Author's Note:
Super short chapter for you today inspired by one of the posts in Stark's daily meme spam (thank you, Stark). It was going to be a drabble but I couldn't get it down to 100 words. Is there a special term for fics that are 250?
I also made a fake screenshot to go with this, which you can see on the AO3 version of this chapter or on my tumblr fort-cozy-mcblanket.
Enjoy!
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"Calm down, Sheldon, you have to give people time to watch it," Amy told her boyfriend. He had spent the last thirty-four minutes refreshing their YouTube page, waiting for someone to comment on the new Fun With Flags episode they just uploaded. She had been keeping herself occupied in the meantime by alternating between reading a book and admiring his profile while he worked, but she was starting to get concerned.
"It shouldn't take them this long to comment, my genius is clear within the first two minutes," he said. Before Amy could reply, he refreshed again and suddenly jumped in his computer chair. "There! First comment! I told you . . ." he trailed off as he read it, leaving his own thought uncharacteristically unfinished.
"What does it say?" she asked, intrigued. The elation he'd displayed at the comment's appearance was gone, his face now blank. When he didn't respond, she had no choice but to get up from the couch and see for herself.
"It can't be that bad, right?" she asked as she made her way over to his desk. He still didn't say anything, just gestured with his hand towards the computer screen, inviting her to read it.
Amy peered over his shoulder to spy the lone comment on their video. Someone with the username BartSimpson420 had typed, "You need to get laid."
"You know, he actually makes a compelling argument," she said, shifting her eyes back to Sheldon.
It did not look like he agreed.