoy me and stick to my hair.) I hurry to answer it, the excitement building up in me. I can't hold back a grin as I swing the door open and see Shawn standing on the stoop. His face echoes mine, possibilities radiating out of his expression.

I know it's probably a bad idea, but I've been waiting four years for a moment like this. I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him gently. Nothing more than a friendly peck. But I don't expect the intense reaction that I feel from it. The second my lips meet his, a sudden shock of electricity rushes through my veins, warming them. I can feel the effects of it lingering in my body even after I pull away from him. Shawn looks down at me, pleasantly surprised.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for that?" he asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him.

I don't wait to find out. Instead, I pull him down to me and kiss him again, letting it last this time. His fingers find their way into my curls, pulling me even closer to him.

It may be an understatement to say, but I think this date was a good idea.