Chapter Four
'Sheldon, get the hell out of my room.' A less than joyful Leonard growled from underneath the pillow he was currently holding over his head.
'If this wasn't important, I wouldn't be here.' Sheldon simply said, closing the door beind him.
'Can't this wait until the morning?' He groaned, sitting up and reaching for his glasses.
'No. This must be addressed immediately. I'm having... Dreams... About Penny. And I don't know how to stop them.'
Leonard laughed, that had certainly woken him up. 'What, so you've got a little crush on Penny now?' He smirked. 'I guess all you have to do is ask her out on a date.' He began to laugh.
'Oh, I already did that part. She said yes of course, but anyway, that is not the matter at hand, you see, I'm having these dreams-'
'What?' Leonard asked, shocked. 'She actually agreed to it? But you're... You're... You're you! Why would she say yes to you? I can't believe you're dating my ex Sheldon! Wait, why am I saying this, it's you. You don't have real human emotions, you don't even know what empathy is.'
'Right, well. I can tell coming in here for advice was a bad decision on my part.' Sheldon said, turning to reach for the door handle. All this yelling certainly wasn't going to help him at all, unless he needed help getting a headache. Which - for the record - he didn't. 'Goodnight Leonard.'
'It was.' He heard his roommate mutter, but he chose not to comment and instead returned to his room. Talking to Leonard always made him tired anyhow.
It was the vibrating of his phone on the nightstand that awoke Sheldon, to see that Penny had texted him. 'Were gna go c the new twilight film. pick me up 6, moonpie'
Oh dear. Maybe this was not the best decision. He knew she was only using such bad grammar and the nickname only his memaw was allowed to call him to wind him up, but maybe if all she did was continue to annoy him, this whole thing wouldn't work.
He never really wanted a child anyway. Why let someone win a Nobel Prize and take away all of his glory? He was the one who worked hard all of his life for his achievements, it's not like he got any help from his mother or father, unless yelling obsceneties at eachother was considered helping nowadays.
Besides, there was no way he was sitting through that Twilgiht hokum for 2 hours of his valuable life. He could do anything with that precious time, play World of Warcraft, Halo, watch some of his Doctor Who boxsets. Why waste that time sitting with Penny, who often spoke with food in her mouth, in a dark and cramped theatre, listeing to teenage girls proclaim their naive love for actors who knew not of their existance?
No, this simply would not do. But then again - he was not one to give up. Maybe he, being the man, should initiate the date. That would throw things more into his favour. Now, where to take her? Hmmm, that was a toughie. He could take her to the comic book store? No, she surely wouldn't enjoy that. He tried to recall dates he had seen on tv - most of them involved going for a meal. So where was a resteraunt that both he and Penny enjoyed dining at? All he could think of was the Cheesecake Factory. Okay, so she didn't dine there - so to say - but she did work there. So she couldn't really hate it.
It was settled then. He picked up his phone and replied to her; 'There has been a change of plans. I no longer desire to sit in a small theatre with 100 lovestruck teenage girls watching that complete hokum. I'm taking you to the Cheesecake factory. Be ready at 7 o'clock sharp.'
Soon came his reply; 'kk'.
Oh, he really hoped she would be more interesting on the date, or he was in for one long evening.