It felt weird walking into Leonard and Sheldon's apartment knowing it was only going to be me and Sheldon, I felt like I would have to explain myself to anyone if they came in or found it strange, as if we were sneaking around, which would be ridiculous, being that we're both adults and can do whatever we want and not have to worry about involving anyone else in it.

Not that it helped with the butterflies that were going insane in the pit of my stomach, but one has to stay hopeful.

"Oh hey guys, what are you up to?" instantly panic stricken I spun around to face Leonard, trying to think up some reason as to why I was there when no one else was, well except for Sheldon of course. Sheldon answered before I had a chance, though, obviously not feeling there was any need to feel secretive about what we were doing, not that we needed to, it was only dinner after all.

It wasn't a date.

"Oh hello Leonard." Sheldon responded merrily. "Morgan and I were just about to have dinner." he held up his bag of Thai food like it was a Nobel prize. Leonard looked at me for a moment, clearly puzzled as to why anyone would willingly have dinner with Sheldon.

"Oh, well that's, er, nice?" he said, not quite sure if it actually was. I nodded, sitting in Leonard's usual seat next to the couch.

"Are you still eating with Priar?" I asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

"Yeah I am. Wait, how did you know I was eating with Priar?" he asked, realising he hadn't mentioned it to me before. I shrugged pointing to Sheldon. Leonard turned on Sheldon, who only looked back with mere curiosity as to what he had done wrong.

"I'm sorry I was unaware that your dinner plans with Priar were supposed to private. I'll keep that in mind for future dinner plans." Leonard just shook his head heading for the door, Sheldon stopped him though when he had a sudden thought.

"Uh, just so we're clear. Does this agreement of Privacy account just for Priar of does it include everyone?" Leonard huffed throwing his arms in the air as he said exasperatedly,

"Just forget it Sheldon. It doesn't even matter. Have a nice evening you two." he added onto the end, giving me a tight forced smile. I was just trying not to laugh at them.

"Well if it didn't matter then why would you bring it up? My Thai food is getting cold, I could been eating by now if you hadn't brought something up that wasn't important." Leonard stood by the door, dumb founded, before throwing his hands in the air and walking out, almost slamming the door as he closed it. Sheldon came over with my food and sat it on the coffee table in front of me, thankfully he did turn the TV on, which was good because as I predicted we ate in silence. I struggled with the chopsticks trying to balance my food on the end of the stick, I settled with just stabbing my pork with them. Sheldon sighed when he looked over and saw my violent actions. He got up without saying anything and walked into the kitchen, I heard him going through draws, I assumed through cutlery draws as I heard a bunch a clinking. He returned with a fork and placed it on the table in front of me.

I felt myself blushing as I leant forward to pick up the fork, I envied how he handled his chopsticks with such expertise, he didn't drop any food onto the floor or himself, he didn't resort to stabbing his food or just tipping the box up and letting the rice fall into his mouth, which would have been my next move. He must have felt me staring because he suddenly put his food down and looked over at me expectantly.

"Can I help you with anything?" I shook my head at first shoving pork into my mouth before I opened it again and made a fool of myself. He nodded, a small pleased smile on his face, but just as he was about to put more food into his mouth I dropped my fork onto the table and cleared my throat. He grimaced, obviously knowing that I was about to start talking again.

"Can you teach me how to use a fork?" he raised his eyebrows, trying to see If I as kidding. He didn't seem too pleased anymore when he saw that I wasn't just going to let him eat in peace.

"Really Morgan? You want me to teach you now?"

"Well, I cant think of a better time than when we're actually using them, and there's no time like the present right?" I said, trying to sound like him so he couldn't argue with me.

"I suppose you're right." I smiled triumphantly, he squinted, I assumed this to be his 'evil' glare. Again, I found myself trying not to laugh. He moved from where he was sitting and came over to me squatting in the space between the two couches. He picked up my chopsticks and placed them in my hands and then picked his up.

"Now, pinch the ends here," he said, demonstrating, then sighing in disappointment when he looked over to see that I hadn't caught on straight away. "No, like this, see. Yes, as if you were holding a pen." I pulled my eyebrows down. I had never held a pen like this. I decided to make some fun out of this, mainly for me and annoy him.

"But I don't hold a pen like this. This is how I hold my pen." and I proceeded to switch fingers and only aggravate him.

"When would you hold a pen like that?" he asked in dismay, moving back to his seat. I snorted, getting up and rummaging through his desk until I found a pen. I held it up and smirked.

"Right now." he opened his mouth but surprisingly, closed it. I was almost stunned. Sheldon Cooper actually stopped himself from saying something? Sheldon Cooper was possibly lost for words, I hadn't even known him for a whole week yet and even I knew he could never shut himself up.

That was about when I decided I wasn't hungry anymore, I thought I would see what else Sheldon Cooper was capable of doing which he had never shown anyone else, or at least me yet.

"You know, I think I'm sick of Thai food now." he looked over at me, puzzled.

"But it's Thai food night. What other foods could you have except for Thai food? I'll tell you what foods. None." I rolled my eyes.

"Sheldon I meant something more along the lines of, what do you do for fun?" realisation clicked and he nodded to show he understood now.

"Oh, well in that case. Usually Leonard and I play Halo." I was so willing to see what Sheldon was like when he wasn't being, well, Sheldon that I actually agreed.

"Okay then, lets play Halo." he shook his head though, still eating his food and watching the TV, he was barely paying attention to me now.

"We cant. We only play Halo on Wednesdays. You're welcome to join us, but we cant play today." I huffed.

"Well, what else do you do?" he just looked at me, unsure what else I wanted from this discussion. Apparently geniuses could still be idiots then. That was good to know. He went back to the TV, so I looked around for something, anything that we could do that didn't involve sitting here and doing nothing. My chopsticks routine hadn't worked, that had worked on so many occasions, but usually when I was on a date. And I never actually learnt how to use them, because we ended up having sex. Finally something caught my eye. I jumped up when I saw it. They had that guitar hero game. I loved it, I had only played a couple times with my brother and we were drunk but I was sure it would be fun when I was sober.

"Sheldon!" I squealed. A little too loudly because he jumped almost a mile and threw his food in the air, which landed over the two of us. "Ew." I mumbled quietly, he still heard me and gave me a stern look. Like he was my father or something. After I had helped him clean everything up, he finally turned around and looked at me, giving me the full attention I had wanted the whole time but wasn't sure I wanted anymore now that I had it.

"What on Earth was so important it caused you to force me to discard my dinner?" I shrunk back so he wasn't so close and intimidating with his height. He raised his brows and crossed his arms across his chest impatiently.

"Well, er, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to play Guitar Hero?" he dropped his arms, looking more irritated than when he first lost his food.

"Morgan, I would certainly think not." he looked at his watch, then back to me. "It's almost nine thirty, people would not appreciate the noise." I rolled my eyes. This had the potential to be very easy to get around.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. Hey, uh, do you want a drink? I'll make you a special one to make up for making you spilling your food." he thought for a moment.

"It's not alcoholic is it? I don't drink alcohol." I looked straight into his eyes, and lied.

"Of course not." I gave him an angelic grin, and he smiled nodding. Waiting for him to take his seat again before I went into the cupboards looking for the alcohol. I had seen Leonard take a bottle of something out before he left tonight. I knew they had to have it. No one has a house with a no alcohol. It just doesn't work.

I smiled when I finally found it, I knew it. I thought to myself. Even in the house or apartment of Sheldon Cooper there was alcohol. I found the one I needed, then decided against it. A simple drop of vodka in a glass soda, and he'll be none the wiser. I hid behind the bench as I poured, luckily there was no taste in drink, but I could tell there was more than soda in there. I questioned whether it was bad or not to spike someone's drink, I thought it would fine as I wasn't planning on taking him into my room and jumping his unconscious bones, I just needed him a little drunk so he would be fun and carefree and see if the Sheldon Cooper that everyone else saw was real or just a pretence.

"Oh thank you." he smiled warmly when I handed his drink to him. I returned the smile and sat down with my drink, which was just a little stronger than his. I didn't want to run the risk of this game not being as fun when you're sober.

I didn't have to wait long before I knew it had hit him. Suddenly he stood up, not knowing what he wanted so he sat back down, he looked terribly confused.

"Sheldon, are you okay?" he looked over to me as if he was just noticing that I was here.

"I drank soda that tasted funny." I nodded, yep, it was definitely time.

"Oh yeah, I think I accidently spilt some of my special drink into yours, I was hoping you wouldn't notice. Is there anything I can do to make it better?" he shook his head, looking like he wanted to lie down. Well, it was now or never. At least if he said no again I could put him to bed and just leave.

"Well, maybe if you did something to take your mind off of it, you wont pay attention to it anymore." he nodded eagerly, I did feel bad for spiking his drink, but it wasn't a lot and he was still conscious. He would thank me for it someday.

"Guitar Hero…?" He paused momentarily, I held my breath waiting for his answer, but he smiled and jumped up, looking more excited than I'd seen him in the few days I had known him. I jumped up with him, sharing his enthusiasm. He plugged everything in, changing the channels and put the disk in, I just stood behind him, waiting for him to say we were ready to go. When he did, I stopped. I didn't know anything else except singing. My brother always played the Guitar and he friends would play the drums or whatever else was left over.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking worried.

"I don't know how to play the Guitar bit…" he thought for a moment, handing me the microphone and the stand. At first we were a bit, well, we sounded like drunks, even though our drinks weren't that strong, it's not like we had food to absorb it. I stopped half way through the second song. Neither of us was feeling it yet. It was time for my extra special drink, which was the same as the first but stronger and with a tiny splash of tequila. Again, I didn't let him see me pouring the drinks. I handed it back to him and he threw the entire drink back straight away. My jaw dropped, that was impressive but I was a little worried that he couldn't hold his drinks. I shrugged after he told me to hurry up and took a swig from mine. I went through the list of songs until I found the one I wanted. Shania Twain's 'I feel like a woman'. Sheldon had already ditched the Guitar and groaned when he saw the song, apparently he had had enough of that song the morning Penny had woken him singing it and making French toast on what was supposed to be oatmeal day. I settled the argument by telling him he was crazy for having allotted days for food. Then I played the song and to my surprise he grabbed the microphone off me and started singing when the chorus came on. I was right after all, he was fun, you know, when he wasn't being himself. Our faces were only inches apart while we were singing, I could feel his breath on my face, I found myself staring at him the entire time, if he noticed he didn't let on, so I didn't stop, I couldn't stop myself either way.

I found myself refilling our drinks a few times throughout the night, I stopped hiding the drinks, I just mixed them right in front of him, not that he seemed to care at this point in time. He was more far gone than me. The drinks started getting the stronger and stronger until the soda was the only thing that was getting splashed in, everything else was as strong as I could get it without wanting to throw it straight back up. We had gotten sick of playing Guitar Hero after about the fourth round of drinks, I found one of the few music CDs in the apartment and put It on as loud as I dared, I grabbed Sheldon's hands and wrapped them around my waist, at first he was a little stiff, not sure how to move, but when he saw that I wasn't dancing like a professional, or just a normal person with rhythm, he got looser and started moving with me. I put my hands on either side of his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible, we were literally standing on top of each other now, not that I cared. It's what I wanted. I entwined my fingers In his short silky hair, curling until it knotted in my fists.

We weren't dancing for long before we were out of breath and sweating, I started feeling woozy and unsteady on my feet, I worried about Sheldon, seeing as he never drank, he could in danger of throwing up his organs. He had slumped onto the couch, his neck was red but his face looked pale and whiter than usual, enough for me to turn the music off and pull him off the couch. I put one of his arms over my shoulder so I could support him and walk him to his bedroom. I pulled back his sheets and helped him sit down. When I turned to leave he let out a little whiney moan, like a drunken dog who was begging for snacks or a walk.

"What's wrong Sheldon?" I whispered, even though we remained the only people in the apartment.

"You have to help me get dressed into my pyjamas." I stared him down, trying to tell if he meant it, he wasn't the double meaning kind of guy.

"Are you serious?" I whispered loudly. He nodded, pointing to his closet where I would find his clothes, he started lifting his shirt over his head but in his drunken state got stuck and started panicking.

"Stop moving and let me help." I scolded him, he dropped his arms and let me pull the shirt over his head, then I had to move the other shirt as well. Without even thinking about it I started unzipping his pants, I stopped before I didn't anything else as soon as I realised what I was doing. I shook my head, standing up, I turned to leave, telling Sheldon he was just going to have to dress himself, but his hand on my arm stopped me. He asked if I could help him one more time after he tried himself and almost fell over. He told me I wasn't allowed to look, however tempted I might have been, I didn't. I looked away as I pulled his pants off and picked up his pyjamas and slipped the bottoms on.

That's when I really started feeling dizzy, I stood up suddenly, holding my head in my hands, as if that was going to stop the thumping and spinning, I fell back onto the bed where Sheldon, uncomfortably, tried to keep me awake, asking me questions that even he couldn't answer in his intoxicated condition. I couldn't remember where I fell asleep, if I was with anyone or alone. I didn't remember getting dressed or undressed, walking across the hall or staying in Sheldon's bed. The thumping in my head is what brought me to the next morning, and face to face with a new problem, which had nothing to do with a hangover or what my mother thought of me leaving home and coming to Pasadena. This was a problem that no girl wanted to have, especially when she lived across the hall from it.

…...TBC…...