Yellow Walls, Olive Green Carpets And Two Glasses Of Pineapple Juice
Danny dragged himself through Central Park, musing over everything that had happened. What a waste of $25. In the end, it was like he'd forced himself into loving Lindsay just because she'd seemed so unattainable at the beginning. He'd enjoyed the chase, but for some reason the prize wasn't so great.
Eventually Danny found himself a secluded bench, or as secluded as can be in Central Park. It was getting dark. He'd been walking for hours. He dropped down and tipped his head over the back of the bench, wondering where the fuck he was going to stay. Don's? Don had his own girlfriend. Stella? She was a girl. Mac's? Danny mentally shook himself. Fuck that, he thought, Mac doesn't give a crap about you, he'd just wring your neck for dumping on Lindsay like that. No, Mac was definitely out of the question. Who else could he stay with? A voice broke through his thoughts, a soft, gentle voice.
"Practising for when you lose your job?" Danny sat up quickly and turned to see Sheldon smiling at him. Danny flopped back against the bench. Sheldon sat down next to him. "You ok? Has Lindsay kicked you out?" Danny laughed ruefully.
"No, I kicked myself out." He leaned forwards and rubbed his hands over his eyes. "Ah, crap." He blinked, his eye watering. Sheldon leaned forwards as well.
"You ok Danny?" Danny tried to stop his eye from blinking quite so spastically.
"Yeah, it's just my lens…" Sheldon turned Danny's face towards him, his fingers warm and light.
"Let me have a look." Danny sat still as Sheldon gently lifted his eyelid. "Look up." Danny obliged and promptly felt a pain going up his forehead. "Woah, ok look down." Danny looked down, wincing slightly. Sheldon raised Danny's eyelid with one thumb, and with the other gently slid Danny's contact lens back down. He let go. The air suddenly felt very cold on Danny's skin where Sheldon's warm hands had been resting. Danny blinked. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"S'ok. " Sheldon noticed the gym bag. "You've truly kicked yourself out then?"
"Yeah."
"You staying with a friend?" Danny shrugged.
"I dunno."
"What about Don?"
"He's got Jess."
"Oh. Stella?" Danny shook his head.
"Girl."
"Sexist." Danny laughed slightly.
"Thinking practically actually." Sheldon smiled that warm smile.
"Ok, Mac."
"Are you joking? He'd have my head." There was a pause. The leaves rustled in the cold air. Not all the snow had melted yet, there were still piles of disgusting grey slush hanging around which used to be snowmen.
"What about your parents?"
"They'd also chew me up into little pieces and spit me out again." Sheldon shook his head and leant back against the bench with Danny.
"There's always me." Danny looked at him quickly. Sheldon saw the movement and added hastily. "I mean, I get that we're not exactly soul mates, and we'd probably argue like hell, but I have a sofa bed and if the worst comes to the worst you can always crash there." Danny felt himself looking at Sheldon properly for the first time in seven years. He'd always been just Hawkes, just the doc. Danny had never considered that Sheldon might actually like him as a friend and not just a colleague. It was a good feeling.
"Really? You sure you could deal with me for an undetermined period of time?" Sheldon turned his head towards Danny. The wintry afternoon light struck his features beautifully, those incredible brown eyes gazing at him with sincerity and a smile creeping across those perfect lips.
"There's a first time for everything. I'll risk it." Danny grinned and gave Sheldon an affectionate punch on the arm.
"Thanks doc."
Walking into Sheldon's building Danny felt an incredible sense of relief sweeping over him. His building was dirtied white like an asylum, but Sheldon's lobby was glowing with a soft cream. Sheldon checked his mail slot, then continued towards the stairs.
"Hey momma!" The rotund lady sitting behind the desk gave him a disapproving look and an uncontrollable smile over the top of her glasses and Glamour.
"Call me momma one more time young Sheldon and I'll have your heart for dinner." Sheldon grinned and kissed her cheek.
"Anyone call for me?"
"You're not that popular honey." Sheldon grinned again that grin that's impossible not to grin with, and beckoned Danny to the steps. Danny followed, noticing that 'momma' was sneakily eyeing him up behind her magazine.
"She likes you. Lindsay would sure be jealous." Danny couldn't help but smile.
"Like hell she would." They reached the landing. Sheldon pointed to the next set of stairs. Danny stopped. "What's wrong with the elevator?" Sheldon turned at the foot of the next staircase.
"Nothing, I'm only on the second floor. Come on." Danny hitched his bag back over his shoulders and came to the stairs. "Lazy ass!" They laughed as they carried on up the stairs. Then they came to number 3, Danny remembering all the fairy stories that have 3 as a lucky number and wondered if he'd be so lucky here. Sheldon unlocked the door and they walked in.
Sheldon's walls were a light yellow. Danny found himself standing in a short hallway where there was plain mirror, coat hooks and a mat where Sheldon's other shoes were. Danny noticed with a small pang of guilt that Sheldon only had five pairs of shoes. Danny was like a girl in the shoe respect, he had about fifteen pairs, and insisted that they were all different, even though he knew they weren't. Under the mirror was a table with a notepad, a pen and little reminders, as well as a child's drawing of what, Danny could only assume, was supposed to be Sheldon. Sheldon placed his keys and his cell on this little wooden table and kicked off his shoes. He indicated that Danny could drop his bag by the shoes. The table was on the left walking through the door, on the right was another door.
"That's the cupboard." Sheldon hung up his jacket and Danny's too, then walked into the living room. Facing Danny was a window, on either side there were bookcases filled with all types of medical books and, Danny noticed, poetry books and books on photography, music and dance. To his left there were four long steps up which was the kitchen. At right angles to the window there was a white door slightly ajar, through which he could see the tiled floor of a bathroom. The carpet was strangely enough a kind of olive green, but weirdly, it worked. Sheldon noticed Danny's surprised expression at the carpet.
"I didn't decorate."
"Who did, your mum?"
"Insult my mum again and I'll kick you out. Actually it was the guy who lived here before me. I couldn't be bothered to change it. 'Sides, I kinda like it." Danny nodded with that approving expression.
"Me too."
"Good. I don't know what you would have done if you didn't." Danny smiled and looked to his right. A white sofa facing a small flat screen TV, a white armchair nearer the other wall, a white footstool beside the glass topped table on which was Sheldon's laptop, his case files, his bills, his phone, coasters, everything that Danny felt should be on a glass-topped table. To make the picture even better, the table had another level beneath the glass where Danny could see Sheldon's medical journals, newspapers and what looked like a photo album and a scrapbook. Along the wall opposite to the kitchen were shelves, holding photographs, knick-knacks, medals, certificates, and a few more childish drawings. In the corner was a hi-fi, complete with CD stand beside it. In the wooden shelves supporting the TV were all Sheldon's DVDs and videos, some of them evidently home videos.
"You want a drink?" Danny saw Sheldon standing in the kitchen holding a glass. He walked up the wooden steps and onto the wooden floor of the kitchen.
"What you got?" Sheldon went to the fridge which was on the right, close to another white door, this one closed. The cupboards spread across in front of Danny, the sink directly beneath another window where there was a healthy plant and boxes of what looked like bird feed. The rectangular table and four chairs stood neatly slightly off centre in front of Danny. To his right was a sort of bar, again with a wooden top, and two high bar chairs next to it. Behind the bar was the washing machine, and to the side of the bar was another lot of shelves with photos and plants. Opposite the bar as Danny found when he turned to survey the living room was a calendar.
"Beer, juice, water, coffee, tea…" Sheldon brought his head out of the fridge. "Nothing interesting, sorry." Danny shrugged and inspected the fridge with Sheldon.
"Pineapple juice?" Sheldon reached for the carton.
"You like pineapple juice?"
"Are you kidding me? I haven't had that stuff in ages!" Sheldon grinned and poured out two glasses.
Sorry about the descriptions, normally I hate doing them but his time it was really fun, so sorry it went on for a while. : P xxx thank you all you loverly people who reviewed moi, muchos apreciatos!