A/N: Another day, another chapter. Still staying strong.

Chapter 8 (Amy's POV)

Drawers open and slam shut. I'm desperate to find something to wear. All my stuff is at Sheldon's place. Just a couple days ago we were living together, playing games together. Making out together. Now I'm mad again. When I first met Sheldon I knew he was self centered. I knew he would mostly care about himself. I guess I was expecting it. I guess the reason I'm so mad is because of how he went from being so sweet and caring about me to only caring about himself. I find a loose cardigan and sweat pants and change into them. A part of me hopes Sheldon is missing me, I doubt it. I sit down on my couch prepared to practice my speech until I see I have almost 50 texts from Penny saying the exact same thing,

"Where are you?!"

Instead of responding I decide to call her. Of course she answers.

"Amy where are you?" She yells into the phone.

"Me and Sheldon had a fight. So I'm back home."

"Oh that's why Sheldon was pacing around his apartment." As soon as Penny says this thoughts boggle through my head. Is he really nervous and thinking about me?

"Oh." Is all I can say.

"You know what, I'm coming over." She says that then hangs up. After 10 minutes there's a knock on the door and surprise, surprise it her.

"Ok Amy. What happened?" I have no answer to her question.

"I can't talk about it."

"Come on Amy. What happened." She starts to pout.

"Fine. Me and Sheldon didn't really sleep together. I wanted him to set the record straight but he refused. He was only thinking about himself. So I stormed out, and told him not to come to my Nobel prize ceremony."

"Wow. Amy. That's brave of you." She says.

" I couldn't take it any more. Any other lie, I would of been ok with. But a subject as serious as this. It was just too much."

"I understand." She says. That's when she hugs me. It's good to have Penny in my life. Most of the times she understands me. When she lets go. She stands up and walks to the door.

"Feel better Amy." She says and walks out. I'm so glad I have Penny in my life. Sure she can be a blabber mouth sometimes but during moments like this, when I need someone. As soon as she leaves I go and make my self some tea. Tea always calms me down. I think about yesterday, what happened. The make out session was great but the fight was not. Did I over react? I don't think so. I bring my hot cup if tea to the couch and sit. Taking sip by sip I hear a knock on the door. Could it be Penny again? Or maybe even Bernadette. I go and answer it. But its not one of the girls. Its Sheldon. He's holding my bags.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to avoid eye contact. I don't want to fall back into his deep beautiful blue eyes.

"I just want to show you something." I'm skeptical at first but I decide to let him. I step back and he walks in. He dials a phone number and speaks into his phone.

"Hey Leonard." He says.

"I just want to clarify that me and Amy didn't sleep together. We were playing a game. So please tell the rest of the gang that." There's a slight pause then he hangs up. He hands me my bags and walks out of my apartment. I can't help but chase after him.

"Sheldon wait!" I yell. He turns around.

"Umm.. Would you like to come in for tea and a game of counterfactuals?" He walks close to me, so close I can almost hear him breathing.

"Oh Amy, we haven't played that game in ages. I don't think it would be appropriate to play it now."

"Fine just a cup of tea." I propose.

"Amy I just want to go home. I am in no mood to drink or play anything." He kisses me on the cheek and walks away. I enter my apartment and slam the door. I don't know why he would just leave like that. I put my hand right where he kiss me, my cheek. Sheldon doesn't like to admit it but he I sort of romantic. I walk into my bedroom and just fall onto my bed. These last few weeks have been an emotional roller-coaster. There's been fighting, lies, jealousy and Nobel prizes. So much has happened. I don't know where I stand with Sheldon right now. I'm not as mad as him anymore. But he might be mad at me. My Nobel prize ceremony is next week. God knows what will happen then. So much as happened, yet there's still a lot more to happen. It pains me to think about it. I decide to try to fall asleep, but I one last text to send, and it's to Sheldon.

"Good night Dr. Cooper." I text. After 5 minutes he responds,

"Good night Dr. Fowler." I read it and drift off to sleep...

A/N: Sorry it was short!