The Frustration Compulsion: Chapter 14
A Bbt Fanfic
*a/n Hey guys, I'm back after a short intermission, having done none of the things that I stopped writing in order to do. I've just been far too distracted about the Shamy! I'm currently reading The Proposal Reaction by NerdForestGirl, the second fic in a series of three fics. It's so amazing, I love it so much. If you happen to be reading this, NerdForestGirl, just know that I love your story to pieces! Anyways, thank you all for the positive reviews, I love them all c: I hope you enjoy this chapter, feel free to review if you'd like~
Previously…
"Wow," Sheldon breathed, his heart beating furiously inside his chest. "Looks like I'm going on another fully functioning vintage train with my girlfriend and 3 of my beloved comic book writers all the way to Texas to see MeeMaw."
When he put it like that, it sounded all the more unbelievable.
Currently…
As time went on, the proposal that Amy had made seemed very much like a dream to Sheldon. His week had tumbled by him and it was now Friday. They would be leaving soon for their trip. There was no way she could have pulled this off, but if she did, then she was a miracle worker.
Still, even as Amy's car came into view from his spot on the curb, Sheldon was having an increasingly difficult time wrapping his mind around such a thing. If this was for real, he owed Amy.
Big time.
"Hewo, Coowpa," Sheldon groaned out loud when he heard an all-too familiar voice come up from behind him before Amy had even parked yet. He would have to deal with his colleague for at least another three minutes or so.
"What do you want, Kripke?" Sheldon muttered in response, keeping his gaze towards the parking lot and his back to the person he was conversing with. Suddenly, Kripke appeared by his side, and through the corner of his eye, Sheldon watched as he through his hands in the air; attempting to be offended. Sheldon couldn't tell whether or not he actually felt offended, but he didn't care anyway.
"Woah, Coowpa, when did you become so distant?" Kripke asked, towering over Sheldon with a smirk dancing across his lips. He had a certain lisp in his voice that made everyone in the university go mad.
"When did you care so much about my life?" Sheldon shot back, his irritation clearly showing in his tone of voice. Still, he kept his back to the university and his gaze on the parking lot, despite the fact that one of his enemies was sitting at his side.
"What awe you doing owt hewe anyway?" Kripke questioned, giving Sheldon a stare down that made him want to wiggle in his spot. Still, Sheldon had dealt with plenty of bullies in his childhood, so he kept a straight face and attempted to even his breathing levels.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend," Sheldon replied to Kripke in a simple tone; his eyes beginning to wander a bit. He noticed that the sky had gotten considerably darker than it had been just hours previous, despite the fact that it was only just after three in the afternoon. The air had also chilled slightly, enough to make him want to wrap his light jacket around himself. Instead, he had stuffed it into his messenger back to free his hands.
"Awe, how pwesious." Kripke mocked, giggling slightly to himself. Sheldon turned his head slowly and gave him a quick glare before he heard Kripke whistle rather loudly, causing him to throw his head in the same direction so they were both looking in the same place.
"Now that's hawt." Kripke continued, whistling even louder, if that were possible. Sheldon looked absolutely mortified. That was Amy he was talking about. His Amy…
"If you'll excuse me," Sheldon said rather angrily; getting up so fast that the world seemed to spin as his vision turned to gray and he felt dizzy. Still, he pressed onward, leaving Kripke to stare back at him in complete and utter confusion.
As Sheldon approached Amy, his vision cleared enough for him to see that the bright smile that her lips were captured in dissipated into a look confusion. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but not before Sheldon practically lunged himself at her, hugging her tightly and pulling back slightly to place a gentle kiss on her temple.
To say that Amy was delighted was quite the understatement. There was a jumble of expressions showing on her face as she returned Sheldon's hug and rested her chin on his shoulder, taking in the scent of his neck.
She couldn't help but wonder exactly why Sheldon was doing all of this. That was until she saw Kripke over his shoulder, looking back at them with such a fire burning in his eye that made Amy cringe.
Apparently, Sheldon must have felt her cringe against him because he immediately pulled away. His face fell and his lips twitched into a kind of frown that Amy had never seen on him before. He looked as if he was going to burst into tears at any moment.
"Sheldon-" Amy said, desperately trying to fix the situation before it could ruin their perfect weekend that hadn't even started yet. However, her plea fell on death ears as she was cut off with a throat clear and glances in all directions except hers.
The chill in the air had turned more prominent as gusts of wind hit Sheldon like a violent shove into a tree. He shivered in response. Being in Amy's embrace had proven to bring great warmth and security to him, but now that he knew how much Amy disliked the action, he struggled to keep his distance from her. This whole thing confused him to no end.
"I'm sorry, the action was inappropriate, I didn't give you a notice, and I shouldn't have done it." Sheldon apologized in a rush; tripping and stumbling over his words. Amy just stared back at him blankly and he wondered what on Earth was going through her mind at that moment.
In fact, nothing was going through Amy's mind at all. Literally, nothing. Normally, her mind would be swarming with thoughts about what was happening and why it was happening, but this time, she couldn't even form a single coherent thought.
The only thing that she knew was that she was cold.
Before anything else could happen, Sheldon had swiftly moved passed Amy, being careful not to touch her. In a matter of moments, he had strode over to her car and gotten in, expecting her to follow right after him.
Instead, she made her way over to talk to Kripke, who was still sat on the curb where he had been when she had first approached him.
Not knowing why exactly she had come over to him, Amy just stood before him, peering down at him with her confusion clearly evident on her face.
After a moment, Kripke had gestured for her to sit next to him on the curb, and she complied, gingerly sitting beside him. Not long after that was when she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her hands against her arms to try and generate some heat in her body since Sheldon had pulled away.
Kripke didn't push her, so the two sat in silence for a few more heartbeats while Amy collected her thoughts. When she had formed a coherent thought, she opened her mouth to begin saying something before closing it again and staring off into the distance.
She was still rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
Without taking his gaze off of a nearby tree, Kripke inched towards Amy and gingerly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Unfortunately, Amy was so zoned out that at first she didn't even register what was happening. But in an instant, a wave of heat hit her and it snapped her back into reality; causing her to flinch and shuffle away from him. She instantly regretted it as a blast of cold air hit her body all at once.
Kripke looked hurt, but before Amy had time to register anything that had happened in the previous two minutes, Sheldon came stomping his way from her car over to her and Kripke, staring down at him with such a livid and ballistic look taking over his perfect features.
Amy shivered and embraced her own body tightly with her arms once again. This time, it wasn't due to the cold; it was simply out of fear of what her boyfriend would do.
"Alwight, Coowpa, I get it. Hawve a goowd niwght." Kripke attempted to apologize with a slight nod. However, before he could even get up to walk away, Sheldon cleared his throat and stared back at him with such fierceness in his eyes that made Amy take a step back.
"No, Kripke, you don't get it." The anger wasn't showing much in his voice as it was on his face and in his eyes. In fact, his voice was barely above a whisper. Above all, Kripke was completely lost in his confusion.
"Sheldon-" Amy squeaked, attempting to break up the tension between them and start their weekend train trip to Texas. However, Sheldon was having none of it as he gently placed his hand on her arm and shoved her away slightly.
At the contact, warmth traveled through Amy's arm, but the second that Sheldon had pulled his hand away, it was gone, and Amy was left observing the interaction between the two men in front of her.
"Listen here, Kripke," Sheldon demanded, towering over his enemy like one massive giant. "You don't get, like you say you do. You haven't spent your whole life blocking everybody out, never getting any closer to someone than a handshake, and that was if you were lucky. I haven't had my first hug from someone who wasn't my family until Penny came along, and that wasn't even a decade ago. I haven't had my first kiss since Amy came along, and that was nearly 4 years ago! I've never been in a relationship before, I've never experienced having someone that I hold so near and dear to my heart just ignore it all and throw it away for someone else. I've never 'fallen' in love so hard, as they hypothetically say, with someone as amazing and unique as Amy Farrah Fowler, and I'll be damned if someone like you is going to take her away from me."
That speech was enough to leave Amy completely stunned.
So much so, in fact, that as Sheldon stormed away and grabbed her hand, she hadn't registered it and ended up holding him back; effectively ruining whatever huge scene he had intended to make.
Fortunately for him, Kripke was just as, if not more stunned than Amy was. He stared at the couple with an opened mouth and a beating red face.
"Amy," Sheldon nudged her gently, pulling at her hand once again. This time, Amy complied and followed her boyfriend in the other direction. It wasn't until Kripke was a good few yards behind them that she noticed Sheldon held his jacket in his free hand. She briefly wondered why he was carrying it and not wearing it. That was, until Sheldon abruptly stopped walking and turned to her, taking the jacket and wrapping it around her with one hand.
If Amy had been shocked before, she certainly was even more so now. She was scared, though. She didn't know whether she should say something to him or not. He seemed really upset, and she didn't want to push him.
Instead, she just snuggled into the jacket that Sheldon had given her and walked along side him across the parking lot until they had reached her car.
Separating briefly, they each got into her car, but as soon as they were both in, Sheldon had snatched her hand in his once again. Amy wondered how she was supposed to drive with the softness of Sheldon's fingers against her own. His hands were still warm, and just him being there with her, holding her hand, gave her such comfort that she never wanted that moment to end.
However, she needed both hands for driving.
Reluctantly, Amy pulled her hand free of Sheldon's and wiped it a few times against her skirt, attempting to dry them off because they were so sweaty. After starting her car, she glanced at Sheldon through the corner of her eye and saw the same look from earlier, only intensified.
The amount of hurt that was displayed across his face made Amy's heart turn to shambles. He had immediately turned his head to look out the window when he saw her looking, but she could still see his expression through the window.
Before long, a tear had trailed its way down his cheek, then another and another. Before long, Sheldon had his face pressed into his leave of his shirt so Amy could no longer see it.
She didn't need to.
"Sheldon," she started nervously, keeping her eyes on the road. The pavement had become increasingly slippery as rain was now falling from the sky in massive heaps, blurring her vision entirely. Her windshield wipers were going at a crazed pace and she squinted slightly to attempt to see the road more clearly.
"What?" Came Sheldon's muffled reply. He still refused to take his face out of his sleeve. Amy knew why, of course, and she didn't want to force him to look at her when he obviously didn't want to. So, she continued driving, but was silent for a good portion of the ride after that.
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By the time that they were only a few minutes from Sheldon's apartment to grab his bags, the rain had cleared completely; leaving a misty fog in the air that brought along with it a calming feeling. However, inside Amy's car, there couldn't have been more tension.
The thing that got to Amy was why on Earth Sheldon was so upset. She wanted to reach out to him, she wanted to take his hand and comfort him. She wanted to hug him and assure him that things would be okay. But his hand wasn't available for her to grab, she wasn't allowed to hug him, and she certainly had no idea what had made him so upset in the first place.
The last few moments on the road were spent in silence and the moment Amy turned into the parking lot of Sheldon's apartment complex and cut the engine, she turned to him, but he had already regained his composure.
After spending a moment of trying to get words to form in her mouth, Amy looked up at Sheldon with such concern and heartbreak that he didn't dare look her in the eye. So, instead, he cleared his throat and got out of her car, after assuring her that he would return within a few minutes.
That's the most he had spoken to her in the whole car ride.