-Liz's Point of View(I am making a nod to Newsies here. :)) Shawn, Gus and Liz are 10 years old.

I walk down a busy street of Manhattan next to my cousin and best friend, Gus. His real name is Burton Guster, but we don't talk about that. He doesn't like it and prefers his nickname. The last time I called him Burton, he told some of his friends about my crush on Chris Peterson. I am still upset about that. Thankfully, Chris is thousands of miles away right now back home in Santa Barbara, California. Gus and I are visiting New York and getting some time away from life back home. I have to admit that I love New York City way more than California. There is so much happening here and everyday you see something that looks like it should belong in a movie. So many interesting things have happened everyday Gus and I have set foot on the sidewalk with our families.  We walk through the streets and Gus chats aimlessly about school and Shawn Spencer. Shawn Spencer is Gus's best friend. I am jealous of them sometimes, because when Shawn is around, I kind of turn into a third wheel. I hate hate hate being a third wheel. Shawn is nice enough, but I really don't see what's so great about him. All of the other girls at school seem to adore him. Except for the select few that actually have common sense. Sure, he's nice and yeah, he's cute, but really? Come on, Gus. You deserve a much better friend than him. I don't completely hate Shawn, I just think Gus could have done better. Much much better. If I had more control over my cousin's life, trust me. Shawn Spencer would not be at Gus's house every time I was. 

"Shut up," I say to Gus and he turns to me, mid-story about how Shawn did some cool science experiment last month.

"What was that for?" My cousin demands and I look at him with a serious face.

"Really, Gus? Shawn is very real and will still be there when we get back to Santa Barbara. Trust me," I say to him and he shrugs.

"So?"

"So! Stop talking about him like he's a wizard or something. You are crazy!" Gus smirks at me.

"You like him, don't you? You think you hate him, but you like him and you like him a lot." I roll my eyes and gently sock Gus in the shoulder.

"In your dreams," I snap and Gus looks at me.

"Does that mean yes?"

"Burton Guster!!! If you mention Shawn one more time, I will hurt you personally."

"Okay. Point proven. You don't have to hurt me, Liz," Gus surrenders and I nod my head with satisfaction.

"That's what I thought." We keep walking around Manhattan and eventually, we come to the Brooklyn Bridge. Gus and I stop and stare at it for a moment or two, just taking in the beauty of the huge bridge.  I look at the huge skyline in the distance. This is something that I could get used to seeing. Santa Barbara is great and all, but there is so much more to do here in New York City. This city never sleeps and something exciting is always happening here. Our parents experience the same sort of childlike amusement that we do. I turn to Gus again and ask him, "Would it be crazy if I moved here someday?"

"You want to live here?" Gus asks and I nod, turning back to the skyline.

"You don't?" I reply and Gus shakes his head quickly.

"All kinds of crazy people live here and you are not the same type of crazy as them. They are crazy like if you don't move, I will run you over with my car crazy. You just have some crazy ideas," Gus explains, moving his hands quickly as he talks.

"But I could get used to it and not everyone is that way. I could get a steady job, live in a cool apartment and make some new friends. Just think! You could visit me in one of the coolest places in the whole world!" I explain.

"Liz, that's crazy," Gus says and I cross my arms.

"So, you are going to choose Shawn and Santa Barbara over your cousin who is your real best friend and New York City," I reason and Gus looks at me.

"Don't look at it that way. You have your ambitious dreams and I have my more realistic ones," says Gus and I shake my brown ponytailed hair.

"Okay, Mr. Vocabulary. Throw my dreams under the bus with your big words, why don't you?" I say sarcastically.

"Liz, I'm not saying that is a bad dream. It's just not what I would do," Gus says and I shrug. He stares down into the ocean, watching the waves gently slap against the side of the bridge beams. I nudge him and say,

"Hey. Maybe it won't happen. We are only ten years old. I guess maybe it's too soon to tell. But, I would love to live hear some day."

 Santa Barbara, California- Liz, Gus and Shawn are 18 years old.

I throw my arms around Gus in a huge hug. Graduation caps litter the ground around us and I beam at him and Shawn. Chris Peterson, my boyfriend, stands next to me protectively. His arms snakes its way around my waist. Today is the day that we graduated. The class of 1995 opens another chapter to their lives. I am extremely excited for what is to come. Turning eighteen only a couple of days ago makes me eager to do something big with my life. I have not told anyone yet, but I have been accepted to a college in New York City. With my strong suit in school being English, I am hoping to be a journalist in New York City. I hope that everything works out because journalist jobs in New York are not going to be easy to come by. The boys probably have no clue as to why I am so happy, but with Shawn's observation skills, he may already know what I am hiding up my sleeve.

"So, since you have not been accepted into a school yet, why are you so happy about graduating?" Chris asks and I smile up at him.

"Actually, I applied to a college in New York City and I was accepted. I found out about a month ago," I explain.

"You're joking," Gus deadpans and I shake my head.

"Nope, I am going to a writing school in New York City. Orientation is in September," I respond.

"Congratulations!" Gus shouts and we hug again. Chris smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

"I knew you were going to do something amazing someday, Liz. You were made to do something great," He says to me and I hug him tightly.

"Thanks," I say and over his shoulder, I see Shawn flirting with some girls from our class. I look over my own shoulder to see Gus, watching his so called best friend ditch him for some girls. A group of football players come join us and Chris, who was the quarterback for the team this year, chats with them about a party that is coming up. I wiggle free of Chris's strong hold and scoot over towards Gus. "Wish that you could flirt as badly as Shawn?" I ask and Gus shakes his head.

"Nah, not even for a second," He replies, "So, you're finally going to live your dream?"

"Yeah. I can't wait to go. It is going to be the best part of my life," I say and Gus smiles at me.

"Just don't forget about us, okay? People are going to miss you here in California," Gus says and the summer that lies ahead proves that to me in full.  My last summer in Santa Barbara speed by quickly. When I am not going on dates in town with Chris, I am running around with Gus and Shawn as they try to hit on cute girls on the beach. Despite our childish rivalry in the past, Shawn and I sort of become friends over the summer. I go out for pizza every Friday night with all of the football boys and Chris spends most of his afternoons with me. Gus is involved with internship most afternoons and Chris is not since he is hoping to play foot ball professionally. The day when I leave for New York City comes quickly and I practically jump out of  bed. I have never been a morning person, but the thought of being in the city I love again makes me so excited. My parents are already awake and sipping coffee at the small round table in our dining room.

"Ready to go, kiddo?" Dad asks and I nod. I eat breakfast with my parents and then we pack the car full of my stuff. Entering my bedroom, I take one last long glance around the room. A picture of Gus and I hangs on the wall next to a picture of my two older sisters and I. My eyes land on a picture of my brother. We never talk about him, so all I have to remember him by, is this picture.  I am going to miss looking at these pictures, but I have a whole new chapter in my life to look forward to. With that thought in mind, I walk out of the room and back out to the living room.  Dad hands me the keys to the car. "Gus is meeting us at the airport, right?" He asks and I nod. We drive to the airport while Dad gives me mini driving lectures all the way. Once we pull into the airport parking lot, I spot Gus's car and pull up next to it. Gus jumps out and I can tell by how red his eyes are that he has been crying.

"Gus," I start to say and he hugs me tightly, "it's not like you're not going to college too."

"Yeah, but I'm staying close to home. You aren't, Liz," He responds and I pull away from my best friend and cousin.

"Burton Guster, I promise to come back and see you no matter what happens in New York," I say and then Chris jumps out of Gus's car. He looks extremely sad as well, so I waste no time pulling him into a quick hug.

"I'm not leaving forever," I whisper and Chris has tears running down his cheeks.

"I know, but. I'm still going to miss you, Lizzie. More than you know," Chris chokes out and I look at him.

"Chris, I promise to come back and see you and Gus," I say and Chris kisses the top of my head.

"Good," He murmurs softly and I pull him and Gus towards the airport, when suddenly a voice calls out,

"Wait, Liz!" I whirl around to see the one and only Shawn Spencer emerge from the car. He jogs up to me and we continue walking into the airport. My parents, Gus and Chris all are trying to keep each other from resorting to a complete meltdown. Shawn immediately starts chatting with me and I pull Chris up next to me, just to remind Shawn that I am taken. I walk through security and my small clan arrives at the gate. Gus shoots Shawn a look and he shuts up. This is why Gus and I are best friends and related. I hug everyone last time, except for Shawn. Quite frankly, I'm not sure why he decided to come with Gus and Chris,  but the more the merrier I guess. My parents are full out crying at this point and my mother barely manages to squeak out,

"Call me when you get there, sweet heart. Please," I nod and hug her tight. "Be careful in New York, Elizabeth. It's a dangerous place." A voice over the intercom informs me that my flight is now boarding. I hug everyone one more time, promising to write and call, and maybe someday visit. I wave and step onto the plane, leaving one chapter of my life and entering another. If only I knew what this next chapter entailed.

AN:/ Hello!! Welcome to the long awaited for Psych book!!! I have not had inspiration and now I do, so here is this lovely prologue. I hope you like, please tell me what you think. I really like to read comments and I will even take advice on how to make the book better. If you have not read a book of mine before, welcome to my writing. I'm Aisling and this is how I write. This prologue has been in the works for awhile and I just got some more inspiration to work on it. I don't know when the next chapter is coming out, because obviously my updates are pretty sporadic. Anyways, I hope you have enjoyed this. Liz is going to be a very fun character to write for and I am excited to write this book. I hope it puts an interesting twist on Psych for you. No, this does not represent any actual episode of Psych and it does not intend to spoil anything. So, with that in mind, please don't spoil anything for me in the comments. I would greatly appreciate that!!! Thanks so much and feel free to comment, vote and do whatever it is you do!! Thanks for dropping by and reading the introduction to what I hope is a good start.