Six weeks into school and at a distance an obnoxious boy smirks evily while whispering to his friends. A girl he crosses paths with laughs at first, but once all eyes turn suggestively towards her, her lips hastily curl into a scowl. She shoves the boy aside, crossing the cafeteria in a huff, and that's when Sheldon first noticed her; missing lunch, the speed in her stride, and the way her glasses gradually slipped down the ridge of her nose.

The blue eyed genius sighed and turned back to his empty table. Thanks to Howard, all three of his friends were skipping school that day and he was left to fly completely solo.

Twiddling his thumbs was useless, and it dawned upon him at last that with independence came a new found freedom. There was no one he could think of to tell him not to, so he rose from his table and several pairs of eyes gawked at the sudden change. He sidestepped all the jocks- girlfriends in one hand, lunches in the other, and quickly abandoned the lunch room.

He found her in the hallway sitting in a corner, back against the wall. Awkwardly he stood, unsure whether to interrupt her doodling, it looked like. As he got closer, however, he realized what was in her lap was no mere sketch, it was a sheer masterpiece.

A stutter slipped from his lips before he could stop it. The girl looked up at him with piercing green eyes and gave the briefest of smiles before burying her features in a simply decorated notebook.

Still, Sheldon didn't leave- how could he when she was so captivating? Slowly he exhaled and knelt beside her, watching silently as her hands made slow. continuous motions across the page.

Her gaze flickered up again, strands of hair falling loosely in her face. "I'm sorry… do you need something?" she asked and from what Sheldon could tell, it appeared she was truly confused as to why he was talking to her.

"If I needed something, I would have said so." he replied clearly. The girl shrugged, shifted on the floor, and moved her eyes over Sheldon's hovering figure.

"If your intent is to talk to me… why don't you sit down?"

Sheldon looked completely mortified a moment too soon. She immediately dropped the subject and proceeded to place her notepad in her bag; soft, pale fingers lightly brushing his along he way.

"Don't do that." His words caused her to pause and look at him oddly. Silence passed between them for a fraction of a second before she nodded.

"Don't worry, my hands are clean." She flashed him another smile, soft and understanding, and while trying to fight the blush from earlier, Sheldon shook his head. A ghost of a smile lingered on his lips.

"No not that, although thank you for being cleaner than the average person. Your notebook," he took a breath then quietly added "don't put it away."

"I haven't drawn much, though." she said casually while conceding. "Just a bunch of nerdy, science things."

A girl across the room stands up to throw away her trash, ear buds in, the world out. A security guard in the back of the building escorts a child to the front office for bad behavior. Here in this corner Sheldon squatted, an amazingly talented, cute mystery girl beside him, and he tentatively sat down beside her.

"What's your name?" he asked, already peering closely into her collection of fantasy doodles and scientific equations morphed into professional drawings and detailed images.

"Amy Farrah Fowler." she answered without missing a beat. Suddenly she snatched her notepad out of his hands and stood up as the bell to end lunch rang faintly. Sheldon frowned.

"If you want to see more, I'll be in the library after school." she winked and Sheldon grinned.

#

The next few days Sheldon decided to take Amy Farrah Fowler up on her offer. The first time he waltzed into the library, he found her eagerly glancing at the entrance and when he caught her gaze she blushed. Once he walked over to her, it was smooth sailing and they talked for hours.

Sheldon and his new friend both discovered rather quickly that they liked their school's librarian. She would break the rules, lock up late for them, and let them whisper quietly to each other. She hadn't even reported them for pda when she gave him his first proper kiss, a small peck after he tried, and failed, to draw something simple, and for that he was grateful.

Three months later and an important service was held, one which Sheldon and Amy Farrah Fowler both made sure to attend. Their librarian friend had been gone since the week before, and the room flooded with dark colors for over an hour. Afterwards Sheldon comforted Amy Farrah Fowler as she cried, kissed the top of her head, embraced her.

Sniffling, Amy mumbled something that had been a pressing issue on Sheldon's mind. "Where are we going to go after school now?"

#

There is always a first for everything, and it just so happened the first time Sheldon set foot in Amy Farrah Fowler's house happened to be later that night. Unlike his female companion, his eyes were dry, and he was sweating. He always hated wearing tuxes.

She led him up a set of winding stairs and allowed him to take off his irritating shirt once her bedroom door was closed. Various items of entertainment littered her walls and caught Sheldon's gaze as he stripped. Amy Farrah Fowler, he noticed, had taken residency on a bean bag chair on her clean carpet and her notepad almost automatically found it's way into her lap.

Sheldon smiled at this. He plopped beside her in the bean bag and leaned into her to watch quietly as she drew. He admired how steady her hands were when she did this, how focused her eyes were, and needless to say he spent more time watching her than the developing drawing.

By the time she finished and shrugged away from him and stood to tape her picture to the wall. At the sudden cold Sheldon shivered, but studied her behind as she stretched and when she stepped back, Sheldon was in awe.

On the crinkly page, she drew the large Hadron Collider, a place Sheldon alway wanted to vist, and beside it, little representions of them stood, holding each other's hands and smiling ear to ear.

#

Amy Farrah Fowler was one very emotional teenager. Two months of school left and the day before had been spent in her bedroom, gazing out the window and quietly dooding together while eating snacks and napping.

Today she ignored him completly.

Puzzled, he rode his bike in the rain all the way to her house later in the evening. His hair stuck to his forehead sloppily as he rang the doorbell, and her mom answered with a sympathetic smile and a soft towel was shoved into his arms.

He climbed the stairs with a purpose, entered her room, and found her bent over a town piece of paper, others scattering the floor. their bean bags were completely covered.

An antsy silence surrounded her as Sheldon stood in the doorway. She sniffled, squinted her eyes, sighed and tensed her shoulders. Sheldon shook his head and walked behind her. She wouldn't show him her drawing.

"Why not?" his world came to a halt not crashing to the ground, but stopping at the harshness in her voice.

"It's not good."

"Says you."

"It's true."

Sighing, Sheldon reached for her hand and placed his on top lightly. Her gaze was distracted by the image she deemed horrible, and taking one look at it he saw it was a beautiful drawing of a precious moment between them that happened nearly two weeks ago.

"You still think about that?" he asked her quietly. They weren't even dating but wasn't this the kind of thing girlfriend's did? He picked up the notebook to look at the drawing more closly whilst Amy Farrah Fowler nodded.

"You got every detail right on the shirt I was wearing." he noted. His smile turned lazy and he took his hand away in favor of putting the picture on her wall for her. She watched without protest.

"What do you think of it?" she asked in a small voice when they sat down together in their bean bag, close and intimate.

"I think it has potential." he said honestly, and Amy nodded just barely.

"…Like us?"

Sheldon was silent for a minute as he tried to fight off the smile toying at his lips.

"It's a possibility."