Hey guys! New story! Yay!

This is going to be alternating first person, which I haven't tried yet, but I'm very excited about it. It will also be semi-long. Shorter than most of mine, but still pretty long. Ten chapters maybe. I don't really know. I guess we'll find out, won't we?

I really hope you enjoy it! :D

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I blame it on my dad.

You may wonder "Hmm, what does this nice, incredibly attractive young man with the fantastic hair blame on his father?" Well, the answer to that would be everything. Absolutely everything.

But that's not the point right now. Right now I am talking about the fact that I am stupidly, emotionally stunted. I mean, who else can I blame that on? Gus? No. This is textbook psychology-a fact, by the way, that I hate. I hate being textbook. Those things have way too many pages. Anyways, my dad never showed affection to me, which screwed me up so I have trouble showing affection, blah blah blah. Basically I have daddy issues.

Okay, so I'm getting off track. Must be my ADD acting up. Anyways, if you haven't been able to guess, this entire little rant has basically just been a way for me to introduce my problems with one Detective Juliet O'Hara.

Maybe you've heard of her, but if you haven't, I'll give you the run down. She's pretty much this gorgeous, kick-ass detective that sure knows a lot about the eighties. AKA, my dream girl.

Now, I know what you're thinking: I'm this sleek, smart, sly, funny, ruggedly handsome guy, so why have I had issues getting the girl? Well, check the intro. I'm emotionally stunted. And, for as smart as I am, I'm incredibly stupid.

Allow me to explain.

I'm one of those guys that dates a lot of girls. Not at one time, just in general. I flirt a lot, I date casually, and I avoid serious relationships.

Exhibit A: Abigail Lytar. In high school I had the biggest crush on her. I flirted for like, fifteen million years. And what did I do when she finally agreed to go with me? I chickened out. I stood her up. Like an idiot.

Exhibit B: Juliet O'Hara. I've been totally in love with her for like, five years. Here's where I'll stress emotionally stunted: I didn't realize it. I thought she was just another girl. By the time I finally realized it and decided to act on it, I was too late. About two minutes too late, actually. So I lost her. Like an idiot.

But then good ole Jules turned the tables. She kissed me. We're talking some serious first base action. I mean, I was so shocked I didn't really kiss back, but is that really my fault? She basically pounced on me.

So that brings us to the beginning of the story. Juliet had a boyfriend—an incredibly rich boyfriend with a really cool name—and was about to go on this once in a lifetime trip to the Amalfi coast. And me? I was sitting at home pining over the girl that I was too stupid to get.

Then my dad gave me a pep talk. "Tell her. Tell her now. Tell her five minutes from now. She goes off to Italy with a guy who's rich, who's crazy about her, she ain't coming back with any doubts."

As much as I hated it, and as much as I blame him for my situation, I knew he was right. So, very dramatically, I went down to the station to declare my love for her in what was sure to be a very big way.

She wasn't there. She had already left.

And who did I hear this from? Buzz. I hear from Buzz McNab. So at this point I'm sort of POed at her. I mean, she is dating someone else; she kisses me, then leaves the country with the other guy and doesn't even tell me she's going. I hate to sound like a girl, but seriously?

So at this point in what is bound to be an epic tale, that is where Jules and I stand. Well, where I stand with Jules.

It wasn't much better with Gus. You see, this old case sort of resurfaced because this super cool, kind-of art thief that we locked up wanted to meet with us. His name is Desperaeux. Pierre Desperaeux. Pronounced Des-per-oe. Don't let the x fool you.

Anyways, when I told Gus that Desperaeux wanted to see us, he didn't exactly react in the way that I would have wanted.

"No, Shawn. No way. There is not a chance that I'm going to see that wannabe criminal," He had told me, shaking his head forcefully as he said it.

"Gus, don't be the x-box controller with the broken y button. Of course you're coming with me," I had said in my totally macho, commanding way.

But Gus didn't budge. He absolutely refused to go see Desperaeux in Canada. Something about not wanting to 'miss work to see a deranged, dangerous criminal that would likely strike out violently and the first chance he had'. The wimp. Boy, would he end up feeling bad.

So, in a nutshell, I was fighting with my best friend, pissed at the girl I was in love with, and going all by my lonesome to cold, dark Canada to see a convicted criminal.

Hmmm. That was some good nutshelling. I might even be getting better than Gus.

So I'm in Canada. Surprisingly enough, Desperaeux really isn't important in this story. Well, he is in the way that he's the reason I went to Canada, but not really in anything else. I visited him and he told me about some insane plan he had for me to help him break out of prison. I guess there was some room he could hide out in between the visitor's room and his cell or something. It was the kind of thing I'd be totally hip with if Gus was here, but I was in a bad mood, so I told him that if he tried to hide out in my car I'd call the police. The poor guy seemed pretty beaten up about it, but like I said, he's not too important right now.

Really, our story starts during my drive from the lock up to my hotel. It was probably around five thirty when I got in my car, and the trip was about forty-five minutes.

I had to drive through some really boring scenery before I got to the actual city. Seriously, when I say boring, I mean boring. At least in the boring parts of like, Texas, there are cows and horses and stuff. All there was there were trees. Pretty trees, I'll admit, but a tree is a tree. That is, unless it's an Ent, but that's neither here nor there.

So I was pretty much stoked when I got to the city. It was getting dark by then and all of the buildings were lit up. It was so cool. Unfortunately, traffic was terrible so I had to take a back route. I got lost. I know what you're thinking, "How does a nice, incredibly attractive young man with fantastic hair and hawk-like directional skills get lost?" I wish I could tell you. I guess I was just distracted.

My detour took me into a pretty sketchy neighborhood. There was a dark, creepy alley every like, fifteen feet.

So there I was, minding my own business, harmlessly driving down the road, when something caught my attention. About a half block ahead of me, a large man was dragging a woman by her middle into an alley.

It was the kind of thing where I saw it, blinked, and it was gone. That's how quick it was. I wasn't even sure I saw what I thought I saw. But what was I supposed to do? Ignore it? No, I stopped my car, jumped out, and sprinted heroically down the alley after the man. Like an idiot.

Really, I didn't even think about it. I didn't take a moment to go, "Hey, Shawn! This may not be the best idea. Maybe you should call the police." I just kind of acted instinctively. Like it was a reflex.

Anyways, this particular alley led all the way through to another street, and had a large garage branching off of it. I could have sworn I saw a foot being pulled around the corner and into the garage, so I followed it. Like an idiot.

I turned the corner to the garage, but I never saw the man or the girl. All I saw was a bright flash of light before hearing a loud 'bang'. I was out before I hit the ground.

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Oh! What happened? Oh, wait. I know. *evil laugh * I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. Even though this cliffe won't be resolved for a very long time…

ANYWAYS! Please review! It means a lot! What do you want to see happen? Thanks so much!