AN: Oh you know they're going to end up together. Haha. And this is how I see Jules' and Shawn's…and Gus' relationship.

Being with Shawn meant marshmallow fights instead of pillow fights.

("What good is being pulverized with inanimate objects if sugar isn't involved?")

Being with Shawn meant an in-depth conversation about the minute details in every movie they went out to see on the way home. In her vehicle.

("It's hard to come up with intelligent thought when you're looking oh so beautiful tonight.")

Being with Shawn meant getting up at the end of the Breakfast Club and dancing to "We Are Not Alone" by Karla DeVito. Every time.

("But you're getting so good at Molly Ringwald's part!")

Being with Shawn meant frozen yogurt at midnight. On a work night.

("I cannot fathom why you're making me purchase nonfat—you look absolutely perfect.")

Being with Shawn meant patience.

("I have a point, I have a point. Let me build up your annoyance before I completely astound you. Just trust me.") And trust.

Being with Shawn meant not trying to fix the relationship he had with his father. They were doing just fine on their own anyways. It was all baby steps. (And patience.)

Being with Shawn meant bursting into tears like an idiot when he kneeled down and opened that tiny little, velvet black box.

("Gus, she said yes! I think…I can't really hear over the sobbing…she said yes, right?" "She said yes, Shawn.")

Being with Shawn meant saying "I do" to every crazy, insane idea he could conjure and meaning it with all of her heart.