A/N Ugh. Writer's block. This sucks- it makes writing seem like a chore. But don't worry, I'm not going to quit writing this story anytime soon, which goes to show because I'm uploading a new chapter.

Chapter Seven

As Leonard hugged me one last time, he slipped his hand into my pocket. Zoinks! I nuzzled against his chest.

"I'll see you later this week?" Leonard proposed in a low voice.

"Of course." I pulled back and kissed his chin before turning around and waving, heading to my apartment door.

I closed the door. Once I was inside, I leaned against it and closed my eyes and stuck my hand into my pocket. I felt something soft and papery in it.

I pulled the curious object out and saw it had writing on it, and above it Leonard's name.

I bit my lip, smirking and staring at the paper.

While furiously making out with me, he'd given me his number.

That smooth fucker.

Leonard's POV

He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and struggled to open the apartment door.

Dammit! The key must have been stuck again. Well, this was irritating.

Leonard sighed, attempting for the third time to get the door open. It wouldn't budge.

"Goddammit." If only Sophie had stuck around a little longer, she could have fixed the door. Maybe.

Okay, maybe he wasn't thinking about the door. The makeout session had been great. Much better than Penny. Although sex with Penny was great, he wondered what it would be like with Sophie.

"Hey, Lenny." A familiar voice, one that he hadn't heard in several weeks, jolted him out of his daydream. "Whatcha havin' trouble with?"

He didn't even need to turn around to know that it was Penny. Prying at him.

"No, everything's fine." Leonard tried to keep his voice neutral- not annoyed, not curious. Just simply bored and uninterested. What was he supposed to say? Hi, ex-girlfriend who had sex with me and then left me? Hope you have a fantastic night! He suddenly realized how bitter he truly was about the whole ordeal.

"Here." Penny walked over, grabbing the keys from him. "I'm pretty sure I can fix it if it's jammed again."

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall dramatically. Thank you. Now go away.

She finally un-jammed (or whatever) the door. "Here ya go."

"Thanks," he mumbled, inching into the apartment. Sheldon should be home any moment now. And they'd watch their nightly episode of Doctor Who.

"How have you been?" Penny asked. Her blonde hair was braided, reaching her hips. She was wearing her rainbow sweatshirt and white cut-off jeans. He remembered falling for her pretty smile and her magnificent, out-going personality. Sure, she was ditzy and clumsy sometimes, but he'd loved her. He felt a pang of guilt hit him. It felt like Chuck Norris had round-house kicked him in the heart.

"Fine," Leonard answered simply. "How about you?"

"Good." She threw him the dazzling, award-winning smile he'd once upon a time dreamed about every night. "I've been hanging out with this guy from school. He's been showing me around his house, it's really nice."

"Is this Mr. Rich Guy?" Leonard's must have sounded more sharper than he'd intended, because Penny sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Jesus, Leonard. It's over. Can't you realize that?"

Don't fall for her again. Don't you dare fall for her again.

He inched into his apartment, closing the door in her face. It shut with a resounding click.

He searched around the apartment. God, he needed a distraction. Something to keep his mind off of what had been bothering him, eating him up inside, for the past month.

He remembered her asking him once: "What did I do?"

Oh, nothing, besides ripping my soul out for literally two months.

Leonard found his old radio. Stop thinking! He was driving himself crazy. He turned on his radio to some old classic rock station he'd never heard of before.

"I Said the Wrong Thing, to the Right Girl" by Keel began to play.