The Girls' Night Intervention
Amy came up the stairs with a heavy heart. She hadn't seen or talked to Sheldon in two weeks, not because he hadn't tried coming into contact with her, but because she was avoiding him at all costs. Seeing him frightened her. She wasn't sure if she could control herself around him and since she hadn't thought everything through yet, she didn't want to take any chances of being drawn in by his baby blue eyes and intoxicating scent of talc.
But Penny was very persistent in asking her to come. She told her it would be a good way to take her mind off things and relax. Unfortunately, Amy could never resist her bestie's pleas. Penny also promised that she wouldn't say anything to Sheldon about her coming over.
Amy reached the fourth floor landing and took a look at 4A briefly. Behind that door was the one man she had ever loved who, when it came to affairs of the heart and relationships generally, was clueless. The disappointment she felt though wasn't just his fault. Amy had discovered that she too, was at fault. At fault for giving in to Sheldon's…everything. His wants, his demands…his schedules…his ridiculous rules and restrictions. She blamed herself for not voicing her opinion more often.
She felt the tears well up but stopped herself from breaking down. She was there to have fun tonight and nothing less.
She quietly knocked on Penny's door but realized it was already open a crack and let herself in. Penny was in the kitchen getting the glasses out when she saw her emotionally distraught friend walk in.
"Oh, hi Ames," she greeted her in a chipper way in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Hello," Amy said with a deep sigh as she plopped down on her couch. Penny brought over the two glasses filled with wine in one hand and the bottle in another. She took a seat next to Amy setting everything else on the coffee table.
"Oh, sweetie, I know love can be frustrating at times but try to cheer up. We are going to forget about those buffoons across the hall tonight, okay?"
"I'll try, but there are no guarantees," Amy responded solemnly.
"Drink… it will loosen you up," Penny said as she handed her a glass.
Amy cradled the glass in her hand, looked at it as she swished the alcohol around and with one huge gulp, downed the whole thing.
"Whoa there… take it easy!" Penny exclaimed. "You're not here to get drunk…" she said rethinking what just had come out of her mouth.
"You want me to feel better, don't you? Fill it up," Amy demanded while waving the glass in front of Penny.
"Not now, I'll pour you some more when Bernadette gets here."
"Fine," Amy said as she slumped back into the corner of the couch. Penny sat there quietly observing her friend. Of course, Penny was dying to know what else happened between her and Sheldon that night. She only knew half the story…now she wanted all the gory details.
"Amy, do you want to talk about what happened?" hoping that Amy would spill the beans now that alcohol was flowing through her system.
"Not particularly. Do you want to tell me what happened with Leonard?" she said raising a brow.
"Not particularly," Penny answered as she sighed heavily remembering the drive to Vegas.
"Oh, this is going to be a fun night," Amy spoke sarcastically.
"Hey!" Penny protested.
"I'm sorry."
Amy was genuinely sorry. She knew better than to take her frustrations out on others.
After a moment of awkward silence between the two women, Penny opted to ask about Amy's job. She figured it would be a much safer topic.
"So Amy, how's work been?" Penny said desperately trying to find some common ground for Amy to open up.
"Okay I suppose. I would explain it to you but you would have no idea. No offence." Amy stated bluntly, her gaze fixated on the wine bottle.
"Oh, none taken…I guess," Penny responded with a half grin and a wave of her hand.
Clearly exasperated now, Penny offered her some more wine to which Amy had no objections.
"Thank you," Amy humbly said as she held out her glass.
"Do you want to play a game while we wait for Bernadette?" Penny suggested but Amy shook her head. She was in no mood for games.
"Amy, it's not healthy to keep things bottled up. You might feel better if you talk about it."
"There's not much to say…Sheldon is who he is and is never going to change. I was foolish to think that he would do so otherwise. I have to accept that and move on," Amy let out with a sigh before bursting into tears.
Penny put her arms around her, giving her a tight hug. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I know Sheldon can be a handful but he does love you and that's a change none of us thought was ever possible," she said reassuring Amy.
Amy pulled away from her and reached in her bag for some tissues. Sniffling, she looked at Penny.
"If he loves me, why doesn't he show it? Why doesn't he…" and she started sobbing again.
"Why doesn't he what?" Penny asked curiously.
Amy tried to speak between sobs, "Why…doesn't… he …want…to …be …intimate…with…me?"
"Did he tell you that?" Penny questioned.
Again, Amy stopped crying, blew her nose and gave her friend a quizzical glare.
"What?" titling her head dumbfounded by Penny's insinuation.
"Did he specifically tell you that he doesn't want to be intimate with you? Because if he did, I'm going to go over there and kick his lying ass!" Penny exclaimed.
"In words …not really but his actions say otherwise."
"I'm sorry, I'm not following you," Penny replied rather confused.
"On our anniversary…we were kissing and he was thinking about a TV show! He filled out an application to move to Mars! We rely on the relationship agreement to tell us what is or is not acceptable behavior on date nights. Need I say more?" Amy explained obviously irritated.
"Yeah, Sheldon is strange that way but that's why you love him, isn't it? You knew he was like this from the start and let me tell you something," Penny said as she poked Amy's arm, "I can guarantee you that Sheldon Cooper does want to get physical with you."
"What? How do you know?" Amy said in astonishment.
"I asked him once, more than a year or so ago if he was ever going to sleep with you, as in sex, and he said it was a possibility. Leonard was there…he heard him confess it too. Then before prom when we were talking about post prom rituals he said that he had urges- well, his alien alias did- and that if you wanted to throw your eggs out there, he would happily catch them with his upper flermin…I think that's what it was."
"He said that?" Amy's eyes widened just thinking about all the myriad of scenarios of her and Sheldon together in that way.
"Yap, I was shocked myself!" Penny exclaimed.
"Oh my…" she said as she wiped away her last tears and sported a slight grin.
"Then why does he mock me every time I mention something by saying that it's 'always sex' with me?"
"Because honey, it's his defense mechanism. He tends to mock things because he's afraid," "or he wants them too much," she wanted to add. "He doesn't like being afraid. You know he's a control freak," Penny explained.
"Do you think so? Is he that afraid?' Amy asked truly concerned.
"Sweetie, you're his first love…ever, well except for science maybe, but you know… the first human. It's probably scaring the hell out of him because well, you can't control love," Penny said offering her insight into that whackadoodle's mind.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Penny chimed.
Bernadette came in carrying a tote full of junk food. "Let the gossip begin! What did I miss?" she asked cheerfully as she set the bag down next to the table and sat in the armchair.
"Amy was just talking about Sheldon," Penny stated plainly.
'Is this about why you wanted a break?" Bernadette inquired.
With Amy unable to answer since she was contemplating what to do with the information she had just heard from Penny, Penny decided to answer for her.
"Yeah, Amy called it off for a bit because she thinks Sheldon doesn't want her."
"Amy," Bernadette started saying bringing her back to the conversation, "Sheldon loves you very much. I saw it with my own eyes and it almost made me cry."
Bernadette came to sit next to Amy on the arm rest of the sofa. Amy looked up at her and stammered, "Re…really?"
"Oh yeah… the way he was describing your sparkling eyes and your dancing fingers…the expression on his face…Amy, that was pure love," she said as she placed a hand on Amy's shoulder to comfort her.
"Amy thinks he doesn't want to be intimate with her though," Penny added almost whispering.
"Look Amy, I know we get a little childish and make fun of your relationship but you shouldn't listen to us…we're all weirdos. Have you asked him?" Bernadette questioned as she looked at Amy.
"Well, no…but he knows I want to be intimate with him." Amy retorts.
Both girls just sat there shaking their heads smirking.
"Amy, our men and I do mean all three of them …well four including Raj…are naive and well, little boys sometimes. Think of them as Peter Pan's clan…they haven't fully reached maturity in some areas. If you want answers, you have to ask them directly...keep the questions simple and straightforward, look them in the eye and be assertive…" Bernadette advised.
"Yeah," Penny interrupted, "and you'll know if Sheldon's lying because he gets that annoying tick in his eye."
"So, what do you think I should do?" Amy pondered.
"Well, I would march right over there and tell him exactly what you want. You know…he's alone right now," Penny said throwing her an encouraging wink.
"Yeah, the guys are at the comic book store and Howie told me that Sheldon refused to go. He's really bent out of shape over this break thing. In fact, except for going to work, he hasn't done anything or gone anywhere."
"Leonard told me that Sheldon hasn't been himself the last two weeks…he's oddly quiet."
Amy raised her glass and asked for more wine.
"Are you sure?" Penny asked hesitantly bringing the bottle close to the rim.
"If I'm going to go over there, I'm going to need some liquid courage," Amy concluded downing another half a glass.
"You go over there and knock some sense into him. What Amy wants, Amy should get!" Bernadette said rooting Amy on enthusiastically.
"Go get your man!" Penny joined in.
By a supreme effort of will or just the buzz she had going on, Amy got up from the couch and headed for the door. Pausing with her hand on the knob, she looked back at her two friends sitting there smiling fondly and motioning her with their hands to go.
Amy opened the door and made her stately way towards 4A.
"Just breathe…keep breathing…deep breaths," she reminded herself with each step. Her hand trembled as she extended it to knock on his door. Somehow, feelings of insecurity crept up and she froze. What was she going to say to her socially difficult boyfriend?
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