"Ma'am? You can't be here." A boy barely seventeen nudged Amy on the shoulder while she slept soundly on the bed of her dreams. "My manager is coming," he urged.
Amy suddenly opened her eyes when she realized that it was morning and that she was still on the display bed with her hair mussed and her skirt bunched up by her thighs.
"Oh, my god. Sheldon?" She looked left and right but was alone.
"Did you sleep here last night?" the boy asked.
"Of course not!" Amy said as if she were gravely offended at his insinuation. "I was just resting my eyes."
"Right."
Amy gathered her things and sloshed off the bed. This day was not living up to her expectations.
"Twerp."
Sheldon began to fidget in anticipation as he waited in the breakfast line at the hotel. It was French toast day after all. His phone rang in his pocket.
"Hello."
Where are you, Sheldon?
"I'm at the hotel. Is something wrong?"
Is something wrong? Hmmm let's see—maybe the fact that my boyfriend left me in a department store on a display mattress.
"But you were still sleeping."
Then you wake me up!
"I see."
Why are you at the hotel already?
"It's French toast day."
You're kidding.
"Excuse me?"
Goodbye, Sheldon.
Sheldon watched the light go out on his phone's screen. "Curiouser and curiouser." But it was his turn in line. He held out his plate. "More syrup, please."
"You didn't lose the tickets did you?" Penny asked Leonard.
"No, I did not lose them," Leonard said righteously. "I just can't find them. There 's a difference."
"All I know is that if I don't get to see The Blue Man Group while we're here, you're sleeping with Raj tonight," Penny said smugly as she watched Leonard scamper around the room frantically.
"I know they're here. I saw them just a few hours ago."
"Did you check the pockets of the jacket you wore to breakfast a few hours ago?"
Leonard hung his head in shame as he reached into the pocket and found the tickets.
"Found 'em," he mumbled.
Knock, knock, knock.
Penny answered the door to see Howard, Bernadette, and Emily looking ready to take on the town.
"So, what should we do 'til the show?" Howard asked excitedly. "It is our last day here, afterall."
"I don't know," Penny answered, "We have plenty of time. Wanna check out the brochures and see what we can do 'til tonight?"
"Oh, we may have a problem," Leonard interrupted while he held the tickets close to his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Penny questioned.
"Uhhh, well we may not have time to do much before the show."
"Why? It doesn't start until 7:30 pm."
"That's true. There is a showing at 7:30," Leonard tried to avoid eye contact, "But our tickets are for the twelve o'clock showing."
"What?" Howard hissed. "That's in forty-five minutes!"
"You got matinee tickets?" Penny glared.
"I didn't request them," Leonard said with his head still facing the floor. "They must have given me the wrong tickets."
"Well, what do we do now?" Bernie asked.
" We get our butts in gear and get over there. I'm not missing that show."
"Okay," Howard said, "But I don't even think Raj is awake."
"Yeah, and Amy never came back to our room last night," Emily added.
"That's odd." Leonard said in a concerned voice. "Come to think of it, I didn't hear Sheldon do his gurgling and oral hygiene routine last night. I actually couldn't sleep without the sound coming through the wall."
"Wait, so they never came home after Amy drove him to the store?" Bernie asked.
"Looks like it," Howard said.
"Who cares. Find them and tell them to meet us downstairs. We have forty minutes to make this work," Penny urged.
"I'm not going to see that preposterous display of human stupidity," Sheldon huffed as he stood in the doorway of his hotel room.
"C'mon, dude. They already paid for your ticket," Raj said while Howard held the ticket up for Sheldon to see.
"I didn't ask them to. I told them I had no interest in going."
"Fine." Raj threw his hands up in frustration. "Can you at least tell us where Amy is? We're kind of in a hurry."
Sheldon paused in thought for a moment before answering. "Still at the store, I assume," he said nonchalantly.
"The store? You saw her leave?" Howard asked.
"Yes, last night. She drove me there."
"Sheldon, that was yesterday."
"I know. We got locked inside last night and they only opened a couple hours ago, most of which she slept through, so accounting for breakfast and driving time, she's probably still out."
"What the hell?" Howard said. "I am so confused."
"Well, that's nothing new," Sheldon said as he shut the door.
"Ass," Howard mumbled.
Penny and Leonard rushed towards Howard and Raj. "So, is he coming?" Penny asked.
"No. You expected that, I'm sure," Howard began, "But he said that Amy's not here. Something about them getting locked in a store overnight."
But just as Penny was going to speak, she was brushed aside by a faceless person with disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes.
"Move it or lose it, bubba," the person said hoarsely.
Penny looked closely only to realize that it was Amy. And she looked terrible.
"Amy? Are you okay?"
"Oh, hey bestie. I've been better."
"God, Amy. You look awful."
"Then the outside matches the inside. Thanks for this trip, bestie. But please don't ask me along next time. I don't think I'd survive."
"What's going on, Amy?" Leonard asked.
"I'll tell you what's going on. Between Sheldon making up very intimate details about our sex life, getting locked in a store together over night where he made many of those intimate details come true and proceeded to leave me there to rot, his nauseating obsession with that Emily chick, and the fact that she had the fucking audacity to kiss him in this very hotel has been quite a bit to deal with in two days. Now," Amy brushed the hair from her face and breathed in deeply, "I have some business to attend to."
She threw her shoes to the side and pounded on Sheldon's door. "Sheldon Lee Cooper, open this door right now or you won't live to see another day!"
Sheldon answered in a flash and shuddered behind the door. He'd never seen Amy this angry. He was terrified, but his fear was laced with an unnamed emotion—one that burned in the pit of his stomach. One that mad his groin feel—odd.
Amy stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind her.
"Enjoy the show," she said to Penny.
But the real show had just begun.
"Sit." Amy pushed Sheldon on the bed.
"You know," he stammered, "That show they are going to see sounded very good and I was very much looking forward to it. Shall we join them?"
"Why did you act like that last night, Sheldon? Was it some kind of game?"
"What do you mean?" he yelped.
"The sex! Or a version of it. How can you do that and then ditch me as soon as the sun comes up?"
"It was French toast day."
"So you're saying that your routine is more important than I am?"
Sheldon didn't answer.
"Last night obviously wasn't a part of any routine. Why was that acceptable?"
"We were locked in a store," he began, "There was no routine to be had. I simply did the best I could to maintain some semblance of order."
"So that's all it was? Just a fluke occurrence because the order of your daily life was momentarily altered?"
Again—Sheldon declined to answer.
"What if I asked you to repeat last night, right now? What if I asked you to make me feel exactly as I did then? What would you say?"
"It's Sunday. We have nothing like that scheduled, and more to the point, it's not in the relationship agreement."
"The relationship agreement…" Amy mused. "It all comes down to the relationship agreement."
Amy paused.
"Fine. Let's change it."
"Oh, Amy. That could take weeks. I need time to research and prepare. Not to mention I don't have my notary stamp."
Amy walked to the adjoining door, opened it, and turned to Sheldon just before it closed. "Meet me here. You have one hour."
Thank you again for all the kind reviews. They truly are a driving force for this story. They make me write faster. I'm glad so many of you are enjoying the story thus far. I will do my best not to disappoint. Until the, Long Live The Shamy! Ready, review, enjoy.
