Notes: This is going to be a "story" that is actually a bunch of small stories based on songs that came up while my iPod was on shuffle, all of them Shules-oriented. There will be a brief note before every chapter explaining when the story takes place, and anything else that may be relevant. If you have any feedback for any of the chapters, please feel free to leave a review! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Enjoy.

SHULES SHUFFLE

A/N: This first song has kind of a suicidal theme to it that I disregarded because I just don't think Juliet is the type to even consider it. Nevertheless, I love the song so much and I thought it had such good lyrics I decided to use it anyway, and this was the result. This story takes place the night of the season three finale.

It's All Your Fault. P!nk.

It wasn't as thought Juliet had been expecting something different. After all, Shawn Spencer was probably the closest living example of impulsive she'd ever seen, particularly when it came to the people he cared about. She'd seen him charge into a bank hostage situation for Gus, seen him take on a serial killer for his mom. Sensible was not in his vocabulary. So the fact that all that time he'd spent casually flirting with her had been nothing but adolescent fun for him really shouldn't be surprising, except…

Except he'd called her beautiful.

He was all wrong for her. Wasn't he? Sure he was. Irresponsible, unreliable, juvenile, just plain silly. And fun. Boy was he ever fun. Witty. Smart. She'd never be able to introduce him to her big, Scottish family. Her nephews would adore him and everyone else would no doubt think she was nuts. She could always chalk this whole evening up to temporary insanity. It might not even be lying, except for the profound ache in her. He'd really hurt her. She sat in her apartment and thought about just how injured she was. Internal bleeding came to mind. And so did the thought of just how bad it would be to see him again at work. It might be better if she was bleeding out. Now that he was Abigail's. Now that he knew how she felt.

"You never should have called me beautiful," she said out loud, and thought that she couldn't hold her breath waiting for him. She'd run out of air.

Shawn Spencer. She shook her head, but there was no turning back now. It was time to face facts. And facts were that she was crazy about him. Completely in over her head. She tossed a pillow across the room, which scared her cat, and thought of how good it would be to be his. How good they would be together. They would have something full of laughter and spontaneity. They would have something the likes of which she'd probably never get a chance to have again. Walking away from it now seemed criminal, but she wasn't sure what else to do. She was desperate, cornered, out of patience. Out of air.

She burrowed her face in the pillow still cradled against her upraised knees. Dammit, Shawn, it's all your fault. What do I do now?

Screaming was a viable option. It would likely leave her without a voice in the morning, but she just wanted to let loose some of this terrible energy, which was a byproduct of her terrible anxiety. She could also meet Carlton at the range and shoot things until the memory of being rejected had been drowned in gunfire. It was late. Carlton would probably already be there, though. It's where she always found him.

Beautiful. Why did he have to say beautiful? Pretty was enough. I could have lived with pretty.

She'd officially lost her mind. She grabbed her holster and her weapon, having decided on the range, and then there was a quiet knock on the door. She hesitated, then decided it might be her partner, and so she went to the door and flung it open. And there he was.

"Shawn."

He looked nervous. He looked guilty. He looked amazing.

"Jules."

"Abigail?" She peered around him, looking for the other girl. Shawn shook his head. He looked strangely, oddly, deathly serious. She thought maybe he wasn't exactly who she thought he was. Maybe he was better. Somehow. It was hard to articulate. She crossed her arms and knew one thing for sure. She said,

"Well, Shawn. I guess it's now or never."