It Don't Come Easy, 3:01 (Ringo Starr)
Sheldon Schlepper has a weakness. So what if it just happens to be teenage gossip magazines?
It's not like he could actually talk to Emily anymore, so Seventeen's interviews were the best he was going to get.
"Sheldon," his sister, Shawna, groans, "I'm not paying for that."
"I know," he mutters, "I've got it." He shells out a ten dollar bill. "Here."
"Fine. I still can't believe that," she lifts a shoulder at Emily's smiling face on the cover of the girly magazine.
He looks at his older sister. "What? I thought you liked Em."
"I did, Sheldon. But, she wasn't exactly the model type in high school."
"Emily was always beautiful," he declares.
Reading intently as his sister pushes the cart through the checkout at the grocery store, he follows her.
"Shawna, look at this."
"I'm a little busy right now, bro," she mutters, hefting a twenty-four pack of soda onto the counter.
"In Seventeen's latest interview with Emily Davis, she revealed tidbits about her life before the fame," he reads.
"Sheldon!" Shawna snaps. "Get your head out of the magazine, and help me."
"Sorry," he mutters.
"Hey," she whispers, as the girl at the counter swipes her credit card, "read it to me in the car, okay, bro?"
He smiles. "You just feel guilty, but I'll take what I can get."
"Alright, Sheldon. What did they say about Emily this time?" Shawna asks later.
"That's the thing. She said she wanted love."
"Sheldon, it's been a long time. I think you need to move on."
"No, Shawna, you don't get it. She was talking about me!"
"How can you be sure?"
"She mentioned that he proposed."
"And?"
"I proposed, the night of our junior prom. Right before we left."
His sister blinks. "Okay. Go. Tell her you love her."