A/N: As I promised a new chapter, lets see how long I can keep this up!
Chapter 7 (Amy's POV)
So yesterday Sheldon told the gang we slept together, but that's not true. Why would he lie about that? I don't even know. Its early morning, Sheldon's making tea as I sit on the couch, reloading my email. I was supposed to get something about the Nobel Prize ceremony. I refresh and refresh until something pops up. It reads:
"Hello Amy, regarding your Nobel Prize ceremony, there are something's you'll need to know. First of all you will be required to give a speech, you will be seated with other fellow Nobel prize winners, so you don't need to bring a date if you don't want to. If you do bring a date he or she will be seated in a table beside you. Wine will be provided for everyone but the Nobel Prize winners until they're done their speech. See you April 2nd.
- The Nobel Prize committee"
As I finish reading the email Sheldon sits beside me.
"What are you reading?" He asks. Looking over my shoulder.
"Oh nothing." I say, trying to hide the laptop from him.
"Really, what is it?" He asks once more. I finally give up and tell him,
"Its something about my Nobel prize ceremony."
"Alright then, I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to leave or stay, what ever you would like." After he says that he walks away. I can't help but feel bad, I really shouldn't mention my Nobel prize to him, he's trying so hard not to be jealous, its the least I could do. I decide to stay and wait for him besides he needs a ride. I decide to write the last sentence of my speech, I've been working on it late at night, secretly. As soon as I finish I reread the email and a sentence catches my eye.
"You don't have to bring a date if you don't want to." Does that mean I don't have to bring Sheldon, I'm sure it would make him feel so much better. That's when he walks out, I call his name and he comes and sits on the couch.
"Sheldon, great news you don't have to come to my Nobel prize ceremony!" I say with excitement. His jaw drops and his eyes open wide.
"Bu-but I want to come." He says.
"Are you sure, but I thought so wouldn't want to come because you... you know, you were jealous."
"As your boyfriend its my duty to be here for you, especially in good times like this. I know if it was me receiving that Nobel prize you'd do the exact same thing. There for I will come." I can't believe what he just said. Now I'm shocked.
"Oh Sheldon." I muster. It's the only thing I can say.
"Why don't we go to work." He says. Pointing towards the door.
"No, no, no stay here." I say and he obeys. Surprisingly. As he sits there, I lean and kiss him. I just had too. He isn't shocked or surprised he kisses back his hands exploring my back. My hands reaching his hair. Until I feel him lick his lips. Oh no, was this really happening. He pushes me down on the couch, and as he's on top of me he continues kissing me. My hands around his waist. This was passionate, extremely passionate. I cant help but enjoy this moment. It's here now and I have to enjoy it. As soon as my hands reach his back he gets up, leaning over me,
"I've been meaning to talk to you about yesterday. I wa-." I don't let him finish, I put my finger on his lips and push him back on top of me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. He gets my signal and continues kissing me, my hands over his back his hands reaching the buttons of my cardigan. I know he lied about this yesterday but was it going to happen now. My buttons pop off one by one, I don't know if he's going to stop now or continue. Him still on top of me, my hands in his hair. That's when he gets up, he's leaning over me out of breath. My cardigan undone.
"We can't do this, this is just what the gang wants us to do." He says.
"But I want to do it, and clearly you do to." I look done at my cardigan to help him notice.
"I know you want it, but I just can't, there's to much pressure. That's why I lied yesterday, I need to get the pressure of me." After he says that I sit back up and he falls back down on the couch.
"Why couldn't you just tell them the truth, that we were playing that game where the floor is lava, what's so wrong about that?" I ask.
"You don't understand, if I told them that, the pressure would still be on me to do... This." We've had this conversation before, but it went differently.
"I know you feel pressure but saying that we did it, may help you but not me. You know how many questions people will ask me. I'm gonna have to answer all of them. All of them. You know how hard that will be." People say I'm an angel because I can deal with him this way, but it's not hard.
"I didn't think about it that way." He looks sad on a way but I can't really tell.
"Sometimes you need to think about the other person in the relationship Sheldon." I keep speaking softly not to get him mad.
"I'll try." He says.
"The first step is taking back your lie, we didn't do it. We were just playing a game." I say.
"I can't take it back now." He says.
"Yes you can." I reply.
"No I can't, you don't understand." He continues to argue.
"Really I don't understand? You don't understand how bad that lie was you need to take it back." I'm getting angry now, oh no.
"I do understand, that's why I can't take it back." Oh no, here comes the rush of anger.
"Clearly you don't, but I'll tell you something you will understand. Don't come to my Nobel prize ceremony." I yell this with conviction. Then I storm out. I hear him call my name, but I don't care. I thought we'd finally gotten to a place with no more fights. But I guess not. My Nobel prize ceremony is in a week, and I don't know if we'll be able to resolve this fight in time...