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1992
"Shawn what have I told you,” Henry Spencer yelled upstairs, where he knew his son was hiding, and started making his way to the boy’s room, taking the stairs two at a time. “After school chores, then practice. You can't hide up in your room all the t...SHAWN!"
Barging through the door and into his son’s room, anger at a boiling point, what ever Henry had been about to yell stuck in his throat. There was Shawn, stretched out on his bed, someone plaster to him, lip-locked in what seemed to be a heated make-out session. It was the second time in a week that Henry had caught his son like this, and with what looked to be a different girl.
"Dad, knocking would be great."
Henry glared at his son, while the girl hid her head in Shawn’s chest.
"I’ve had enough of this Shawn. Twice is enough. You," Henry pointed at him dangerously "are grounded until further notice. And you," he now turned to the girl, face still obscured from view "are being taken home now, and your parents are going to find out what kind of girl you really ar..."
The words died on Henry Spencer’s lips, when 'she' finally turned around; it wasn't a girl at all.
"Dad this is Matt. Matt, this is my dad." Shawn said pointedly; a large rebellious smile on his face.
2008
“Come on Gus, it’s just a strip club. What’s there to be so hesitant about? It’s not like you haven’t seen any of it before.”
“Shawn! It’s a gay strip club!” Gus yelled back. “I, unlike you, never went through the phase of making out with Matt Harris in my bedroom!”
“I’m not asking you to kiss anyone Gus. And it wasn’t just a phase,” Spencer said reasonably “I remember this one particular Adonis in Costa Rica. We went for long walks on the beach and…Gus?”
Gus started looking a little ill and started backing away from his friend. “I don’t want to hear about it Shawn. I’m not going.”
“What’s the problem?! It’s not like you’re going to change your name to Gregory and join a chorus line after one night in a strip joint.”
“I don’t have a problem with it Shawn; I just don’t want to hear about it and I don’t want to see it or even think about it. I’m not going with you.” Those were his final words before practically running for the door before Shawn could find some way to make him go.
“Best friends are supposed to have each others backs!” Shawn managed to shout out before the door slammed.
Shawn collapsed on the couch trying to figure out another way to go about this.
That morning, one Carina Ramirez had come to the office looking to hire them for a job. She was sure her husband was cheating on her, but had found none of the usual signs. He never smelt of some other woman’s perfume, no late night phone calls, no lipstick on the collar. Nothing. So she bought their services.
They had done the leg work for most of the day. In the end all it took was a scuff mark on Carlos Ramirez’s shoe, the smell of two separate men’s colognes and a palm tree to lead them to Magnum 54; the only strip club in town catering to gay males.
Shawn had the bright idea that they, Gus and himself, should go in undercover.
Obviously, that was out of the question now, he wasn’t completely comfortably going in alone, it had turned into a pretty seedy place since the days of his youth, but he didn’t have anyone else.
Or did he?
Shawn’s eyes lit up and a huge grin plastered itself across his face while he made a mad grab for his phone, dialing quickly.
“SBPD. Head Detective Lassiter.”