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Chapter 3 (Amy's POV)

Sheldon has been acting odd around me lately. Ever since I told him I won a Nobel prize he's become very distant. Not talking to me and barely looking at me. He even cancelled tea! He claimed he wanted to have tea alone. It's weird usually all he wants to do is spend time with me now he just wants the complete opposite. I've talked to Penny but she keeps saying

"Just give him time. He'll come around." I don't think that's the case though. It must have something to do with the fact that I've won a Nobel prize, and he's craved one for so long. Could he be jealous? I forget about that and focus on today, it's Thursday that means date night. I don't know if we are even going to have date night, things have been so different. Just to make sure we're on for tonight I dial his number. Thank God he answers on the first ring.

"Hey Sheldon." I say.

"Hello." He responds, its a weird response but I'm just thankful to hear his voice.

"Are we still on for tonight Sheldon, because you said we'd have date night at your apartment this time." I sound desperate but I don't care anymore.

"Yes I remember." He says.

"Ok cool. See you at 8:00." My voice cracks, hopefully he didn't notice.

"Yes, see you then." He says. Then he hung up. Why is he acting so distant. He couldn't possibly be jealous. He has been so distant and its starting to scare me. Usually he's so close to me and just gets closer. But now he's far and just gets farther. But how much farther can he go? The farthest is to break up with me. He couldn't break up with me just because he's jealous. Sheldon is a brilliant man. Sure he's self-centered but he wouldn't do something that... That cruel. Would he? I don't know. I stop thinking about the possibility of him breaking up with me and focus on now. I look down,at this point I'm not doing anything. I'm just sitting on my couch holding my phone. I have absolutely no idea what to do now. I'm done my work. The work that won me a Nobel prize. I see the letter and package they sent me. I've filled out the paper work, and thrown out some ideas for my speech.

How could a Nobel prize be such a good thing, yet have such bad consequences. Well I wouldn't consider it bad. Your just losing the guy you love, the guy you've been with for 5 years. I guess it could be worse. I try to convince myself that losing Sheldon isn't that bad. It doesn't seem to work. A tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off but more tears keep streaming down. I can't help but let the tears take over me. There's no point in wiping the tears away because they'll just keep coming down. I let go and sob. If I lost Sheldon I don't know who I would be any more. I've changed him and he's changed me. If he broke up with me all those special moments gone. When he bought me that tiara, gone. Our first passionate kiss, gone. The first time he said "I love you", gone.

Now I can't help but sob more. The tears keep streaming down. More and more. I am no longer in control in my emotions. The tears keep streaming down and sobs get louder. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't came and checked on me. Even if they did how would I explain it.

"Sorry I'm crying because I'm paranoid that my boyfriend is going to break up with me, even though it's so unlikely." Boy does that sound stupid. I rub my eyes and look at the time. It's almost 7:00, 6:56 to be exact. I have about an hour to get ready and drive to Sheldon's apartment. I get off my couch and walk into the bathroom. When I look in the mirror I am a complete mess. My eyes are all red, my cheeks stained with tears and my hair is disheveled. How can crying feel so good yet happen fro a bad reason. At least this time. I haven't cried for joy in a long, long time. I don't know what to do now. I walk out to my closet and pick out my date night jumper. The won I wore last time we kissed. It was date night. I remember it perfectly. His kisses are so sweet and pure even if he's talking in the middle of it. He's never told me if I'm a good kisser, I guess I'll never know. He's not one to talk about things like that and I'm not one to ask. After putting my dress on my bed I walk back to my bathroom. I don't have time to take a shower. I decide to just wash my face. The cold water feels so good on my hot face. I already feels my tears getting washed away, forgotten.

Once done I get my towel and dry my face. When I look in my mirror I feel better, fresher and more confident I pull out my blush from the bathroom drawer. It's the only piece of make up I wear because unlike online a lot a women these days I appreciate the natural look. After I apply my blush I go back into my bedroom and put on my date night jumper. I really like the way I look on it. I feel more confident, and that's odd because I was crying 10 minutes ago. The one thing I'm good at doing is bouncing back. Its one of the best qualities about me. I slip on my watch. It's new. I wonder if Sheldon will notice. He probably won't, he doesn't care about things like that. But that doesn't matter. I look at my watch, it's almost 7:30, wow I get dressed quick. I take one last look at myself, I don't want to say I look good, I look presentable. My head shifts a little bit to the right and I see the Pasadena sunset. The sunset is probably one of my favorite thing about Pasadena. When I'm alone its there. When I'm upset its there. It never leaves me, and it never will. I stare out at it. The bright orange, red and yellow. Like a beautiful canvas.

I turn around and head out the door not knowing what to expect at date night. Is Sheldon going to be distant or has he got over his petty jealousy. That sounds cruel.

"Snap out of it Amy." I tell myself. I walk out of my apartment and go into the elevator. I hate the cheesy music they play. It is extremely annoying. Finally the elevator reaches the lobby. I walk out of the building and go to my car. Dusting myself I get into my car. I remember teaching Sheldon how to drive. How fun it was. He got better, sort of. We didn't die so that's an accomplishment. When ever I'm with him we always shave a good time. Though people say he's not, Sheldon can actually be fun. If you actually get to know him. I've had the pleasure of getting to do just that. If he threw that all away I would lose myself. I feel the urge to cry. No I can't. Not now. To stop my self I play some Neil Diamond. Of course Sweet Caroline comes on. I can't help but smile. It's one of my favorite songs. I stop at the red light. I lightly tap against my steering wheel. I can't help it, the beat is so... Fun. Once the light turns green I turn right. Suddenly I'm at the apartment building. I park my car and walk to the building. I enter the building and start walking up the stairs. I get more nervous each step I take. When I get to the apartment door I see Penny walking out of her apartment.

"Date night?" She asks.

"Yup." I answer.

"Good luck Ames." She says.

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it." I say. Penny smiles and walks down the stairs. I don't know where she's going but that's the least of my worries. I knock on the door. I can hear Sheldon's foot steps. When he opens it I'm star struck. Even though he's in the usual super hero T-shirt he's looking better than ever.

"Hi Amy." He says. "Please come in." I walk in. The Thai food and tea were already on the table. I take a seat on the couch, so does he. He hands me my Thai food and I start to eat. I'm desperate to start a conversation,

"So Sheldon, how was your day?"

"Good." He responds. I guess he'd rather sit in silence. So I don't say anything. After 3 minutes I start to get annoyed.

"Sheldon." I say. He looks up at me and finally drops the fork he has been fidgeting with since I first got here.

"Yes." He responds.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask. Sort of desperately.

"There is nothing wrong." He says,

"Are you sure?" I ask again. I'm even more desperate.

"Yes Amy, I'm fine." He says again. If he wants silence, he'll get silence. Another 2 minutes passes. I'm tired of this now.

"You know what Sheldon, I think I'm going to go home now."

"Why?" He asks.

"I just want to, ok." I say.

"Come on Amy, what's wrong?" He says again. I know he's trying to be sweet but the anger builds up inside of me. I can't help but yell.

"SO YOU EXPECT ME TO TELL YOU MY FEELINGS BUT WHEN I ASK YOU IT"S 'No Amy I'm fine.'!" I sort of feel like a villain. Oh well. I storm out tears streaming down my face. I'm half way down the first flight of stairs, suddenly I hear him shout my name. I turn to face him, he's still at the top of the stairs.

"Fine Amy, I'm jealous. Jealous you won a Nobel prize before me. OK. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that what you wanted to know, that I have feelings?" He starts to yell.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED FROM ME? IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?"

Hearing Sheldon yell just makes me cry more, that the tears are impossible to stop. He looks at me expecting a response but I just turn away and continue running down the stairs. When I reach the end of the stairs I sit on the last step and sob. I don't know where the relationship is going from here and so far I don't want to know. I just sob harder and harder. I let my emotions go. I don't care any more, I really don't...