The way Sheldon was avoiding Amy continuously was odd. Sheldon doesn't avoid anyone he isn't scared of, meaning he must be scared of. . .

Missy shakes her head, thinking of how to confront Amy. She knows she has to, it's just a matter of time before Amy harms him, or kills him! She can't let it happen. Amy is no good. She's not even popular, she's weird, she makes Sheldon uncomfortable, and she's probably picking on him, too. Nobody but herself picks on Sheldon.

Nobody.

As Amy walks out of school, she notices Missy standing against the wall, waiting for her. Man, if she didn't know better, it'd be almost like she'll beat her up or something.

"Hey, Missy!" Amy walks over to her, greeting her politely.

Missy sits up, facing Amy. She looks almost upset? It only confuses Amy.

"Tell me right now what you did to Sheldon." Missy steps forward, her fist clenching.

Amy raises her hands, stepping back hesitantly. "I don't think I did anything wrong. I would never hurt him."

"Then why is he avoiding you? Huh?" Despite how little Missy is, she can be frightening from a ten year old's perspective.

When Amy doesn't answer, she only gets angrier. "Tell me," Missy starts, "Or I'll tell your mom about how close you've been getting with Sheldon recently."

"I don't know! Maybe he's mad that I sat in his spot? Why don't you just ask him?"

Missy freezes. She hates how Amy thinks just like Sheldon, or at least similarly. She can't help but take a step back.

Missy sighs in an exasperated way, unballing her fist. "Fine. But you'll be there with me, understand?"

Amy nods immediately. Even if Missy is her best friend, and she knows she wouldn't harm her, she can still be a little scary. Once again, at least to a ten year old.

Sheldon sits in his room reading while Missy's threatening to bring hell on Amy. She then storms in, demanding to know why he's avoiding Amy.

With the language this 10 year old surprisingly used, writing it would be absurd. However, there were a couple 'craps' and 'dangs' in there.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you." Sheldon nervously sat up on his bed, frantically trying to think of an excuse. One that'd be ultimately true, though just stretching the truth a little. White lies aren't bad when the lie is true, right?

"When we went out for donuts the night Amy stayed over, a Saturday actually, around 7:31-"

"Get to the point, Sheldon." Missy taps her foot, glaring out the window at Amy, who's sitting outside waiting for them.

Sheldon lets out a shaky sigh. Is he really going to lie to his sister? He knows it's not technically a lie, just not the right truth to tell. So it's the truth. . . Kind of.

"I had a raspberry filled donut, and she had a chocolate donut. I had jelly on the corner of my mouth, so she licked her thumb and wiped it off my face, exchanging unnecessary and unsanitary saliva."

Missy blinks. She then slowly nods, letting him get back to his book by walking outside back to Amy.

But that wasn't the truth on why he's avoided her. Maybe there's a bigger issue. When she's with him, he can feel his face heat up. And when she gets attention instead of him, he's envious. When she smeared her saliva on his mouth in attempts of 'cleaning' his face, it made his stomach twist. When she stays the night, he can't stand to be in the same room as her because it makes him nauseated.

He's not jealous of Amy, that'd be silly. Amy has nothing to be jealous of. So then, why does it make his head spin when she listens to his rants and saves his spot for him? When she understands how he feels and tells him what she's thinking instead of making it unnecessarily hard with a simple 'it's fine' or 'I'm okay'?

. . .

Or maybe he's sick.