Chapter 24

* I realize that my chapters aren't exactly in order in this story, and I apologize. I just have so many ideas but this is where I want my story to go, so all you need to know is that right now, we are in season four where the Shamy friendship is dating although they don't know if that makes sense. The next chapter we should be in season 5. I fully intend to not base this story off of the episodes in order, as that is just not how my mind works evidently. Thank you for all the reviews, it means a lot to me(:

By the way, I don't own The Big Bang Theory or any of its characters.

*Amy's POV

"Sheldon, I didn't even drink anything." I replied calmly from where I stood in the living room.

"Nonsense," he told me, causing my irritation to rise. "You always drink on Girls' night." His logic wasn't totally correct.

"Sheldon," I stated bluntly. "Your logic is flawed. I never drank at Girls' night last night. I only ever started drinking at Girls' night a few months ago, and it wasn't even every time. You can even ask Penny." My tone was confident, despite my irritation. Regardless, Sheldon scoffed at me.

"That is the most illogical thing I have ever heard. I will not ask Penny and do you know why? I'll tell you why." He didn't even pause for me to answer and I sighed inwardly, not up for argument. "Penny was most likely intoxicated, as it was Girls' night and that's what you females seem to enjoy." Despite my irritation, I decided to make my thoughts vocal.

"That doesn't necessarily mean that she drank." The retort rolled off my lips swiftly before I thought about it and I paused, almost immediately regretting it.

"Did she though?" I was almost positive that he knew what the answer was; he just wanted me to confirm that he was right.

"Yes," I grumbled underneath my breath.

"Exactly, so my point remains clear. You shouldn't have driven home under those circumstances. Driving with two intoxicated people in the car while there's a possibility you could have been intoxicated as well was not safe." I opened up my mouth to spit a comment in his face when he attempted to cut me off.

"You should have…" before he could finish, I snapped at him.

"No, you listen to me. You can't tell me what to do. I WASN'T INTOXICATED. I took driver's training. I WAS FINE. And another thing, when did we start assuming Bernadette was intoxicated too?!" I was so ready to leave him right then and there.

"Was she…?" I silently nodded, afraid that if I spoke I wouldn't be able to control my anger. "My point is," he continued calmly, "You should have called me to drive you back." And that's when I lost it.

"I should have called you?! YOU CAN"T EVEN DRIVE! I was NOT DRUNK Sheldon! I didn't have anything to drink! Not one thing! Not even water! Plus, having me drive (a person who DID NOT DRINK), is safer than having people who did drink like Penny and Bernadette drive." I inwardly groaned, knowing he would find something else to criticize me about.

"You didn't even drink water Amy?" He sounded so shocked. I knew he would ask me about that. "I would have expected a person like you to be more responsible about your health." I certainly was taken aback by his words.

"When did this become about my health?" he just shrugged. I thought for a moment, before I said "A person like me?" the anger was definitely evident in my tone of voice.

"Amy, while it may have been safer, you of all people should know that if you don't drink water, you could pass out of dehydration while driving and…" I didn't wait for him to finish.

"Sheldon," I was practically growling. He looked at me nervously before hastily finishing his sentence under his breath.

"Crashed," I looked at him, almost expecting him to say more. When he glanced back at me blankly, I decided to make my point clear to him.

"Sheldon," my voice was firm and I was not willing to argue this time. "I did not agree to become your girlfriend again so you could control every aspect of my life. I will drive where I want, when I want to. If you don't like that, just tell me and I will leave." I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye, so my gaze dropped to the floor; hot tears threatening to fall from behind my eyes.

Honestly, I didn't think I could handle it if Sheldon and I broke up again. If we had, sure we wouldn't have had to keep lying to our friends, but I was so heart broken the last time that I didn't want to experience that feeling again. Now that our bond is somewhat stronger, I thought it would be even more painful to go through. I silently prayed he would fight for our relationship, so we wouldn't have to go through that again.

"Amy," Sheldon said to me softly, walking towards me. "What I said wasn't suppose to be intended as controlling."

"It sure seems like it," I mumbled.

"I was merely concerned for your well-being. Amy, as you know, I am…quite fond of you…and I do not wish to risk loosing you over something as stupid as my touch phobia last night. Isn't that the reason you wanted to go drinking last night in the first place?" At that moment, I didn't know what to say. I felt guilty, even though I didn't know why. It was almost as if I was hunting and I almost scared away a baby dear, although it chose to stay, regardless.

"Can you forgive me?" he asked shyly. I glanced at him skeptically, knowing that if I forgave him he would want to go back to what he was doing before, with the knowledge that I would forgive him.

"Alright," as I spoke the words he had been hoping for, his face lit up; a smile bigger than ever appeared on his lips. "But," I continued before he got too happy. He looked at me innocently and I continued.

"If I agree to forgive you, we can't go backwards, Sheldon." He looked at me with a confused frown so I decided to continue. "That means we can't go back to when there was no physical contact at all. I'm fine with going at your pace, as slow as it may be, but I will not accept re-installing our platonic relationship." He looked up at me with a disappointed look, a glimmer of gratefulness in his eyes.

"Thank you, Amy," his tone was quiet and I felt a lump form in my throat, unsure of how to respond.

"You're quite welcome," I replied, breathing a sigh of relief; another argument won by Amy Farrah Fowler. I didn't have time to rejoice for long, as I saw Sheldon walking slowly towards me, closing the distance between us.

"I will agree on those conditions if you let me do one thing," he stated boldly. I looked at him cautiously, weighing my options.

"Proceed," he nodded his consent at my reply and swept his eyes across my body. I could feel his breath on my neck as he looked down at me silently. My confusion eventually out weighed my curiosity and once I displayed my confusion, he moved even closer to me. He might as well have been standing right on top of me. His chest was pressed against mine and I fought the urge to squirm where I was standing.

"Sheldon," I breathed, carefully watching his every move.

"Shhh," he told me, not saying anything else.

"Sheldon," I repeated; my voice gentle.

"Amy!" he snapped. I could tell he was irritated. "I need to concentrate,"

"On what?" I asked him, feeling as if I was going to explode from the close proximity I had him in. He pretended not to hear my question, although I knew he did. Slowly, he gingerly wrapped his arms around me in a hug as tight as one could get from Dr. Sheldon Cooper.

"Amy, please don't leave me." He shyly whispered into my ear. I gently placed my hands around his neck and whispered into it.

"I wouldn't think of it," I felt Sheldon release a breath he had been holding, shortly before I felt something wet fall onto the back of my neck.

"Sheldon," I said, attempting to pull away from him slightly so I could look at him, but he wouldn't budge or let me move. "Are you okay?" I asked him gently.

"Yes Amy, thank you," from what I could tell, he was talking in his usual tone of voice. I was slightly hesitant to accept his answer, but after a moment of silence I decided to shrug it off, even though the feeling of worry in the pit of my stomach was still present. Sheldon immediately pulled away from me and I felt a wave of coldness surround me.

"Amy," his voice was barely above a whisper and I had to strain my ears to hear him. His gaze was on the ground and I kept my gaze focused on him for a moment before nodding my head for him to continue.

He must have seen me nod my head out of the corner of his eye because he decided to continue then.

"Can we maybe…talk about last night?" his tone was cautious and I raised a curious eyebrow, which he couldn't see due to the fact that his eyes were practically glued to the floor. I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to his request, so I shifted my weight from my left foot to my right foot and crossed my arms.

"Proceed," I used my usual emotionless tone of voice and as the sound of my voice rang out into the room, he lifted his head and brought his gaze to me, his cheeks stained red.

"Amy, are you mad at me?" his voice sounded almost…hurt. I thought for a moment before I uncrossed my arms and dropped them to my side, fiddling with the edge of my cardigan. I could never stay mad at him, I thought, After all, I do love him. Absent mindedly, from those thoughts my mind wandered to the events of last night, reliving every single word, touch and moment.

#fb "Do you not find me attractive at all?" I asked while turning around. What I saw when I turned around made me feel like I was dreaming, and before I had time to initially react, Sheldon broke the silence that we shared.

"Now do you feel the effects you have on me?" he asked shyly. I wordlessly nodded, still in shock. "Amy," he continued slowly. "I realize it is inappropriate, but I need you to realize that I honestly don't find you attractive because of your looks, as aesthetically pleasing as they are." I was stunned to silence for several moments and I could tell Sheldon was very anxious.

"You know looks don't concern me, so why must you always ask me if I find your looks 'aesthetically pleasing'? You should know the answer to that already." There was not a trace of condescension in is voice, only sincerity. I looked up to him, completely speechless once again.

"I…" I didn't get very far with that sentence because Sheldon cut me off.

"Amy, these effects you have on me… they happen more often than not. At completely inappropriate times as well." He hastily said the last part, probably hoping I would miss it. Lucky for him I caught every word he said.

"Wait a minute," I said, catching him by surprise. He cautiously looked at me, patiently waiting for me to continue.

"If you said the effects happen at inappropriate times AS WELL," I said this slowly, hoping he would get my point. "That means that you think there are appropriate times for this to occur. So, Sheldon, what are these appropriate times…?" I felt very proud of my logic skills and I silently waited for him to answer me.

"Uhm," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't understand the question." I noticed his eye twitching slightly and I rolled my eyes before playfully smirking at him.

"You and I both know that you fully understand that question." I decided to be bold and take a step towards him but he jumped back as if he was terrified of me. He then unconsciously licked his lips and my smirk grew.

"Amy," he said frantically. "You invaded my personal space,"

"You were the one who initiated the hug Sheldon,"

"It's not my fault,"

"Oh really," I said doubtfully. "Then whose fault was it?"

"Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean I won't give you any strikes Amy." His threat fell to the floor as I ignored it, irritation rising in my throat.

"Alright Sheldon, I give up." I said, half laughing in order to hide my irritation. "It's not as if I was going to touch you in any way that made you uncomfortable." At my words, he frowned and my confusion only grew. "What is it Sheldon?" I asked innocently in response to his frown.

"What exactly were you referring to?" he asked me quietly. I mentally back tracked my steps several times but I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"I don't follow," I bluntly told him.

"Never mind," he said hastily and moved closer to the door. Before he could leave, I grabbed his wrist and he turned to face me. "Amy!" he said, shocked and trying to twist free. "Let me go!" he shrieked in an attempt to be free form my grasp. I stood firm and refused to let go of his wrist.

"Sheldon," I said. "I will not let go until you tell me what you meant." He rolled his eyes at me in response, huffing slightly.

"Fine," he grumbled, agitated. "When you said it wasn't like you were going to touch me where I was uncomfortable, what did you mean?"

"Um, I don't know, Sheldon," I honestly told him. He started frantically squirming again.

"I answered your question, if you don't let me go, then I will have no choice to…to…give you a strike!" he looked totally serious and I became really worried. I slowly let go of his wrist and he practically sprinted out of his room into the hallway, leaning against the wall.

"Is physical contact with me really that bad?" I screamed at him, slightly hurt. Sheldon's expression looked confused.

"Uhm," he said nervously, but before he could answer me, I stormed over to him and dragged him back into his room, unconcerned about the glares he was shooting my way.

"You look me right in the eye and tell me that I'm wrong," I demanded. He just looked at me blankly.

"Well, of course you're wrong," he answered after a moment of silence. I let out a shaky breath and his words and relaxed slightly. I would have been satisfied with his answer, had he not kept on going. "You're always wrong about…" I cut him off harshly.

"Excuse me? I'm ALWAYS WRONG? No, you're just afraid to BE WRONG, even when YOU ARE!" I didn't wait to hear his reply as I pushed past him, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. "I need a drink," I muttered under my breath, moving about the apartment to find Penny.

#p "I'm not sure," I said as he blankly stared at me in response.

"How could you not be sure if you're angry at me?" he innocently asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and he nervously licked his lips again. "Your body language indicates that you are," he pointed out and I cast my gaze on the floor for a moment, considering my next words carefully.

"My body language?" I failed to hide my irritation toward him in my reply, but he seemed to miss it.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but usually when people cross their arms, sigh, or shift their weight from foot to foot; they're angry, irritated, or impatient. Seeing as how there's no reason for you to be impatient, you're either angry or irritated. I doubt you're irritated, as you're getting the opportunity to talk to the Doctor Sheldon Lee Cooper, so based on my observations, you are indeed, angry at me." I rebalanced my weight onto both feet and titled my head towards him, staring at his face blankly.

"But I'm not doing any of those things," I attempted to prove my innocence with my words but he saw right through me.

"But you were just a moment ago," I sighed loudly in frustration, not caring what he said anymore.

"Look Sheldon," I was going to try to reason with him on this. "Let's just forget that it happened!"

"You're tone indicates you're angry," he continued to argue. I felt a retort growing on my lips.

"Since when were you an expert on emotions?" I snapped.

"I never said I was," he said. "But, if you must know, I did some research." He avoided eye contact with me and I knew he was hiding something from me.

"Why would the brilliant mind of Doctor Sheldon Lee Cooper wish to spend time researching something as simple as emotions instead of figuring out the mysteries of the universe?" I was more curious now than angry and my tone showed it.

"It's not important," he said before licking his lips yet again and darting his eyes around the room. He tried to hide the fact that his eye twitched by turning his head and I shook my head slightly at his failed attempt.

"Come on Sheldon, tell me," I said quietly, trying my hardest not to scare him off again. He looked at me with a startled expression.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," he said nervously.

"It's not like you were researching emotions to know what kinds of things you would feel if we were having sex, so come on and tell me!" I pleaded playfully. He held a light frown on his face and looked up at me with those big blue eyes like a puppy would that's sorry for peeing in the house. My stomach lurched in response.

"Heavens no," he said, trying to sound disgusted but not totally succeeding, "Would that be stupid?" he asked quietly.

"Of course it wouldn't," I replied. If Sheldon and I ever did have sex, I wouldn't care how we got there. I silently took a deep breath, mentally slapping myself for thinking that we would ever have sex.

"Oh," was all he replied before looking at me with a small smile on his face. I was so confused that I didn't register it at first. "I'm glad you're not mad at me," he said shyly. I snapped out of my thoughts as he spoke, allowing myself a small smile in response.

"I could never stay mad at you," I said simply, trying to burry my confusion. "Now come on, let's forget that last night's argument ever happened." Sheldon eagerly nodded and I grinned at him, glad that our dispute was over. Sometimes there was no winning with Sheldon and I didn't want to risk everything over something stupid. Abruptly, he turned to me with a wide smile and I raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Would you like to play Counterfactuals?" he excitedly suggested. I nodded my consent and he ran from where he stood in the living room to his room to retrieve our game. Absent mindedly, I grinned from ear to ear.

When Sheldon came back into the room, he was positively radiating with happiness. Setting the box on the coffee table in front of the couch, he turned to me with sparkling eyes.

"Can I go first?" he asked me, practically jumping up and down. I chuckled quietly and sat down on the couch in the middle spot, randomly selecting a card from the box.

"In a world where rhinoceroses are domesticated pets, who wins the Second World War…?" I asked. His excited smile faltered as he thought in silence for a moment, staring into space. After about 5 seconds, his face lit back up again as he turned his head to me to respond.

"Uganda," Once again I was mesmerized by his intellect.

"Defend," I said with full knowledge that he could. He gave me a look that told me I should know the answer, which I did, but nonetheless, he defended his answer anyway,

"Kenya rises to power on the export of rhinoceroses. A Central African power block is formed, colonizing North Africa and Europe. When war breaks out, no one can afford the luxury of a rhino. Kenya withers, Uganda triumphs."

"Correct, my turn." I kept my cool, emotionless expression as we continued playing, although inside I was delighted at the amount of fun that we were having at that moment. Sheldon then picked up a card and confidently read the next question to me.

"In a world where a piano is a weapon and not a musical instrument, on what does Scott Joplin play the Maple Leaf Rag?" I didn't even have to think about that question at all.

"Tuned Bayonetes," I answered simply. Sheldon's smile seemed a little brighter as he asked me to defend my answer.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked. In truth, I didn't feel like I had to explain.

"You're right, my apologies." He said while putting the card back in its spot in the box. At some point during our game, Leonard entered the room, although I didn't notice him and I don't think Sheldon did either until he spoke.

"What the hell are you guys playing?" I was a little disturbed by his language and doubted he would understand if we explained our game to him. It didn't matter what I thought however, because Sheldon chose to respond regardless.

"It's a game we invented. It's called Counterfactuals." He sounded so excited about sharing our game and his smile made my stomach flip again, I decided to explain it in the end because Sheldon seemed to really enjoy telling people about our game.

"We postulate an alternate world that differs from ours in one key aspect and then pose questions to each other." I barely had time to finish my explanation before Sheldon cut in again.

"It's fun for ages eight to eighty. Join us." He had such a boyish smile on his face as he motioned Leonard over to play with us and it was hard for me to sit still and pretend that I wasn't in love with his smile.

"Alright," Leonard replied. "I like a good brain teaser. Give it a whirl." He walked over to us and sat in the chair next to the couch, holding a glass. I didn't pay much attention to him as I did to Sheldon as he picked a card and read it to him carefully.

"You're in luck, this is an easy one." I suppressed a giggle, thinking that it may be easy for him, but it would most likely not be easy for Leonard. "In a world where mankind is ruled by a giant intelligent beaver, what food is no longer consumed?" The answer was in my head within moments and I waited for Leonard to tell Sheldon that the answer was Cheese Danish,

"Uh, a BLT where the B stand for beaver? I don't know." Leonard's pathetic guess didn't surprise me; I knew he wouldn't get our game. Sheldon seemed equally disappointed as his smile faded and he slightly shook his head.

"Leonard, be serious. We're playing a game here." I nodded slightly, completely agreeing with Sheldon on the matter.

"I can figure this out, let's see. Um, well, beavers eat tree bark. The only tree bark I know that humans consume is cinnamon. So, I'll say cinnamon." This answer was even more pathetic than the last. As if that wasn't enough, he tried to sound confident when he answered. No wonder why he was always so caught up in sex with my Bestie.

"Incorrect. Obviously, the answer is cheese Danish." Sheldon said as he put the card back in its place. I knew Sheldon would get the answer right. I loved how smart he was.

"What?" Leonard asked, obviously clueless. I decided to explain it to him, even though he probably wouldn't understand.

"In a world ruled by a giant beaver, mankind builds many dams to please the beaver overlord. The low-lying city of Copenhagen is flooded, thousands die. Devastated, the Danes never invent their namesake pastry." I could feel Sheldon's eyes on me as I spoke. "How does one miss that?" I asked, more to Sheldon than Leonard. Sheldon remained silent and I turned my attention back to Leonard who was now giving Sheldon and I a confused expression.

"This is ridiculous. You're just making stuff up." I found Leonard's complain unnecessary, as Sheldon and I already knew that he was a sore looser.

"Is he always like this when he looses?" I asked, just for clarification. Sheldon scoffed at me while shuffling some cards.

"Oh, yes. You should've been here for the great Jenga tantrum of 2008." I raised a curious eyebrow at him, expecting him to explain but before he could, Leonard spoke up.

"You bumped the table and you know it." He had his eyes narrowed towards Leonard and I wonder why it was such a big idea. To avoid a potential argument, I decided to speak up.

"Perhaps it would be kinder to play a game more suited to his abilities." I suggested to Sheldon. At his blank stare, I continued, but this time to Leonard. "We'll close our eyes and count to ten while you hide." Sheldon seemed to like my suggestion as he gave me a small smile of approval. Leonard seemed more irritated than anything.

"I'm going to my room," he said while sighing.

"Very good, Leonard, but next time don't tell us where you're hiding." He didn't reply as he made his way to his room and I shrugged it off, turning back to Sheldon to resume our activity. We continued playing for about ten minutes before Leonard reappeared and left the apartment without a word.

"Amy," Sheldon said, disregarding our game after the distraction Leonard provided. "I just realized that in our excitement, we forgot to eat dinner." I nodded slightly, suddenly noticing how hungry I was. "I believe Leonard left to go to Priya's to spend some time with her and everybody else, I don't care what they're doing."

"Is that what Penny was talking about when she said that they were dating again?" I was more asking myself than him since I knew he wasn't there. Nonetheless, he figured I was talking to him.

"What?" he asked.

"Never mind," I replied. "Continue,"

"Very well then, Amy, what would you like to eat for dinner?" I paused, thinking this was a trick question. I tried my best to remember what Sheldon ate on Saturday's, but as it was usually laundry night, I had no clue what he ate. I decided that I wasn't in the mood to cook anything or get Chinese, so I suggested the first thing that popped into my head.

"How about we order a pizza?" I asked casually. He just scoffed at me like I predicted he would.

"Amy, I'm a physicist, not a hippie. We just had pizza on Thursday." I honestly didn't care what we ate at this point so I decided to let his comment go.

"Alright Sheldon, What do you suggest we eat?" I asked him cautiously, hoping that his idea didn't require an insane amount of work. He was quiet for a moment, his lips pressed together in a thing line. Then, he snapped his fingers and he seemed to come to life once again.

"Amy, could we maybe have spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it?" he enthusiastically asked me with a hopeful grin. I inwardly groaned, making spaghetti took a lot of work, but if it made him happy, I was wiling to do it for him.

"Of course we can, Sheldon." I said with a gentle smile. His face lit up at my words even more, if that was even possible.

"Thank you, Amy!" he said, jumping off of his spot on the couch. He proceeded to grab my wrist, much like I did to him last night and drag me into the kitchen with him. I marveled at how comfortable he seemed to be with touching my wrist. This was like a dream. Before I even knew what was going on, he was fumbling about in the kitchen, having let go of my wrist already. He was grabbing pots and packages of noodles and hotdogs when I looked back at him. Having set the packages on the counter, he then grabbed a few jars of spaghetti sauce.

"Amy, while I get this ready, please feel free to wash your hands." I was confused at his words. If he wanted me to wash my hands, he should wash his hands as well since he was just holding my wrist. Despite my confusion, I was delighted by the prospect of spending more time with him, even if that meant I had to cook. Nodding, I moved over to the sink to wash my hands. As I was scrubbing my hands, I listened intently to Sheldon who was now cutting open the hot dog package while humming a tune unfamiliar to me.

"Sheldon," I said over my shoulder, causing him to stop humming. "What are you singing?" he looked at me in the mist of his actions, a look of disbelief on his face.

"You know I don't sing," he sounded so shocked that I would ask a question like that. I rolled my eyes as I shut the water off and dried my hands.

"Right, so, what were you humming?" I turned around to face him, but his back was to me as he was preparing the ingredients for our meal. He was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Oh, that silly little thing…? It's just an old rhyme I hum when I'm happy." I raised my eyebrow at him, even though he couldn't see it. This was interesting. Penny never mentioned anything about a rhyme, and she's been to a lot of the video game nights.

"You never hum those while you're playing video games. Does that mean that they don't make you happy?" I knew full well what the answer was, but with Sheldon, you never know.

"First of all, your assumption is invalid, as you are not with me every single time that I play video games. Secondly, I only hum it when I'm experiencing a different kind of happiness." I expected him to fully deny my question, but this was surprising. I walked closer to him, unsure of what to do. I saw his body tense slightly.

"A different kind of happiness…?" I cautiously asked.

"Yes," he replied in the same tone as when I was sick and I asked him if he wanted to rub something on my chest. He is completely oblivious sometimes. I shook my head slightly in response. He turned to me then, startled by the close proximity we shared with each other. He had a big pot in his arms and handed it to me, asking me to fill it with water. I complied and moved over to the sink, filling the pot with warm water.

The two of us worked in silence for a little bit, with me checking if the water was boiling and him preparing the hot dogs and noodles. Our silence was quite comfortable and I found myself subconsciously smiling to myself, relishing in the time that we were able to spend together.

By the time we finished making our dinner and eating it, the time was 8:30. As I was cleaning up with him, I remembered that today was Saturday.

"Sheldon, would you like me to leave?" I asked abruptly, earning me a confused look from Sheldon.

"Of course I don't," he replied, sounding slightly offended. He was wiping down the island with a disinfectant wipe so he didn't see the confused look that I gave him.

"Well, tonight's laundry night, and I just assumed that you would want to spend the prevening pre-sorting and presoaking." He looked up at me then, a smile on his face. He laughed to himself quietly before replying to me.

"Amy, it is far past the prevening. If I had those plans in mind, I would have done them a long time ago and asked you to leave then. Additionally, you are my girlfriend, regardless of what I tell our friends, and I have made accommodations for you in my life. As on Friday you told me you would be spending time with me today, I used my Friday night to pre-sort and pre-soak instead of playing video games. Also, Leonard was at Priya's and Wolowitz and Koothrapoli went to a movie with Bernadette so Vintage Video Game Night wasn't an option exactly.

"Wait," I said. Normally, I would be moved by his words, but I needed to clarify something first. "You're telling me that you tell our friends that we're not dating?" I asked slowly.

"Why…? Do you tell them we are?" he asked in return. I was so confused at the moment

"Well, no. But you just said I was your girlfriend, but yet, you tell our friends that I am your friend who's a girl but not your girlfriend. I don't follow." He sighed exasperatedly before replying.

"Amy, you seem to be forgetting how we met. We met through a dating website. Ergo, we are 'dating' and I have the right to call you my girlfriend, but publicly, at this time, as you have chosen not to inform our friends that we have gotten back together, we are not a couple per say." I did not get his logic at all.

"That doesn't even make sense." I told him. He shrugged at me.

"Society doesn't make sense." I sighed, too confused to argue.

"Sheldon, you cannot tell me that we're dating but not a couple. That's like saying an orange is round but not orange. When you asked me to be your girlfriend, I was ecstatic."

"Then why did you break up with me?" he asked me quietly. I looked at him with a look of puzzlement on my face.

"Well, you proposed only electronic communications. Normal humans don't do that." He just rolled his eyes at me in response. "So, are we dating or not?" I asked him quickly, hoping to get a strait answer from him.

"Indeed we are," he replied. "Which is why I still have this," he said, moving to his desk and pulling out the Relationship Agreement. "Amy, you do know that we never signed it when you broke up with me, right? So, technically, we never broke up." I was utterly speechless. I completely forgot about the Relationship Agreement.

"You mean you never signed it," I corrected. "I vividly remember signing it, in my frustration."

"That doesn't matter," he told me quickly. "It's done and you're mine again." I love it when he calls me his.

"Oh Sheldon, I don't know what to say," I said in response.

"Yes, well, I believe social convention indicates that I say you're welcome." He put his cleaning stuff back under the sink and turned to me, giving me his full attention.

"What would you like to do now?" he simply asked. I pursed my lips, thinking for a moment, before an idea came to me.

"How about we watch one of your star war-trek, things…." I suggested, my grin widening at his shocked expression.

"Can we?" he asked with so much enthusiasm. I nodded my consent and he grinned back at me excitedly. "You're going to love Star Trek!" he told me over his shoulder while running to his room to get the DVD. I chuckled to myself as I moved to go sit back down in the spot next to his on the brown, leathery couch. Moments later, he came back, clutching the film in his hands and grinning from ear to ear.

"I wasn't sure which one you'd like the best, so I just picked out one that I'm sure you'll love!" he popped the disc in the DVD player and turned to me once again.

"I almost forgot," he said as he ran back to his room. He reappeared seconds later with a box of Red Vines in his hands. I watched him as he set them on the coffee table in front of me and sat down beside me in his spot.

"Would you like something to drink? I have Yoo-hoo." Normally, I would expect this kind of behavior from Sheldon, but then he winked at me. My stomach flipped in response.

"Yes please," I tried to sound casual, giving him a small smile. He turned and happily trotted back to the kitchen to get my beverage. While his back was to me, I quickly grabbed a red vine from the box and shoved it in my mouth.

"Here you go Amy," he said just as I swallowed the delicious red candy. He handed the glass to me and I smiled at him.

"Thank you," I replied, taking a generous sip.

"You're welcome." He said formally, picking up the remote by the DVD played and sitting down on his spot. Lazily, he grabbed a red vine and placed it in his mouth at the same time as he pressed the play button.

As the beginning credits started playing, I couldn't help but notice how fake and computer animated the movie was. I honestly had no clue why he enjoyed the movies so much.

To appease him however, I kept my eyes locked onto the screen for the majority of the time, with my eyes occasionally wandering to his mouth that was almost always lazily chewing on a red vine.

I made it about ¾ of the movie before my eyes started to turn droopy and I felt sleepy. Gently sighing to myself, I quietly placed my head against Sheldon's shoulder, feeling content. It was a lot of work to stay awake and I almost didn't notice how he didn't tense as I put my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on drifting off to sleep then.

I was only about half way asleep when I heard someone come into the apartment and I felt Sheldon tense.

"Oh, Amy, you'll never believe this," The voice was Penny's, but she suddenly stopped talking and I heard her walk out of the apartment, gently closing the door behind her.