Author's Note: Oh. My. Goodness. So sorry about the wait. You guys were so awesome and totally overwhelmed me with the awesome reviews. And then I had these grand plans of updating quickly. And then my plans all got foiled. But that's ok. It's here now! And, it is 1500+ words longer than my previous chapter (which had been my longest). There was a lot to cover. Oh and...I haven't the foggiest idea what Amy's family is really like, but this is my interpretation of the people who make fun of her so often as to induce her to make up a fake boyfriend. But enough jibber jabber on my part, I'll let you get to reading!

Sheldon

Sheldon detested meeting new people. They always wanted to shake hands, which violated not only his germ aversion, but also his touch aversion.

He also found meeting new people to be a tedious affair, as no one was ever worthy of his condescension. Almost the entire human race was beneath his intelligence level and he found it annoying to have to attempt to sink to their intelligence level in order to converse.

And when it came to meeting Amy's family, in particular, he found his aversion was particularly strong. He had of course met Amy's mother on a few occasions. She was pleasant enough, but her intelligence was nowhere near Amy's, which was disappointing, but not unexpected. It was not her fault (and he used the term "fault" lightly) that she had birthed the second person in a new evolution of man.

Although Sheldon understood that he could not avoid meeting Amy's mother, he did not understand why she was so insistent on his meeting the rest of her family. She had explained that she wished to show him off, but he had countered with the belief that a photograph of the two of them should suffice. Amy, however, had explained that her family would likely think she had photoshopped him into a picture with her. Rather than convince him to meet them, this had further proved his point. Why should he meet people who not only didn't already know who he was, but, further more, didn't even believe he really existed?

But Amy had been most insistent, pulling the Relationship Agreement out on him, and threatening legal action if he again broke it like he had the year prior with her Aunt's birthday party. Never mind all the times he had let her slide on her violations…So he had been left with no choice but to attend.

As he and Amy walked up towards the house he felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach. It was not nervousness, of course. What did he have to be nervous about? He didn't care if Amy's family liked him. They were all probably too stupid to recognize the honor of meeting him anyways…He was more than likely having an adverse reaction to the organic eggs that Amy had bought (against his wishes) and cooked for him this morning.

As soon as Amy opened the door and they stepped inside, they were greeted by a cacophony of sound.

"Well, look who it is!"

"Oh this must be Sheldon! Hey Phil! Look at this! Turns out I owe you $10 after all!"

Sheldon felt a hand pat his cheek. "Yep! He's real! Hahahahahaha!"

Before he could respond to the invasion of his personal space, another relative of Amy's grabbed Sheldon's hand and started pumping it up and down in a shoulder-dislocating hand shake. "Good to see you, son! Good to see you! I'm Amy's Uncle Joe."

Sheldon pulled his hand back as quickly as he could, but yet again before he could respond, he felt a rib shattering slap on his back. "Ha! I knew you had to be real! I didn't figure Amy'd actually move apartments just to keep up appearances!"

Sheldon turned around, prepared to give whoever-it-was a lecture on slapping a person's back when they are not choking. As he did so, however, he found himself face to face with an extremely muscular man…who immediately yelled next to his ear, "Tadd! Get over here! Sheldon's real! You gotta see this! Looks like you owe me a coke!"

Sheldon opened his mouth to tell begin yelling at everyone to step away immediately, but before he could start his rant, he felt another rib shattering slap on his back. "Hey! You must be Sheldon."

Sheldon coughed and turned around to find another extremely muscular man, identical to the one now standing behind him, holding a carrot and chewing. The man, obviously named Tadd, grabbed Sheldon's hand before he could stop him and started shaking it with such vigor that Sheldon worried his elbow would snap.

Without letting go of Sheldon's hand, Tadd put his other arm around Sheldon and turned his head to talk right in Sheldon's ear, spitting bits of chewed up carrot as he spoke. "Hey man! Great to finally meet you. We've certainly heard plenty about you, but had started to wonder if you were Amy's imaginary boyfriend. You know, like…what was his name?" He gestured with his hand, trying to think of the name. He looked over at Amy. "Come on Amy, what was the name of that fake horse man you said you were dating?"

Sheldon shrugged off Tadd's arm and extricated his hand, leaping away, frantically wiping his ear, and immediately reaching for the hand sanitizer that was no longer in his pocket (thanks to Amy).

"Good lord! Will you people stop touching me?" He yelled, looking around at all the unfamiliar faces.

Tadd guffawed, slapping his twin (who must be Brad) on the back. "Boy! He's a little skittish isn't he!"

Brad guffawed as well and looked at Amy, who's normally pale skin was currently a very bright shade of red. "How'd you ever pin him down Amy? Seems like one look at your brain collection woulda been enough to send him packing."

He turned towards Sheldon. "Or did she pay you?" He laughed. "Come on. Man to man. You can tell us. We're all family here. Did Amy pay you to go out with her?"

Sheldon narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me, but no Amy did not pay me to go out with her. And, I can't believe…"

Brad and Tadd guffawed again. "Ah! We were just kidding!"

Suddenly a quiet voice spoke up. "Amy dear. Why don't you take Sheldon to go get a glass of punch."

Sheldon looked over to see Amy's mother through the crowd. She was frowning at Sheldon.

He frowned in return. "No. Lord knows how many people have touched the ladle. I don't…"

Amy rushed over to grab Sheldon by the hand and quickly pull him through the crowd. "Yes you do Sheldon. Come on."

Sheldon followed her reluctantly to the refreshment table. When she started to grab a glass for punch he said, "Amy. I have no intention of drinking the punch. There are children around. They've probably stuck their hands in the bowl. I'll take a water..." He looked around. "Where is your mother? This is her house. It's really up to her to be providing me with a beverage."

Amy blinked at him. "Sheldon, it's her birthday party." She sighed. "I'll go get your water."

He nodded at her. "Thank you."

Sheldon watched Amy walk through the kitchen door. When he turned back around, he jumped, startled. Standing about a foot away from him was a tall, skinny, bottle blonde.

She smiled at him, through lips that were an unusually bright shade of red. "Hi. I'm Amy's cousin Betty. You must be Sheldon. Amy's told me so much about you…" She popped gum that Sheldon hadn't realized she was chewing, moving her eyes from Sheldon's head to his feet, "But she didn't mention that you're, like, a total hottie…you know," She gestured with a hand, "…underneath all the weird clothes. And the weird hair." She started to run her fingers through Sheldon's hair, but he jumped backwards and frowned at her.

"Ex-cuse me. I'll thank you not to touch me or my hair!"

She popped her gum again and smiled. "Ok, Mr. Hippity Hop."

Sheldon rolled his eyes. It was beyond his comprehension that Amy had come from such a genetic pool…although, then again, he himself had come from a subpar stock.

"So…you're like…a rocket scientist or something right?"

Sheldon scoffed. "A rocket scientist?" He narrowed his eyes. "No. I'm a Theoretical Physicist."

She stared at him blankly, chewing her gum like some sort of bovine chewing cud. "What's the difference?"

"What's the difference?" Dear Lord, how long was he going to have to put up with conversations like these? He had been here less than ten minutes and already his patience was thinning.

"The difference is that I study the complexities of the universe. I solve the great mysteries of humanity. A rocket scientist sends metal cylinders into space."

She nodded slowly. "That's, like, so cool."

"Which part."

"What?" She snapped her gum again.

Sheldon rolled his eyes. This was an extremely tedious conversation. Where on earth was Amy with his water? "Which part is 'like, so cool?' That I study the universe or that a rocket scientist sends metal cylinders into space?"

She stopped chewing her gum for a moment, mouth open, frowning. Sheldon supposed she must be thinking. She snapped her fingers, nodded, and then pointed at Sheldon. "That you study the universe."

Sheldon again rolled his eyes. "Correct."

She smiled, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger. "Thanks…you know…I could totally give you a makeover and make you totally hot."

Sheldon just blinked at her. "Why on earth would I let you anywhere near me?"

She shrugged, obviously missing his rhetorical question. "Because I'm a scientist too."

"I beg your pardon?" There was simply no way that this ditz of a woman was a scientist.

Just then Sheldon felt someone throw their arm around his shoulder. "Sheldon! My main man!"

Sheldon froze and looked to his right, glaring, to see Brad…or perhaps it was Tadd, grinning at him. Whoever-he-was nodded his head in Betty's direction. "S'up Betty? What're you and Sheldon here talking about?"

Sheldon threw off Brad/Tadd's arm, narrowing his eyes. "Betty, here, was just going to explain to me how she is a scientist."

Brad/Tadd guffawed. "Betty the scientist? Yeah, Betty, how exactly are you a scientist?"

She looked affronted. "I'll have you know, that I work with chemicals every day. I'm a hairdresser. I have to mix hair dye and if I don't do it correctly, then someone who wanted red hair could end up with pink hair." She stuck out her tongue at Brad/Tadd.

Sheldon couldn't believe his ears. "Yes…I can see how mixing hair dye could be considered even remotely similar to what I do…" He looked around for Amy, who had been taking far too long with his water and saw that she was currently being held captive by a relative.

"See? Sheldon thinks I'm a scientist."

Sheldon scoffed. "I most certainly…"

"Sheldon!" Sheldon felt another arm being thrown around his shoulder. He now no longer wondered why Amy seemed obsessed with physical contact. Clearly it was in her genetics. He sighed and looked over to see Tadd/Brad.

He shrugged out from under Tadd/Brad's arm. "Ok, listen! All three of you! Stop touching me! I don't want you," He gestured towards Betty, "running your fingers through my hair, or you," He gestured towards Brad/Tadd and Tadd/Brad, "throwing your arms around my shoulders! Just stop!"

Brad/Tadd held up his hands. "Whoa-ho-ho. Chilax dude." He turned towards Tadd/Brad. "Clearly Amy's not putting out."

Sheldon, recalling the time Wolowitz's explained the meaning of the phrase "putting out", saw red (figuratively speaking of course). "Excuse me, but that is none of your business!"

"Sheldon, dear?"

Sheldon felt a hand on his arm. He looked down to see who the offender was this time, already preparing to repeat his tirade on touching. It was Amy's mother. She gave him a look, which caused him to shut his mouth, before suddenly smiling and saying, "Will you please come with me dear? Amy would like to introduce you to some more of her relatives."

She smiled sweetly at the Betty, Brad/Tadd, and Tadd/Brad. "You don't mind if I steal Sheldon away, now do you?" The all three shook their heads and Sheldon felt himself being led towards a group of the elderly.

He looked around again for Amy, who had never returned with his water. She appeared to be listening to two women, both of whom were gesticulating with such vigor that Sheldon wondered that they didn't inadvertently poke Amy in the eye. Amy looked over at him, gave him what he assumed was a sympathetic look, and shrugged, before one of the women grabbed her by the chin to turn her face back around.

"Here we are dear."

Sheldon turned around and found himself face to face, or more specifically chest to face, as she was very tiny, with a frail looking old woman.

Amy's mother gestured to the old woman. "Sheldon, this is Amy's Aunt Flora. Auntie Flora, this is Sheldon."

Aunt Flora gave Sheldon an appraising look. "So. This is the man who chose to play video games rather than come to my 93rd birthday party last year."

Sheldon nodded. "Yes. That was me. But obviously it wasn't a big deal. It's not like you died within the past year."

Aunt Flora raised her eyebrows. "I see. So you think it's ok to stand up an old woman?"

Sheldon cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable. This woman was an entire decade older than his Meemaw. "I didn't stand you up. I stood Amy up."

She gave a bark of laughter. "And you think that's ok?"

"Of course not. I didn't intentionally stand Amy up. It was all a misunderstanding."

She raised an eyebrow. "I see. And how many of these 'misunderstandings' do the two of you have?"

Sheldon frowned. "I don't see how this is relevant."

"You don't see how my trying to determine if you're suitable for my great-grandniece is relevant?"

"Correct…and why wouldn't I be suitable for her? I'm a brilliant scientist at the top of my field."

Aunt Flora pursed her lips. "Yes. A brilliant scientist who thinks that video games are more important than spending quality time with my great-grandniece. This does not impress me."

"Well, I'm not trying to impress you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm not trying to impress you." He wondered if he should speak louder. Perhaps she was hard of hearing.

"I see." She narrowed her eyes and pointed a gnarled finger at him. "Don't you think I won't have a good long talk with Amy about your behavior today."

Sheldon was confused. "What about my behavior?"

"Sheldon. There you are. Hello Aunt Flora."

He looked down to see Amy had finally joined him. He also noticed she was carrying an empty glass.

"I see you drank my water."

Amy looked down. "Yes. I was thirsty and forgot it was yours."

"Amelia."

Amy looked over at her aunt. "Yes, Aunt Flora."

Sheldon looked at Amy, confused. "Amelia? I didn't know your name was Amelia."

"It's not…"

"Yes." Sheldon looked over at Aunt Flora, who was currently frowning at Amy's mother. "I told Amelia's mother, when she named her 'Amy', that it was a ridiculous name for a lady, and that I would not be calling her that. If Amelia had any sense, she would have changed it to Amelia as soon as she turned eighteen."

Sheldon frowned. "I disagree."

Aunt Flora raised her eyebrows. "Do you?"

He nodded. "Yes. I think Amy is a perfectly satisfactory name. I think it is 'Amelia' which is ridiculous. Amy is obviously well suited to her name."

Amy smiled at him and grabbed his hand. He smiled back.

"I see." He looked back over at Aunt Flora, who was frowning at him. "Amelia, do you allow this boy to speak to you with such insolence?"

Sheldon scoffed. "Insolence? It is you who are being rude, refusing to call Amy by her rightful name."

Before Aunt Flora could respond, Amy tugged on Sheldon's hand. "Come on Sheldon, I wish to introduce you to more members of my family."

She pulled him away from Aunt Flora's frown, guiding him towards another set of relatives. The results were much the same as with previous family members. Every single person he met was nothing but annoyingly stupid. Not only did they all insist on touching him, which was detestable enough, and to berate him for missing a party that had been more than a year ago, which was annoying as well, but they constantly made Amy the butt of their jokes, which he did not find humorous in the least.

He may not understand sarcasm, but these people were not being sarcastic. They were blatantly making fun of a woman he…thought was not at all worthy of being made fun of. What did they know? He would bet his most valuable comic book that Amy's Intelligence Quotient was higher than all of her family member's put together (a bet which would most assuredly turn out better than his ill favored cricket wager with Wolowitz).

After nearly an hour of listening to people mock both himself, and the woman he…was fond of, he had had enough. When Brad/Tadd again made a comment about Amy paying Sheldon to date her, he again figuratively saw red.

He narrowed his eyes and huffed. "I don't understand why you would think that Amy would need to pay anyone to date her. She is an intelligent woman, meticulous in her hygiene, and yes, despite what you obviously think, is aesthetically pleasing! And what are you?" He gestured. "You're just a…bald gorilla, prancing around, slapping people on the back with far too much force, yelling in their ears, and obviously too stupid to realize what a wonderful person you have for a relative."

He saw Amy being escorted by her mother towards the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. He turned to the rest of the crowd, now curiously silent, and gestured. "That goes for all of you! You're all so…so…I can't even think of an insulting enough phrase to describe you! Why on earth should I ever have wanted to meet any of you?"

He glared at everyone, breathing heavily. He looked around the room. Everyone was either staring at him open mouthed, or shuffling and looking at the floor.

This was absurd. He was going to go get Amy and demand that they leave. Surely they had fulfilled whatever social obligations they had.

He headed for the kitchen. As he neared it he could hear Amy's voice. He opened the door, also opening his mouth to speak, but what he heard rendered him silent.

"…plan to spend the rest of my life with Sheldon. I love him and there is nothing you can say to change my mind."

Amy appeared to cross her arms. Her mother cleared her throat, looking uncomfortable, and looked behind Amy, towards Sheldon, who was now rendered completely frozen.

"Is there something I can do for you Sheldon?"

Sheldon's mind was blank, save for one phrase, repeating itself over and over. I love him…I love him…I love him...

Amy turned around slowly, her eyes wide.

They stood staring at each other, neither one moving, save to blink their eyes.

Amy's mother cleared her throat. "Well…I should probably get back to the party…" She looked at the two of them, both still staring mutely at the other, and then walked out behind Sheldon.

After she left, Sheldon took a step into the kitchen. He didn't know what to say, how to respond.

"You love me?" He asked, feeling his friends tachycardia and shortness of breath return, bringing their friend vertigo with them while he awaited her response.

Perhaps she had spoken in haste. Perhaps she had only wanted to bait her mother to anger. Perhaps it was all a mistake…

But he didn't want it to be a mistake. Despite the return of his physical ailments, he found himself hoping that she would respond in the affirmative.

And why was she still not responding? This had to be the longest amount of time anyone, in the entire course of human history, has ever taken to answer a question.

He took another step towards her. "Amy? Did I hear you correctly? You love me?"

She blinked at him, opening her mouth and then closing it and nodding.

Nodding is an affirmative gesture. Amy Farrah Fowler loves me, Sheldon thought, testing it out. He found that it made him feel…happy.

Curious that those five words could induce happiness. A moment ago he had been feeling ill. The moment before that, he had been feeling angry. And now he felt neither of those things.

Amy was still looking at him. Perhaps she was waiting for a response…but what response should he give?

I believe you know which one.

His heart started beating even faster. I have no idea what you are alluding to, he told the voice…although his normal vehemence was gone. Perhaps he did know what the correct response was. But he was currently feeling confused. He was not used to examining feelings. The mere fact that Amy's confession made him feel happy was very confusing to him. He needed time to properly examine the causality before responding…

He looked at Amy again, who was still rooted to her spot like a statue. He frowned, looking at her stance. She appeared to be tensed, as if preparing to engage her flight response.

He found himself with a sudden urge to engage in physical contact.

Before thinking it through entirely, he stepped forward and wrapped both of his arms around Amy.

She remained frozen for a moment before she wrapped her own arms around him and rested her head on his chest.

He liked this. This felt right. He was happy. Amy loved him. And she wanted to spend her life with him. And that made him happy…And he enjoyed hugging her. Never in his life did he ever think he would enjoy hugging another human being.

They stood hugging for longer than was considered usual. When Sheldon eventually pulled back, Amy raised her head and looked up at him.

She frowned at him, in what appeared to be confusion. "Why aren't you freaking out?"

Sheldon was surprised. "Freaking out? Why would I freak out?...besides the obvious, which is that I never freak out."

Amy gave him a look in response. "You freaked out this morning when I informed you the eggs were organic." He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off. "But that's beside the point. Why aren't you freaking out?"

"And I respond with my same question. Why would I freak out?"

"Well…" Amy looked thoughtful. "For one thing you despise feelings. And for another, you despise moving forward. I'd like to remind you of your reaction to my request that you meet my mother two and a half years ago."

Sheldon rolled his eyes. "That was a long time ago. We were both different then. Surely you aren't attempting to gauge my potential reaction based that."

Amy blinked at him. Had she been measuring him against a former version of himself? As much as he was loath to admit it, it was obvious that he had changed, that he no longer held the same standards regarding relationships as he had those two and a half years ago...or at least he had believed it was obvious. The Sheldon of two and a half years ago would not be living with a girlfriend. Surely Amy realized this.

Amy eyed him then, opened her mouth, and then closed it again. Then she frowned, took a deep breath and said, "So…this news…doesn't scare you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "On the contrary…I find it makes me happy."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

He thought for a moment. Yep. Still happy. "Really."

Amy smiled at him, and then threw her arms around him in another hug.

Sheldon smiled to himself as he returned her hug. Yes. He wasn't quite sure when it had happened, but he most assuredly enjoyed hugging Amy.

When he let go of Amy and stepped back, he remembered his initial intent for finding her.

"I believe we have fulfilled our social obligation. I would like to leave now. I don't know how much more of your family I can take."

Amy smirked. "My mother hasn't yet blown out her candles…but if we leave through the back door here off the kitchen, then we'll avoid having to make up some excuse for leaving."

"Alright. Let's go."

He grabbed Amy's hand and pulled her towards the door quickly. The sooner they got out of there, the better.

Sheldon looked down at Amy, asleep against his chest. It was the middle of the night, and Amy had had another recurrence of night terrors. Perhaps the stress of dealing with her insufferable family had brought them back. She had requested cuddling to help her get back to sleep. So here he was, lying in Amy's bed, with his arms around her.

She loved him. And she had said she planned on spending her life with him. And that made him happy.

He wasn't sure how to even begin to ponder those three pieces of information. He and Amy had been living in near harmony for several months now. He hadn't had much to ponder during that time. He would never have believed it, but living with Amy was much easier than living with Leonard ever had been. She seemed to understand him in ways Leonard never had.

She understood him so well, in fact, that she knew exactly how to combat, what she called, his "germophobia". She knew that he was ever on the lookout and therefore she never repeated her attacks. Only someone who truly understood how his mind worked could be so devious in her tactics. And rather than find this discomfiting, he found it comforting. Amy understood him like no one else. And she loved him. And she wanted to spend her life with him. And that made him happy.

He had spent his entire life believing that there was not one person on the planet capable of truly understanding him. And yet, Amy managed to do it on a daily basis. And she loved him. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And that made him happy.

As if on cue, he felt his niggling voice emerge, reminding him of all it had said. But rather than immediately silence it, he pondered the meanings of all those things he had heard in his head. What did it all mean? Why was there a voice in his head constantly reminding him of a feeling? What was the feeling?

Prior to today he would not have wanted to spend his sleeping time pondering feelings. But Amy loved him. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And that made him happy. And that changed everything.

Now he truly wondered what his feelings for Amy were. He had taken for granted that he was fond of her. He had taken for granted that she was important to him. But what did it all mean? Why was this wonderful, beautiful, green eyed woman so important to him?

He leaned his cheek against her sleeping head, enjoying the texture of her hair on his face, and continued pondering.

He recalled his last restless night, months ago, when he had pondered the moments of his relationship with Amy which had led to his being a willing participant in French kissing. He thought of all those moments again. He thought of the conversation he had had with Amy the evening of his attempt to be a "normal" boyfriend. Amy had said she liked him for him. She was the only person, aside from his Meemaw, that had ever said that to him. And she loved him. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And that made him happy.

She had said that she loved him. But what did that mean? What did it mean to be in love with a person? He loved his Meemaw. He loved his mother. He even loved his friends, in a platonic fashion. But what did he feel for Amy? He understood the love he felt for his family and friends, but…that didn't fit Amy.

He breathed in deeply, smelling Amy's strawberry scented shampoo. He enjoyed the scent; as he enjoyed hugging her; as he enjoyed holding her now.

Was it possible that he was in love with Amy Farrah Fowler? Perhaps he should examine the data.

Item 1: He, a man who abhorred physical contact, enjoyed hugging, and kissing, Amy.

Item 2: Living with Amy had been easier for him than living with Leonard.

Item 3: He was currently feeling an emotion that did not fit the classifications of familial or platonic love.

Item 4: He found that the thought that Amy wished to spend her life with him comforting, rather than suffocating and/or panic inducing.

Item 5: Amy made him happy.

Logical Conclusion: He was in love with Amy.

He raised his cheek off of Amy's sleeping head. He was in love with Amy Farrah Fowler. When had this happened? And why had he not figured it out sooner? The data seemed so glaringly obvious, that he was tempted to retake the IQ exam to make sure he hadn't lost a few points.

How could he have been in love and not realized it?...And how did he feel about this?

He paused, eyes roving around the dark room, waiting for a sign of a panic attack.

But none came. On the contrary. He felt as if his heart was swelling in his chest…a point which he realized was not the case…although perhaps he should contact a cardiologist, just to be sure…

But no. He was 99.9% certain it was not enlargement of the heart in a literal sense. He was no expert, but he believed this might be what being in love felt like.

And he decided he quite enjoyed it. He smiled, resisting the urge to squeeze Amy. He settled for kissing the top of her head. He was in love with Amy.

Sheldon had thought about telling Amy his conclusion immediately, but he had decided to wait until an opportunity presented itself, rather than just blurting it out. He spent a fair amount of the next few days pondering their situation. Of particular interest to him was the fact that Amy had said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

He pondered this a great deal. What did that mean? How did he feel about it? Now that they were in love, where did the relationship go? Certainly there had to be a next step. It seemed that no matter how badly Sheldon wished to remain at whatever step they were at, there was always another one looming ahead. What was it?

He had an idea of what it was, and rather than scare him, he found himself mulling the idea over with interest. He spent several more days pondering the implications, and weighing the pros and cons before settling on his final decision. He decided that for this, he would need to enlist help.

Knock knock knock "Penny."

Knock knock knock "Penny."

Knock knock knock "Penny."

Penny opened the door. "How do you do, cockatoo?"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and instead cleared his throat. "Penny, I require your assistance in a matter of utmost importance."

A/N: As always thank you very very very much for reading. I truly appreciate it. Here's a secret. I'm a perfectionist to a fault. I'm never ever satisfied with my writing and am always nervous when I post. Hence why I enjoy your reviews so much. Please let me know your thoughts. Thanks in advance! :)