i'm listening to: whatever she wants by bryson tiller😋
"(Y/N)." Sheldon knocked on the bedroom door of (Y/N), who was sitting on their bed reading. They got up from their bed, slightly groaning as Sheldon repeated his knocking again. "(Y/N)." He said again, before he flinched at the door swinging open in front of him. "Yes?" (Y/N) irritably replied as they opened the door wider for him to go in. He stepped in, looking around their visibly messy room. "Well, for one, you desperately need to clean your room." He nonchalantly said, standing in front of their not-made bed. (Y/N) sighed, walking up next to him. "What?" They asked, raising a curious brow as Sheldon stood there, staring down at their bed. "When is the last time you washed your bed linens?" He asked, turning his head their way as he eyed the bed. "Uh, I dunno." (Y/N) said, shrugging as they looked around the rest of the room. Sheldon's mouth formed a straight line as he turned around. "OK, then let's go to your living room instead. Well, preferably, for me." He said as that smug smile he had plastered onto his face, causing (Y/N) to roll their eyes as they followed him out of their room.
Sheldon sat down on the couch, his perfect posture mocking (Y/N) as they just slumped onto the cushion. "OK, so, what did you want from me?" (Y/N) asked as they turned his way. Sheldon looked back at them, sighing as if he was scared of what he was about to say.
"I, uh, believe I might have a..." Sheldon began, fidgeting with the hem of his NASA shirt. "A crush on Paige."
"WHAT?!"
Sheldon nodded, his brows furrowing as he watched (Y/N)'s jaw fall to the floor. "I'm not very happy about it either," He said. (Y/N) shook their head, struggling to process what he said. "My bad, I'm just... dumbfounded that you, Sheldon Cooper, would ever have interest in something besides science and math." (Y/N) said, still shaking their head from side to side. Sheldon nodded. "I know." He said, exhaling as he had to fix his posture. (Y/N) sat back down on the couch properly, sighing. "So, why did you come to me?" They questioned, raising a brow. Sheldon's eyes danced around the room as he tried to find an answer. "Well, I was going to tell you my unbearable symptoms, and, you would tell me if they were compatible with the feelings of dopamine." He said nervously as his hands finally settled back into his lap.
(Y/N) nodded. "OK, so, tell me your symptoms." They said as they comfortably settled into their spot, an amused smile on their face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yep."
