sheldon cooper x fem!reader

chapter eleven!

hii it's storming here n i'm on my period in so much fucking pain so like perfect writing opportunity for me

But she didn't care.

A loud sound had awakened her, causing her rustle in her sleep. "What..." she muttered under her breath, sitting up in her bed. Looking down, she realized something. This wasn't her bed. 

And then it all came back. Meeting Sheldon and Missy, punching Heather M, and...huh? (Y/N) couldn't comprehend what was going on, she had a dream. She...kissed Sheldon, right? Wild dream....

Her eyes quickly darted around her surroundings, slowly taking in every aspect with a tired brain. Posters of smart people? Albert Einstein, a scientist looking guy... and some other people with quotes next to their photo. So, apparently, she had been sleeping in Sheldon's room. Wow. (Y/N) slowly pulled herself out of the bed, stretching her limbs. She groaned, tilting her head back slightly as she rubbed her eyes. "It was a dream?" she asked herself, looking down in disappointment. "Damnit." Flattening out her hair, she began to walk towards the door after slipping on her socks. With no nearby sounds, she raised a confused brow. "Where is everyone?" As she walked into the kitchen, she glanced at the calendar. Wednesday, 1996.

So, it was Wednesday. Wait, why wasn't she at school? She began to panic, she was in the Cooper's house alone, confused and paranoid. Wait, no. She was suspended, remember? Sighing, she furrowed her brows in annoyance. What the hell was she meant to do here alone? She hopelessly looked around, desperate to find something to occupy her short attention span. And then she realized something, she didn't even know what time it was.

"Do you suppose (Y/N) is alright?" Sheldon asked Missy, brow raised with a small blush across his cheeks. Missy shrugged, fixing her hair. "Dunno, and I don't really care. She ruined my reputation." Missy complained, a sharp edge to her voice. Her and Sheldon kept walking through the school halls, loud yelling teenagers interrupting their conversation. Sheldon took a second to check his watch. 1:24.

"I think your reputation was already ruined," Sheldon said, looking away from Missy as if he was scared of her reaction. "Shut up, Sheldon," she grumbled, looking straight up at him. Sheldon looked quite offended, taken aback by her response. 

"That was impolite."

"Whatever."

(Y/N) suddenly came up with an idea of what to do, going to slip on her shoes. 

Opening the front door, (Y/N) smiled slightly at the bright blue sky, the green grass, the trees. Even though it was pretty outside, the blazing hot Texas heat said otherwise. The girl groaned, adjusting her hair tie on her wrist so she could tie her hair up. (if you have short hair i'm sorry)

Taking a few small, hesitant steps onto the pavement in front of the Cooper's house, (Y/N) covered the sun with her hand. She began to walk along the sidewalk, counting her steps as a few cars passed by her. Her hair flew with the wind, the harsh rays of the sun hitting against her skin, making her look away quickly. And then she began to think about her dream. It had been yesterday that her and Sheldon met, and, she had that dream. Just the way she thought of him, and the way she described him, made her think to herself if she had those type of feelings for him. But that can't be right.

...Right?

She tried to rack her brain on previous events, as in what had happened yesterday and what brought her to...be sleeping in Sheldon's bed. His scent seemed to overload her, taking a hold of her and wrapping her round. No, why does everything she thought of circle back to him? 

Anyways, (Y/N). Yesterday, last night, not Sheldon. OK.

First, she met Missy. That was real, she remembered it clearly. Then, the whole lunch thing. She knew that was real, considering she was walking on the sidewalk in an unfamiliar neighborhood at the moment, instead of being at school. Next, she was suddenly at the Cooper's house after explaining to Sheldon about what had happened at school. She couldn't tell if that was real, unless she got here a different way. So, that was real, she assumed. Then...everything went black. What the hell happened last night? 

(Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion and frustration, because her brain just wouldn't work. "Ugh," she groaned to herself, annoyed as ever. After noticing she was about a mile away from hom- no, well- she supposed it could be home by now, considering her mom hasn't reached out. Home. Yeah, that's what she'll call it. She turned around on her heels, and began to walk back, did she really know where she was going? No, but, that was OK because she assumed since the entire path was straight, getting back home would be, too. She pushed her hair back, letting the wind take it off of her for a moment before returning it, letting it sway back to its previous position. 

(Y/N) began to blush wickedly, but why? Oh, she remembered something. While her and Sheldon were...skipping class, Sheldon had carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She still wondered why he did that, he never really gave her a clear answer. Which confused her. Even after only a day of knowing him, he seemed like the type of person to...not do that.

Her heart began to race thinking about the small moments they had, and what really hit her was that it was real. Oh how she wished the kiss was real, why did her head do that to her?

As she began to near the house, she came to a halt. She was thinking again. What was she doing? Also what time was it? Eh, whatever. Continuing to walk, she opened the door, and the cold AC made her realize how sweaty she was. Ew. "I should take a shower..." she said, slipping off her shoes and fixing her hair, the sweat from her scalp touching her fingertips. She grimaced, wiping it onto her clothes. Until she thought of something. She didn't have any clothes to change into, and she damn sure wasn't wearing any of Missy's clothes.

Well, Sheldon's clothes it is!