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Chapter I
Coopers and Fowlers were known throughout the city, but the family patriarchs had fame around the whole world.
George Cooper and Larry Fowler were the owners and rectors of the nation's leading physics university: National Institute of Physics.
Friends since childhood, the two had studied together and made great discoveries that revolutionized the world of science and exerted great influence on their respective children.
Amy Fowler and Sheldon Cooper were great friends from the moment of birth.
By fate or pure coincidence, they were born the same day, and as families were very friendly, birthdays were always made together, much to the despair of Missy, Sheldon's twin sister.
They were always the stars of birthdays. Their intelligence was unbeatable, and they seemed to speak a language of their own which no one else could comprehend. The two grew up together and the friendship grew stronger every day. One always protected the other, and was there when the other needed.
Both of them learned to read at the age of two and a half and since then the library of both houses has become the place where they liked to spend time. Soon they seemed to be insufficient, and at age five they accompanied their parents to the Institute, where they spent whole afternoons in the large library discussing physics.
Sometimes they would almost put the houses down trying to do crazy experiments they had read in the books.
At the age of seven, they almost set fire to the Fowlers' kitchen because they had discovered an innovative way to warm the baby bottle of Pamela, Amy's newborn sister. It was then that both parents decided that it would be better if they were enrolled in a School.
The school was very traditional and divided into two campuses, one for the girls and the other for the boys. They only met twice a week for dance classes and although they hated dancing they liked the lessons because it was the only time they could spend together during the week.
The first few weeks were terrible for both of them.
Amy was being chased by a girl for who She had done anything at all. One day that girl thought it would be funny to lock her in the cleaning cabinet. And without even realizing what was happening, Amy was pushed into the closet and listening to the door being locked from the outside she started screaming for them to open. She kept shouting for a while longer until she heard a huge bang of someone being thrown against the door and then a small, yet frightening little voice speaking something Amy could not understand.
When the door opened Amy was curled up in the corner of the closet crying and two girls revealed themselves with worried looks. Despite the difference in height both were blond and very beautiful. The taller one came in and crouched next to her with a look of empathy.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked and Amy just shook her head. "I'm Penelope, but you can call me Penny, and this is my younger sister Bernadette." The last one opened a smile and waved at her.
"Thank you," Amy said and a sincere smile sprang to her lips.
"No need to thank you, Ramona thinks she can chase us all just because her father owns the School," Penny said as she stood up. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Amy." She lifted her head and looked in the direction of the two sisters. "Amy Farrah Fowler." She finished.
"Okay ... Amy, don't worry, Ramona won't bother you anymore. Now, come on, it's almost time for us to go to dance class." Penny reached out to help Amy get up.
Amy took the hand of her newest friend and the three girls exchanged smiles then they headed toward the courtyard where the dance classes were held.
When they arrived there they noticed that everyone was already in position listening carefully to the teacher explain the next steps. Amy felt someone touch her arm and turned to find a somewhat worried Sheldon.
"Sorry for the delay, that girl decided to tease me again and lock me in the cleaning cabinet." The minute the words came out of her mouth, Amy felt Sheldon grow more alarmed and before he could say anything she went on. "It's okay! She did not hurt me. Penny and Bernadette have assured me she will not bother me anymore."
Amy looked back and only then did Sheldon seem to notice the other two girls behind Amy. "Oh, so for what I see you've made friends."
"Yes, I have". Amy smiled sweetly. "Girls, this is Sheldon Cooper."
The sisters smiled and waved at him and at once two boys appeared behind Sheldon.
"Sheldon, where were you? We looked for you everywhere, we thought Kripke was on your feet again." Said a small boy who wore glasses.
"Kripke?" Penny asked. "Are you referring to Barry Kripke?"
"Yes, the son of the owner of the school, do you believe that he pursues everyone, especially the new students?" replied the other one with an odd little fringe.
"Yes, his sister does the same," Bernadette replied, and then the older sister completed.
"She was going to leave Amy locked in the cleaning cabinet." The taller one rolled her eyes in indignation.
The conversation between the six seemed to catch the attention of the teacher who chastised them and told each one to go and look for their partner.
Sheldon introduced his two friends, the brothers Leonard and Howard Hofstadter. And then the six of them got in pairs, Sheldon and Amy; Leonard and Penny, and Howard and Bernadette.
After that dance class the life of the six children was never the same again.
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It was the day that Sheldon and Amy turned thirteen, sitting on the library floor at her home, reading the books they had earned as a birthday present, that they realized what they really felt for each other.
Amy was not at all worried about ruining the lilac dress, which her mother ordered especially for her birthday, she was absolutely immersed in the writing of Jane Austen, while Sheldon was lost in the adventures of Jules Verne. The two spent most afternoons in complete silence when they read things that were not related to science. It was a silent agreement that neither of them risked to break.
But that afternoon, almost at nightfall, a sigh from Amy completely out of Sheldon's attention that instantly stopped his reading and began to pay attention to her behavior.
She read it carefully and was so caught up in the novel that for a moment he thought she was going to get inside the book. He kept watching and when a tear trickled down Amy's face, he'd had enough.
"Amy, what is it?" She glanced up at him and watched him frown.
"Nothing. It was just the story that thrilled me." She said, wiping with the back of her hand the tears that kept flowing.
"If the novel makes you sad why keep reading?" He closed the book he was reading, mentally marking the page so he would not lose it later.
"You don't understand, Sheldon. I'm not sad, it's that ..." She looked up at the ceiling trying to find words that expressed what she was feeling, but none came "it's just beautiful, I mean their love," she explained seeing the confusion in his gaze.
"Oh," he seemed to ponder for a moment, and her attention turned again to the reading. But the shock of thefollowing question made her completely dismissed, "Do you like anyone, Amy?"
She was very intelligent and even if she was not, it did not take much thinking to understand what he was asking. But she decided that pretending don't understand was the best escape route.
"Of course," she said with conviction. He felt his heart stop for a moment, then she continued, "I like you, Missy, Leonard, Penny, my parents, your parents, Bern ...".
"Not like that," he interrupted, "I mean, in a romantic way."
Noting that she was not going to escape so easily, she marked the page she had stopped and closed the book.
"I guess that I do." She said looking at her hands on her lap.
"You just guess? You're not sure?" Amy just shook her head yes as she pressed her lips together. "How do we know we like someone?" seeing that the conversation was taking other paths she looked toward him.
"Well, the books I read always say that when you kiss someone you like, you feel butterflies in your stomach and your legs get weak. In some cases, the girl even lifts her foot slightly."
"So, would I have to kiss the girl to know if I like her or not?" She did not know if she liked the direction that conversation was taking, but she had to give him an answer, otherwise her feelings for him would be explicit.
"I think so, but if you feel like kissing her there's a good chance you're in love." She explained.
"Have you ever kissed someone, Amy?" The question caught her off guard. For this, she certainly did not expect, but decided to ignore the sweat sprouting in her hands and answer sincerely.
"No. And you know that, because I would have told you. I'm saving my first kiss for someone special," she took a deep breath and gathered all the count she had to return the question. "Have you ever?". If he thought she might have kissed someone without telling him, would he have done it? She needed to know.
"No," he shook his head and Amy let out the air she did not even know she was holding. Relieved she understood that the conversation was over, since moments passed and he did not say anything else, he just seemed to think. She was about to open the book again when Sheldon asked another question, by the way even more uncomfortable. "By chance, is this someone special you said you like?"
"I think so". She replied looking at the cover of the book on her lap.
"Why don't you tell him about your feelings?" Amy could sense some fear in his tone of voice.
"Because I'm afraid". She answered truthfully.
"Why would you be afraid?" He asked again, she felt that this would never end, but she had already answered so many uncomfortable things that she decided it was best to respond.
"Of being rejected, of feeling not reciprocal, of ... losing his friendship." At the last sentence their eyes met and he seemed to understand the message.
"He would be very dumb if he rejected you."
"You think so?" She questioned incredulously in her own ears.
"Of course you are, you're an incredible girl, Amy, I do not know any girl so smart and able to have an interesting conversation like you, and you're beautiful and ..."
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She interrupted.
Sheldon's cheeks reached fifty shades of red as he realized what he had just said. His mind turned into a void of words and he just nodded. A shy smile appeared at the corner of Amy's lips and without realizing what she was doing she leaned in a few inches and he closed his eyes. And in the moment her lips touched his cheeks, it grew even redder.
"Thanks". She said and pulled away examining him for a few moments while he still kept his eyes closed and raised his hand up to the profuse cheek seeming to still absorb the moment. Long seconds later and he was still in the same position.
In those long seconds, a thousand things went through Amy's head, but only the thought that she might have made a mistake made her extremely worried and she began to panic.
Sheldon took a deep breath as he lowered his arm and then opened his eyes. When their gazes met he smiled contentedly and she, well, she smiled relieved.
"I felt it Amy" as the girl frowned mischievously, he added, "the butterflies."
The girl's eyes widened and the air seemed to be trapped in her lungs. The meaning of those words seemed to be pounding in her chest, and her next words came without her noticing.
"I felt them too."
He let himself be guided by the feeling, which he rarely did, and the two of them approached slowly, staring at each other's lips until only their noses touched, then their hands lifted and held each other's faces and they concentrated in their respective breaths.
"Amy?" He whispered.
"Yes". She replied trying to keep her control so that she did not faint with the intensity of the stares that came back to cross.
"Can I kiss you?".
She did not answer, just closed her eyes.
And the next thing Sheldon could feel were the butterflies flying wildly in his stomach as Amy crushed her lips against his and then he seemed to felt the sweet taste her lips had. He had never imagined what their taste would be.
It was hard to say how long it lasted, it could have only been seconds or even hours. That kiss lasted all eternity within the very existence.
Sheldon moved away slowly, pulling her lower lip between his. And even after the end of the kiss they stood in that position for a few moments of closed eyes, trying to absorb the emotions so new at that moment.
They opened their eyes at the same time and soon found themselves only a few inches away. When Amy broke the silence.
"That was nice". She said softly.
"Good". He agreed in the same tone.
The sound of the door made them separate quickly, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
Mary Cooper appeared cheerful looking for her son.
"Oh, Sheldon, there you are, dear! I was looking for you! Come on, it's late." Good humor was unmistakable in her voice, but when neither of the two teenagers sitting on the floor near the bookshelf said anything and just looked at her with an expression of surprise and guilt, Mary suspected something was wrong. "Something happened?".
"Not". Both said together in exasperation.
"Are you sure?". The older woman questioned her eyebrows.
"It's okay, Mom. Amy was just a little emotional about the novel she's reading." Sheldon tried to explain.
Although he sucked in lying, Sheldon found ways to omit truths and make it sound like an acceptable and completely true answer.
"Are you sure?" She looked in the direction of Amy who just nodded.
"There's nothing wrong, Aunt Mary, you can rest easy." The younger girl forced a slightly unconvincing smile, but that served to make Mary abandon her intention of finding out what was happening.
"Well, if everthing's fine, I think we can go now, Sheldon! It's getting late and you need to rest, after all tomorrow both If you have class." She nodded to him to get up and so he did.
"See you tomorrow in dance class?" He asked, and a timid, yet sincere, hopeful smile sprang to the lips of the boy who had just given his first kiss.
"I will be there". She smiled the same way, and at the same moment Mary understood what had happened. She had borne that same silly smile on her face when she and her husband kissed for the first time.
"Good night, Amy." Sheldon said after getting up with his newest book and headed for the door, where he stood next to her mother.
"Good night, Sheldon. Good night, Aunt Mary." She said opening the book again where she had stopped.
"Good night dear". And with that they walked out of the library and the door behind them closed. "Do not think that you deceive me, I know very well what happedned inside there." And with that she incrised the pace leaving behind a wide-eyed Sheldon.
That night, the Cooper family said goodbye as usual. And the promise to see each other the next day left Sheldon and Amy light-hearted.
But not everything in life is sweet as the kiss they first gave that night.
A tragedy that moved the entire town made Sheldon never come back to that school again.