HI AGAIN! Sorry about the long delay on Shirts and the Congratulations Experience, I had some major writers block. But I have so many ideas right now that it is seriously driving me crazy. I have to write these before they run away! HAHA. OK, but seriously, here is a little Shenny story, very different than the show, but I just love these two! :D
Rating:T
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
The shades were drawn up fast, light going on in the window. She stepped away from the counter to look at the rising sun. It was a clear day, reminiscent of the day she arrived in Pasedena. The brisk morning air hit her hard as she stepped out to set up the specials sign. She could appreciate now the sound of cars thrumming past a street over, the dull roar of a motorcycle somewhere down the road. She was thankful that most of it didn't come her way though.
Soft music filled her ears when she entered back into the bakery. It helped her stay awake during early hours. A timer sounded from the back, a reminder to check her muffins before they were burned. She passed the large window at the front of the store and hurried to the kitchen. They came out perfectly, fortunately, and were placed strategically on the counter and in the rack of the displaying case.
As soon as one batch was done, something else had to go in, lest she get behind during the day.
She set down her head on the counter top for a moment, fatigue rolling through her body. Sleep, that was what she needed. All she wanted to do was take a little nap, time to think, relax.
When had this hobby job taken over her entire life? She loved it, couldn't deny that it was the best thing in her life, but she'd barely been social in months. Lost her interest in dating; they always end up broken in the end anyway.
The beep from the oven takes her out of her idle state.
"No rest for the wicked," she mumbles to herself as she steps into the kitchen yet again.
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"How about Thai food?"
"Its not Monday."
She paused for a moment, thought seeming a herculean task for her.
"Pizza?"
"No."
He was making it difficult, he knew he was, but what other things were there to say? He'd already told her that he wasn't hungry, and yet she continued to bombard him with meaningless suggestions. Why were they even walking in east Pasadena?
He looks to his companion, much shorter than he with light auburn hair and hazel eyes. She wasn't beautiful, not even pretty per say, but for whatever reason, he had made her his fiancé. His stomach turned in an unpleasant way as if questioning his actions. He was homo novus, he couldn't fall in love, too evolved for it. No, he knew it wasn't that, it had been for another reason entirely. His career was resolutely declining in the state he was in. Some suggested a break, he would not hear of it. His boss suggested he try and get a girl, someone to settle down with, take his mind off the miscellaneous pressures of life. At the time it had seemed a good idea, but he found now that maybe he had conducted it wrong. She did not remove stress, if anything, she contributed to it.
His friends thought it a great idea, especially Leonard. With Sheldon out of the house, he would have the place all to himself.
He would be lying if he said that he hated her though, because he didn't. She was not his intellectual equal, oh not even close! but she did add something to his life, a sort of springy joy when the day was right. They had been friends for a long time but never really close until more recently.
He smiled a bit, half forced to reassure himself, and half genuine, content grin.
They continued to walk down the streets of Pasedena in hopes of finding a place to eat; by that time he was a bit hungry. The streets were bland and dull, color seeming to have been drained from the city. All around him were grey buildings, below him the concrete, to his right the blacktop; a dull world indeed.
They continued walking until Tracy's incessant blabber had become overwhelming. He just about yelled at her to shut up for once, but out of the corner of his eye, the first true color of his life hit him. Rich, tan skin, blonde curls, an orange camisole, and a strange little orange flower entwined in those beautiful blonde locks.
He paused instantly, not meaning to stare, but that ended up being what it was anyway. She entranced him, overwhelmed his senses even if she were across the street inside a building. She walked with a skip in her step, true happiness filling the air around her, but a sense of lonliness he could feel even from the distance. He knew he had been staring far too long, but he could tear his eyes away. Something about him seemed to awaken for the first time, so overwhelming that he was almost unstable. He considered himself ridiculous for feeling so, yet he somehow didn't care what he thought. That was just as ridiculous as the feeling, he always cared what he thought, what was differnet now?
He looked away for a moment, his eyes traveling up to the sing infront of the store. It read: 'Penny's Cottage'. He took in the surroundings, the cakery a standout to all the bland buildings around it, being much smaller and a lot brighter.
"Sheldon?" he heard from a place seeming far in the distance, "Are you alright? We should go now."
Tracy tugged at his sleeve, completely oblivious of the thoughts running through his mind at that moment in time.
A/N: ahh, so another story has begun. I am very excited, the Big Bang fics have almost reached 1,000! But there is no rushing, art comes with time. SO please R&R, tell me what you think! LOVE YOU ALL! BYE! 3 :D