A/N:
So, hi. I'm not quite sure how it will go, all I know is that I love Shamy so much and- yup. I needed to. Hope you enjoy reading and patiently wait for Chapter I which I'm going to post soon.
I own nothing of The Big Bang Theory. This is for entertainment purposes only.
She didn't exactly know what has got into her. It was truly something strange and it stirred inside of her, something that made her throw the resignation letter she wrote the night before at her boss' desk and, oh holy guacamole!, the way she spat at Mr. Johnson after all these years curling in his lab... Oh, well, he was going to remember this for a long, long time. Not every day you get to be called an old prick with your head up in your deep-ass toilet, therefore unable of hearing any goddamn request and question because of the constant water flushing. Self-centered pervert and a walking, money-corrupted failure. She didn't know what satisfied her more – the fact that he couldn't say a thing out of pure shock or just the shock she caused him. Oh yeah.
Not only that she acted like a anger-run teenager with her former boss and – as she noticed not so long ago – definitely an idiot, she also nearly threw her pair of keys at Bitchttany (or was it actually Brittany? She couldn't care less) after the said definitely inappropriately dressed woman tried to make yet another snarky comment on Amanda's conservative looks. Or quiet and withdrawn personality. Or anything, actually, because girls like that would never let her go and focus on their things. And God help her, she was so not the type to do such things. But she was so goddamn over with this bullshit, she needed to get the hell away from there as soon as possible.
Mumbling something between "Lord help me" and "or I will kill them all", she got into her old, nearly wrinkled car with a loud huff. Her head turned as she backed the car away slowly, brows furrowed and fist clenched. She needed to get out of there, as soon as possible, before something could possibly change her mind and make her run upstairs, begging for forgiveness. But, then again, there was no going back. She made it clear the night before, when she finally packed all the things she needed for her three long weeks of ultimate pleasure and rest. Three weeks, as for the time being. She didn't plan on staying any longer, but maybe if she could find any job in Pasadena, maybe if she could finally make sure to fulfill her dreams, that would be it. Maybe she would finally settle.
A sigh escaped her plush lips as she soon reached her home, the sight of a tall building somewhat comforting and calming. Amy closed the car, and the sound of the squeaking front door made her smile as she opened it wide. She knew exactly where she wanted to live once she decided to move. Everything went under consideration: the short distance from her – then at least – new work, the humidity of the area, neighborhood that seemed like the nicest one (she didn't want drunk teenagers taking a leak on her car, really) and, of course, the charm of the building. Despite being a woman of science, she truly believed that sleeping in a building that makes you feel better and comforted, makes the dreams better. Of course she has never spoken about it out loud, knowing how the people from her former work would react to this, but she knew all along. It worked. And no one was going to make her think differently.
Managing to somehow get the keys out of her wallet somewhat hidden under the spare cardigan she packed to work, Amy finally got the door open. It wasn't dark outside, but the sun didn't reach the windows in her apartment until the late noon. She looked around, nearly expecting to see something unusual, but it was all the same: blue walls with white ornaments, two white boards in case she needed to write anything down quickly, the flat-screened TV with a DVD player and Wii plugged in.
She threw the bag onto the white couch, accidentally knocking off the blanket she put over the cushions but she didn't care. She took her phone out of her pocket, walking over to the sink as she dialed the desired number and poured herself some water. It was not long before she could hear the satisfying beeping sound. One, two, three...
"Penny? Hi, it's Amy."