Hey, Lovely Readers!

Here's a one-shot I came up with for fun. :)

- I have dyslexia and do make spelling mistakes. I do proofread, yet mistakes still happen.

- Disclaimer: I DO NOT own The Big Bang Theory or any other recognizable characters. I'm just playing pretend with them.

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Amy and Penny were heading back to Pasadena from a Twilight convention in Las Vegas. They got autographs, met four of the cast members, and were able to take pictures with them, which they thought was great. Both of them were big Twilight fans, and their excitement was palpable.

The inside of the car was packed with various Twilight-themed items they bought at the convention. Including two life-size cardboard cutouts of Jasper, which were laid flat in the back of Amy's SUV, along with numerous bags of trinkets, a red sticker on the back of the rear window that read, "I Drive Like a Cullen," and matching gray "Cullen Coven" hoodies.

They crossed the state line and were now in California. They were on Route 66, where the speed limit was 55 MPH, yet people drove much, much faster. Amy was behind the wheel, driving at the speed limit like the rule-abiding scientist she was. Penny sat in the passenger's seat, listening to the radio and not saying a word about her friend's slow speed. However, after being passed by 32 cars over a half hour and getting flipped off by a particularly impatient driver, Penny started pressuring Amy to speed up.

"Amy, you are driving too slow. Speed up a little." Penny urged.

"I can't," Amy protested in a matter-of-fact tone. She had both of her hands on the steering wheel, and her eyes were on the road.

"Yes, you can. Just go a little faster." Penny quickly said as a red pickup truck passed them.

Amy shook her head no. "The speed limit is 55, Penny. Anything above that is considered speeding."

"I know that." Penny groaned exasperated. Amy's slow driving was getting to her.

"Then why are you asking me to go above the speed limit if you know it's 55?" Amy wanted to know.

"Because you're driving like my grandma," Penny answered in a teasing tone. "And she doesn't even have a license…or a car. Yet she speeds down the highway to go to Waffle House to get her waffles and coffee every morning."

Amy's brows knit together in confusion. "If your grandma doesn't have a car, how does she drive?"

"She has a souped-up mobility scooter that goesmuch faster than we are driving." Penny clarified.

Penny was serious; Amy knew that. She also knew she didn't want to break the law and drive like a NASCAR racer, which seemed to be the thing to do on Route 66. Yet, she didn't want to annoy her best friend, and she had a huge feeling she was doing that. Especially when vehicles kept passing them by, Penny let out a long, loud sigh.

For a while, the two friends were quiet; the only sound in the car was the radio playing country music from a local station. Then, two unhappy drivers passed Amy. Penny broke the silence at the same time Amy dropped her speed as they approached a windy road before a cow farm and another driver passed them. She mentioned it was okay to go a little faster and encouraged Amy to do so.

Amy frowned, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "But Penny, the speed limit is there for a reason. It's to ensure our safety."

"Sure, but we're not going to make it back to LA before midnight." Penny paused for a dramatic effect. Exactly 30 seconds later, she added, "That's midnight tomorrow night."

Any let out a long, slow breath. She didn't believe she was driving that slow.

"Just a little faster, please?" Penny pleaded.

Reluctantly, Amy increased her speed. As the needle on the speedometer went further away from the number 55, Penny cheered her friend on and urged her to keep going faster. Amy complied. With the increased speed she began to feel a thrill that came from doing something she shouldn't. She liked that feeling.

A half-hour later, they were speeding down Route 66 with no cars passing them by. Amy was driving so fast that she left them all in the dust. She was going well over the speed limit now, and Penny wasn't complaining. Amy went a little faster as they passed a long stretch of road where several six-foot-tall bushes where. In between those bushes was a police car, if Amy had been driving slower, she would have seen the front bumper, but she was flying down the road and completely missed it. As fate would have it, sirens blared while red and blue flashing lights from the police cruiser appeared in her rearview mirror.

"Oh no, no, oh no, oh no." Amy repeated like a mantra, her heart racing. She slowed down and flicked on her blinker, signaling she was going over to the dirt patch on the side of the road. "I can't believe this is happening."

"It's just a routine traffic stop. It'll be okay." Penny tried to soothe her friend as they came to a stop.

Amy turned off the engine. "I shouldn't have listened to you." She admitted in an even tone. On the outside, she remained stoic, but inside, she was freaking out. She had never been pulled over before and told Penny this.

"I'm sorry." Penny apologized. "I'll do the talking."

"No." Amy shook her head, rolling both front windows down. "I'll handle this."

Seconds later, the officer approached the car, going over to the passenger side. Sunglasses were perched on his nose, and a kind smile was on his face as he stood beside the car, peering into the window. "Good afternoon, ladies. Do you know why I pulled you over?"

Amy opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out, only a heavy breath. She quickly shut her mouth. Her breathing was rapid, and she felt sick to her stomach.

"It's okay, ma'am." The officer said when she didn't speak. "I pulled you over because you were going too fast."

"I have to pee!" Amy randomly blurted out as she fiddled with her glasses. Why she said that, she couldn't explain. Her face heated up with embarrassment as she pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose and dropped her hand.

The expression on the officer's face was a mixture of surprise and peacefulness. He silently looked at her, studying her.

"Please excuse my friend here," Penny jumped into the rescue, and the officer's gaze went from Amy to Penny. "This is her first time getting pulled over, and she says whatever pops into her mind during stressful situations."

The officer nodded in understanding. "I need to see your driver's license and registration." He said as his gaze fell back on Amy.

Quickly, Amy gathered up the necessary documents he asked for. Her throat was tight, her mouth was dry, and her hands shook as she gave him her driver's license and registration. She also wanted to cry at the realization that she had broken the law and would be receiving a ticket.

The officer's gaze never left Amy as he took the documents from her. A look of curiosity crossed his face. "If you don't mind me asking," He began, his tone casual. "Are you on the autism spectrum?"

Amy froze, unsure how to respond. This wasn't the first time someone had asked her that question. Throughout her life, more so when she was out somewhere with Sheldon, she had been questioned if she had autism. Each time someone asked her about that she wasn't sure why they thought that, and she also didn't know what to say. This time was no different she had no answer.

"You remind me of my son who's diagnosed with level two autism. That's why I asked." The officer explained when she didn't answer.

"Uhhhh…" Amy's voice trailed off. Unable to give a response of any kind, she closed her mouth.

Penny, sensing her friend's discomfort, jumped in. "Yes, she is!" She said two octaves too loud.

Amy stayed silent, too scared to correct her best friend. The officer nodded and walked back to his car with Amy's information. The two friends were quiet until Amy decided to break the silence.

"Penny, I'm a genius scientist. What made you say I have a neurological disorder?" She asked.

Penny shrugged nonchalantly. "He asked. I went with it."

Not knowing what to say, Amy rolled her eyes. She exhaled as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Amy." Penny placed her hand on Amy's shoulder, trying to reassure her. "He's just going to give you a ticket, then we'll be on our way back home. Everyone gets a ticket sooner or later."

Amy wanted to cry and shout that she wasn't a delinquent, but before she could, the officer returned. Once again, he stood at the passenger's side looking into the car. Amy's heart sped up, and her stomach was in knots as she sat there, anticipating what would come next.

"Thank you for your cooperation," He said as he handed Amy her documents back. "I'm not going to give you a ticket, but I must know." He paused, and Amy sat there staring at him. "What does 'I Drive Like A Cullen' mean? Can you tell me if that a good or a bad thing?"

"Neither," Amy answered rapidly. She was very jumpy and trying not to be. "It's a vampire thing. Just like our Cullen Coven hoodies." She tugged on the front of her hoodie as she shifted in her seat to give him a better view of the front of her sweater so he could see the image of the Cullen crest. "It's just a vampire thing. It means nothing."

She was nervous and babbling like an idiot. Or at least that's how she felt as she began to tell the officer all about her favorite vampire, Jasper. In a fast-paced tone, she told him how Jasper became a vampire, found Alice, and became a member of the Cullen Coven. She sure knew a lot about these vampires. If the officer was bored from hearing all about these sparkly vampires and their unique diet, he didn't say; he just stood there listening with a smile.

"She's hyper-focused on vampires." Penny interrupted as she looked at the officer.

"I see." He nodded his head in agreement. Then he looked at Amy and said, "As I said before, I'm not giving you a ticket. Just promise me you will drive slower from now on."

Amy couldn't believe she wouldn't receive a ticket. "I promise I will drive the speed limit." She couldn't help but smile.

With that, the officer returned to his cruiser, and Amy started up her car. With a sigh of relief that it was over and she was free to go, she flicked on her blinker and slowly got back on the road. She made a promise, not only to the officer but to herself, too, that she wouldn't speed. She would be driving cautiously anytime she was behind the wheel just as she always did without Penny's bad iInfluence.

"Can you believe that just happened?" Penny burst out laughing. "Pulled over for driving like a Cullen! Who would have thought you would have to explain to a cop what a Cullen vampire is?"

Amy, still shaken, let out a small, nervous laugh. "Yeah. It was an experience I never want to repeat."

As promised, she drove the speed limit, going no faster than 55 MPH, even when cars behind her wanted her to. Penny said nothing as a few vehicles went around them and flew down the road. Eventually, the two friends entered a small town and stopped at a little market. They went in for snacks, and Amy couldn't resist calling Sheldon when Penny took her sweet time picking out the perfect bag of chips. Sheldon who was watching Star Wars with Leonard, answered on the second ring.

"Sheldon," Any spoke after he had answered the phone. "You're not going to believe what just happened to me. I got pulled over for speeding. I didn't get a ticket but had to explain what a Cullen was since I now have a sticker on the back of my window that says, 'I Drive Like a Cullen.' The officer wanted to know if it was a good thing or a bad thing."

Sheldon, ever the realist, began to tisk. "Amy, Amy, Amy," He repeated her name three times, his tone disapproving. "Didn't I tell you those sparkly, vegatain vampires were nothing but trouble? You should never trust a vampire that doesn't sleep in a coffin, and those vampires don't sleep at all."

His words were serious, yet they sounded hilarious. Sheldon had a strong dislike for the Twilight vampires since they were different than the ones he was familiar with. However, he knew Amy and Penny loved Twilight vampires, and he didn't try to discourage them from liking all things Twilight. Even though he assumed Amy being pulled over was the sticker's fault. Little did he know it was Penny's encouragement that had led to this mess.

After ten minutes Amy and Sheldon disconnected their call, and Penny and Amy finished up their shopping trip. Every now and then, Penny would bring up the traffic stop incident. She thought it was hilarious, but Amy failed to see the humor. Nevertheless, the two friends continued with their journey back to LA with an interesting topic to converse about. Their bond was strengthened by the most unexpected of experiences.

THE END

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