A/N I recently got into Supernatural, and I'm writing a Sam x OC fanfic. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to read it! For now, though, we'll start with the next chapter of The Art of Breaking Up. So, sit back, grab a Krabby Patty, and enjoy the ride.

Chapter Eleven

"You didn't tell me you had a cousin."

Leonard looked up from the newspaper he was reading (who even kept up with the news nowadays, let alone reading it? Things keep coming up that never cease to amaze me.)

"I didn't think it was that important," he admitted.

"Well, these are the kind of things I'd like to know." Jake had been a distant cousin to Elvis- that was one of the first things that he'd told me. And that his last girlfriend had gotten to meet Michael Jackson (how…?) a few years before he died.

"You have relatives that are dead?" I asked, and he nodded. "Well, that's depressing."

He shrugged and turned on the TV.

"You're a virgin, right?"

I looked up, a tad bit surprised that he would bring this up, when clearly, I had clarified that I was. "Yes." I tried not to sound too irritated.

"That's not a bad thing," Leonard said. "It means we can sacrifice you."

"What?" He couldn't be serious.

"You're pure," he finished, and my middle finger told him what I thought of that statement.

Later that day, Raj and Howard came over. Sheldon was perched on the couch, Katie sitting on his lap. (It amazed me how he could barely look at me, yet he still had a girlfriend. I thought he hated everyone who didn't live up to his expectations.

Raj, Howard, Sheldon, and Katie were still in the living room, but Leonard and I were in the kitchen, getting the food ready.

"How on earth," I asked as Leonard pulled out a tupperware box, "does Sheldon Cooper have a girlfriend?"

"Sheldon and Katie met through me," Leonard said, digging through the cabinets. "I guess they just have a lot in common."

"Like?" I couldn't imagine Sheldon having anything in common with anyone.

"Well," Leonard said, considering this, "I guess Katie sort of taught Sheldon how to feel emotion. Before Katie, he was resistant and shut himself out. Especially after Amy broke up with him. He got almost forty cats after that."

"Wow," I said. "That's quite a story."

"Not just a story," Leonard said with a grin. "It really happened."

"Right." Sheldon was going to end up a mad scientist in a house in the middle of nowhere with 100 cats. "I think he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you." Leonard handed me the tupperware, and I put the potato chips into it. "Like I said, he's much like a cat himself. I think that's why he likes them so much- their personalities contrast."

"I guess." I took the the bowl of mac n cheese from the fridge (that I had made earlier, thank you very much) and set it on the counter. "Leonard?"

"Hmm?" His voice was muffled by the cupboards.

"What do you think Katie sees in Sheldon?" I asked, examining the mac n cheese. It was the Velveeta kind- with creamy cheese and shell-shaped noodles. I was making sure there wasn't any hair or slip-up I'd made with the food.

"Well, what do you see in me?" Leonard leaned against the counter, looking over at me.

"You." I gestured to him with my hand. "You, with your nerdy glasses and Star Wars T-shirt. You're a little weird- and dorky sometimes- but you're really sweet." I leaned against the fridge, arms crossed over my chest, and stared at him.

"You know," Leonard said, coming closer to me, "even as a friend, I...I love you."

Awww. What a dork. But a sweet dork. "Maybe someday it'll turn into more than that," he said quietly.

"Leonard, I like you." I chewed on my lip and put my arms around his shoulders, leaning into his chest. "I like you a lot." Way more than I did Jake.

He sighed, a sigh that sounded like a happy, puppy-like sigh, and held me closer.

"Maybe someday, it will become more," I murmured, as we leaned into each other, holding onto the moment.

"Sophie?"

"Yes?"

His voice was muffled by my shoulder. "Do you ever just wish you could stop time?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're having a really good time with someone, and you just want it to stop. So you can savor that moment. And, whatever you want to say that came into your mind after that moment, you can say during that moment."

"I just don't think that's possible," I mumbled, always the one to be cynical.

"But what if it was? What if you could? I mean, what would you do?"

"I don't know." I'd never thought of it like that before. "I'd do a lot of things, I guess."

Leonard smiled, pulling me even closer, as the TV in the living room played on, just a segment of the ordinary in your every day life.