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Sheldon sat on his bed, in his Saturday pyjamas, staring in front of him. It was dark and he hadn't bothered to turn a light on. He just sat, leaning back against the wall.
The prom that evening had been quite fun actually, he hadn't needed to pretend to be an alien. He had gotten his picture taken, he had spiked the punch with pomegranate juice, he had slow danced with Amy...
Amy. All his thoughts kept coming back to her. The way he'd seen her standing there in that glorious blue dress, the way his heart had accelerated, the way he'd so easily said he loved her earlier that evening after she sought him out because he'd run away and hidden in his room.
Love. It had seemed such a strange concept to Sheldon Cooper less than a year ago, but now he understood. If he could ever love anyone it would be Amy Farrah Fowler. Good Lord, how he loved her.
Sheldon closed his eyes and could picture her. She was in her prom dress and he felt his heart lurch and got a funny flip in his stomach when his mental eyes looked her up and down. He really had thought her pretty that evening, no scratch that, he'd thought she was beautiful. He always thought the neuro-biologist beautiful, even when she was wearing a pencil-skirt and a cardigan. He'd thought her so pretty he'd run away in panic and it had taken her a good while to make him come to the prom with her. It was only when she was leaving that he opened his door. He couldn't let her go, Dr. Sheldon Cooper didn't know why. Just the thought of her leaving made him feel cold and like he was missing something inside. He knew he wouldn't be able to live without her as a part of his life. She was so important to him.
He mentally thanked the girls for having the idea of a prom. He had enjoyed it and it had opened his eyes to a great many things.
Loving Amy Farrah Fowler was one of them.
I really liked the prom episode, I thought it was cute.
I can't wait for season 9, it's driving me crazy, especially with the cliff-hanger. ;)
