if she drives you to work you are not independent

Try to bully me, new boss? This will be your shortest job ever.

Back in the day, I worked as an independent IT consultant, and was hired on along with another independent to subcontract on a team for a major consulting house, we’ll call it CH. Everyone else on the team was a CH employee. The two of us were not supposed to tell the client that we weren’t part of CH, but the client figured it out pretty fast, because we independents were doing most of the work while CH’s code monkeys were busy filling out spreadsheets all day and going on team-building exercises. But I digress.

The project ran past its initial deadline, and my contract expired. I stayed on a week-to-week basis, as a professional courtesy to get the project finished, because I liked the client if not the team. Unfortunately the CH project manager was booked somewhere else for his next gig, and they brought in a new guy to replace him. Let’s call him David Stress.

David flew in on a Monday morning to get the project handed off to him, and immediately started pissing on everything to mark his territory. He was derogatory and belittling to the team, and liked to raise his voice. I was working in my office (well, actually a closet with folding tables that I shared with three other team members) and didn’t hear what he was saying out in the main room, but I could sure hear his tone. Then he burst in to the “office” and demanded, “How are we doing [specific payroll-related conversion task]?” I said, “We’re using [program X].” He waved his hand dismissively and scoffed. “That’s stupid. [Program X] won’t work for this. You need to do something else.” The other indie was in the room at the time, and she saw me coming up out of my chair; she told me later she thought I was going to deck him. I knew he was full of shit because I WROTE PROGRAM X. It was custom code for this project, and he had no way of knowing what it would or wouldn’t do. He was just trying to bully me and be the alpha dog.

I did not deck him. Instead, I went to the client’s payroll manager, with whom I’d been working closely for months, and who was driving the client side of the project. I laid it on the line. I said, “Look, I know you know I don’t work for CH. I’m here on an independent contract. That contract is up, and I’ve been working here week-to-week just to get you guys through.” She told me she was aware of this. “Okay. This new guy, David Stress, is a bully and a blowhard, and I won’t work with him. I have no contract at this point, and with him running the project I won’t be back next week. I’m not asking you to do anything specific about it; I’m just letting you know as a courtesy so you can plan to transition my work to someone else.” She sat back in her chair, thought a moment, and said, “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

Two hours later, David Stress was removed from his new position. The payroll manager, faced with losing the one technical guy on the team who actually knew what was going on with a very complicated payroll system, called CH and said “We don’t want this new guy, take him away.” CH rearranged some things to keep the original project manager with the project.

The funniest part of the whole thing was that CH had scheduled a “welcome” dinner for David at a posh steakhouse that evening. Rather than create the further embarrassment of cancelling the dinner, they actually went ahead with it, as a “farewell” dinner for David, who had been on the project for less than one day. It was fun to watch him try to put on a brave face for that.

(Yes, I did stay with the project to the end after that, and yes, they went live successfully.)

Sisterly Love, LMM/Reader

Prompt: I told my family I was in a relationship/fake boyfriend + Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 1391 (WOW, so long!)

Author’s Note: The longest fic I’ve written so far! I honestly love writing for Lin so much, it’s so easy because he’s literally the love of my life???

Warnings: Like one curse word? Responsible drinking (don’t drink and drive, kids).

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You had been independent your whole life - an occasional date here or there, maybe a relationship once in a blue moon. This led to a lot of nagging from your family, especially your older sister. She was lucky enough to find her girlfriend - now fiance - freshman year of high school.

This led her to believe it was her duty to set you up with your soulmate. You allowed her a few blind dates, but moved to New York when a job opportunity arose.

You were very grateful for the work and for the escape. That didn’t stop her from sending texts or calling you about a ‘special someone’.

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anonymous asked:

#15

#15. “You do know that I can always call your mom, right?”

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keep sending from the prompt list and talk to this poor thing. I’m bored and I missed interacting with you guys.


Harry sneezed in the tissue paper wiping his sticky and puffy nose red from the cold he caught early that day. He was out for a drink with nick and his few friends when all dared Harry to take his sweater out and be shirtless for half an hour in the cold-freezing wind of London. Harry being Harry accepted the dare and now here he was suffering from fever, cold and vomiting.

He’s been to bathroom almost 10 times since morning and he hasn’t eaten since he woke up. He drank only a glass of warm tea that too he vomited out minutes later. His forehead sticky and eyes puffy and drowsy. He was cuddled to your chest with his cheeks resting upon your breasts. He always liked the idea of using them as his personal pillows. He always complimented you how soft and full they were and not sexually but in a way that showed how much he adored you.

“baby eat something” you cooed rubbing back of his head and received an incoherent mumble. You lifted your hand and rested his on his forehead to check his forehead. His temperature was dropping down a bit probably because of the antibiotics he took after drinking the tea. Though his fever was calming down, his body was weak. Due to continuous vomits his body was lacking glucose and energy that he needed to gain back.

“honey.’ you said softly sitting up straight. Stirring due to your sudden movements, harry moved and lifted your tee up that covering your tummy and laid his head on your now, bared skin. He pressed his cheek against the cold skin of yours, the cool sensation made him feel a bit better as he put your hand in his hair, telling you to massage his scalp. 

“H….”

“Hmm?”

“eat now baby. Please? Your body needs food and energy to bear your strong meds or else you’ll keep dehydrating.” you said scratching his scalp and running your fingers through his hair. A soft, satisfied moan left his mouth with your touch.

“no” he responded nuzzling further in your tummy.

“You do know that I can always call your mom, right?” you said and he peeked at you with one eye. His face scrunched up as he whined against your stomach. 

You smiled to self knowing that the trick worked. He always feared his mother and she was the last person whom he wanted to know that he was sick. She’d always get worried sick and drive immediately to London. Though she was a strong and independent lady, Harry always hesitated of her driving alone, scared something bad would happen.

“okayyyy” he groaned sitting up and opening his mouth as you picked the bowl of soup and fed him a spoonful of chicken soup.

anonymous asked:

she doesn't have any talent she's just an anorexic average model why is she even inspiring you because she's stick thin and is breaking her back to fake an ass . Just tell me a few reason why she inspires you. She's as fake as every single instagram model. i bet you wont reply to this because there isnt a single reason to create an fanpage its sad that you waste you're time on her

I wasn’t going to reply to this because I dont like wasting my time trying to justify myself / prove myself to people like this but since you challenged me I guess I have to reply now lol.

- Motivation
- She motivates me to work out, push myself, and take care of myself. It’s not about being stick thin, she’s incredibly fit and takes pride in that. I know I will never have her body type and I’m fine with that, but making health and fitness a priority is something Alexis inspires me to do. (She’s recovered from her eating disorder)

- Her Work Ethic
- She’s been working since she was very young, she’s struggled, she’s done a lot of it alone and yet she has never given up and has continued to push herself. Everyday she wakes up and works towards her dreams.. she’s accomplishing so much and I’m so proud of her.. her attitude and drive is definitely something I look up to

- Confidence
- She’s proud of who she is, she’s comfortable in her skin. She’s had the confidence to share herself with millions of people. There’s nothing wrong with loving yourself, she’s showed me that it’s possible to be proud of who you are and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of

- Independence
- After leaving a toxic, abusive relationship she’s definitely blossomed into a strong independent women. She reminds me that you can stand strong on your own and your happiness should come from within, not reliant on someone else. You are more than enough as you are and you don’t need a significant other to prove your worth. She reminds me to value myself enough to not settle, and that no one is worth being treated poorly

- Being Vulnerable
- She’s opened up about her personal struggles. The loss of her mother, her toxic ex, her eating disorder. She’s the perfect example that it’s ok to be honest, so many people feel like they need to present a perfect image about themselves and their life.. Alexis used to do that.. she made everyone think she had it all- the body, the boyfriend, the crazy amazing life.. but now she’s being real. She’s showed us it’s powerful to be vulnerable, to share your struggles and the lessons you’ve learned. It’s ok not to be ok, and that there’s nothing wrong with expressing what’s really going on

- Strength
- Throughout everything she’s gone through she’s still been strong. I currently have someone very close to me who is extremely unwell, knowing that although Alexis lost her mom, the fact she has still managed to build an amazing life and career for herself gives me hope. She’s basically done it all on her own.. she wasn’t born into this, she’s not a reality tv star.. she’s a 20 year old girl, who started at he bottom and worked her ass off through everything else to get to where she is

And hmm she has no talent, ok then. She’s also a skilled ballet dancer, a designer and company owner (ren active) she has her own makeup line collaboration. She’s been signed to various agencies, worked with tons of successful brands, been on the cover of maxim… she’s successful, she’s worked hard and been smart enough to brand herself and make something of herself… oh plus she’s a bad ass skater and has recently gotten into the acting world so 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 and you know what’s sad? How you took the time out of your day to hate on someone you don’t even know. No one is forcing you to look at this Tumblr, so why are you? If you think someone running a page about someone they look up to is sad well… take your lame, bitter bs somewhere else :)

Queen - Dimon

This was inspired by a request I got but it’s just something the flew out of me.  It’s 2700 words long. 

She would squeal. She would truly squeal or squeak or start jumping up and down as he opened the little red box in front of her expectant eyes. Two more Cartier Love bracelets laid there with their keys, ready to find their way around her wrist, next to the other two he had given her too. She just smiled at him as he proudly gave her another unnecessary expensive gift because she wasn’t about to let him think it really did anything to her, nor that it gave their relationship a new kind of commitment or anything like that.

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Blind Date - Ch.2

Synopsis: Saga was blinded in a freak accident at Stark Industries and ever since, Tony Stark and the Avengers have been helping her. Well, they think they’ve been helping, actually they’ve been holding her back, refusing to let her learnt to be self-sufficient.

Loki finds himself imprisoned in Stark Tower but when the Avengers have to leave, Loki finds a way around their security and encounters the blind doctor. He quickly finds himself intrigued by her and unlike her friends, he doesn’t go out of his way to “help” her perform simple tasks.

Both misfits in their own way, they quickly form a strong but needless to say, the Avengers don’t take kindly to the budding  friendship.

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AN: Unbeta’d so please forgive any mistakes

Chapter Two

The following day Loki still saw no reason to announce himself too her, so he entered her lab as quietly as he could and sat down a few feet away to watch her. She cocked her head as he entered but she didn’t speak, so he assumed he had got away with it.

She was running her finger over a blank page. The sunlight on her brown hair made it shine and he wondered how she managed to style it, not to mention, how she applied makeup.

“So if the Monren variable is 5, then using a polymer between ultra-thin layers of the alloy might be both stronger and more shoch absorbent than a solid sheet. Jeeves, email Michelle Weston, CC Stark Industries Contracts Department… and Acquisitions. If this stuff is as good as the paper suggests, Tony might want to buy the patient. Email subject, your polymer. Body, Hi Michelle, I’ve been reading an article on your new discovery and would like permission to experiment with it on a non-commercial application but with the possibility of commercial applications in the future…”

He tuned the rest of her speech out, except for how she sighed off. Her name was Saga. Saga Lang.

He’s been friends with an Aesir girl named Saga in his youth.

Once her message was finished, she made her way to the kitchen at the rear and as she passed him, he got a good look at her eyes. They looked normal, not cloudy or white or damaged. He followed her to the kitchen area and watched as she filled the smaller mug with water, then she threw it over him!

He gasped and spluttered, shocked to find himself doused in cold water, while she laughed, pleased with herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She had warned him, and he has underestimated her.

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The Superlative Chemistry 10

“Amy! I just don’t understand why you had to bow to societal pressure this way.” Sheldon moans to Amy as he squirms in his orange plastic chair.

“Sheldon, it is part of growing up! I’m not bowing to anyone. I still don’t understand why you don’t want to do this too.” Amy sighs. She had told him he didn’t have to come with her but he had insisted.

“Why do I need to drive?” He asks her.

“I don’t know? To get to school, work, to have a feeling of independence?” Amy says annoyed.

“School bus, public transport, my mother? ” He says ticking off his prefered modes of transportation on his fingers.” I have plenty of independence without flying around in a death trap.”

“Remember when we wanted to go to that lecture at Rice University but no one would drive us? Now I could drive us.” Amy says and he looks like he is considering it. “Then if you learned to drive…”

“Not going to happen!” He says crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“I still don’t understand why you are so against this.” Amy says wishing they would just call her name so she could get this over with.

“You want to know?” He asks looking at her and raising his eyebrows.

“You know I do.” Amy says curious as to what could turn him so against driving. It was more than just not wanting to learn it bordered on fear. Of course Amy had come to learn that Sheldon had a lot of little fears. Birds, barnyard animals, germs, people touching his food, touching anyone besides herself and select members of his family. It would be nice to know the root cause of at least one of his fears.

“Fine I will tell you! It was July 15th 1990. I was ten years old and my father just told me I was not going to be allowed to advance early. My mother wanted me to be able to graduate and go to college but my father the stubborn old goat wouldn’t hear of it. This caused some friction between them and they were fighting like cats and dogs.” He paused like he is gathering his thoughts. He closes his eyes like he is remembering something particularly painful.

“One night after a particularly loud bout of fighting that left me crying in the corner. My father forced me in his truck and proceeded to drive me all over East Texas. All while consuming KMart’s cheapest bottle of bourbon. Ranting about how all his problems were my fault. That my intelligence was a curse on him and our family. That I was a freak and he didn’t know he got landed with me as a son.”

“Sheldon! Thats horrible! You know that’s not true.”

“I know… I was not a nice man sometimes but the story gets worse. He got so drunk that he had to pull over. Instead of sleeping it off on the side of road he forced me to drive us home.”

“How would he expect a ten year old child to drive a car home?” Amy asks taking his hand and he squeezes it tightly.

“If you’re so freaking smart Shelly you can figure out how to drive this car and get us home.” Sheldon says in a deep southern growl imitating his father’s voice.

“God, You must of been so frightened.” Amy says stroking his hand with her thumb. He bows his head and nods.

“I was terrified, I could barely see over the wheel while operating the pedals. I was going like twenty miles an hour but it felt like one hundred. All these cars were speeding by me and honking their horns. I thought for sure I was either going to crash the truck or get crashed into. I got us home but I vowed that from that point on I would never operate a motor vehicle again.”

“Sheldon…” Amy says speechless at his revelation. He had been through so much in his life. He battled so many inner demons and phobias. In fact watching him had helped her decided on what she wanted to study when she got to college. Amy wanted to go into neuroscience and study the brain and how it worked. Amy had watched as he struggled through his obsessive compulsive disorder. Not being able to do simple things unless he had established a pattern first. She had listened while described his synthesia and it fascinated her. Sheldon’s mind was beautiful and she wanted to fully understand how it worked.

“I know… That was seven years ago… I should just get over it… That’s what everyone tells me.” He says not looking at her.

“I wasn’t going to say that.” Amy tells him and he looks up at her. “I was going to tell you I understand. That if you don’t want to learn to drive it is fine and I will be here to take you wherever you need to go.” She tells him smiling and he looks at her with those deep blue eyes. Still even after months of dating he could make her heart stop and her stomach flip with just a look. Amy is about to lean in and kiss him on his soft mouth that is pouted out of worry, when her name is called.

“Amy Farrah Fowler your turn with the driver is up.” The stern woman calls from the desk. Amy pops up nervously smoothing her skirt down.

“Wish me luck.” She tells Sheldon and he shakes his head.

“I don’t believe in luck. I hope you complete your drivers test and earn good marks. Also that one of the…” But Amy stops him.

“I don’t need another death in vehicle calculation Sheldon!” She hisses stomping off to take her driving test. They had been through every fiery car death scenario and its likelihood several times.

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As against Amy getting her driver’s license he had been Sheldon had to admit it had its advantages. Even though he would never admit it to his mother he prefered Amy’s driving over hers. Amy obeyed all traffic laws and kept her eyes on the road and her hands at ten and two. Mary however liked to turn around and talk to them as she drove. Sometimes she even drove with her knees as she applied makeup or lit a clandestine cigarette.

As an early graduation gift Amy had been gifted the money for a car from one of her childless aunts. With the money she bought a late model volvo that her mother approved of. Sheldon liked Amy having her own car. Amy did not mind driving two towns over to go to the good comic book store. Something his mother would dismiss as tomfoolery and insist he shop at the poorly stocked local store. As long as he chipped in for gas Amy was happy to drive him wherever he wanted to go within reason and her mother ok’d it.Today he had a request that she might veto. This journey would require lying to her mother, driving out of state, and sleeping there overnight. The three things that her mother strictly forbade when Amy got her license and car.

In two weeks during their spring break there was a Star Trek convention in Jackson Mississippi. The drive would take six hours, he knew because two years ago he had made the journey by bus. Six hours on a smelly crowded bus wearing his Spock costume to meet his idol Wil Wheaton. Six hours on a bus only to find out that Wil had canceled to do Hollywood Squares. This had rocketed Wil Wheaton to the top of his list of arch nemesis. Above even the likes of Billy Sparks his childhood tormentor.

Wil was slated to be at the convention again this year. This time Sheldon would give Mr. Wheaton a piece of his mind. Let him know it was not nice to cancel plans when someone takes a six hour bus ride to see them. He had been practicing how to ask Amy for a couple days and he thought he finally had an offer she couldn’t refuse.

All day he was nervous with the prospect of asking her for such a large favor. So nervous that he had avoided seeing her when normally he sought her out. When he finally met her to walk with her to her car so she can take them to their Thursday study date she was worried.

“You did’ t met me after third period like you normally do.” She asks him as they walk.

“Must of slipped my mind.” He says and she looks at him skeptically.

“Nothing ever slips your mind Sheldon.” She says and he slumps his shoulders. Amy knows him too well for him to hide anything.

“Okay, you caught me… There is something I have been wanting to ask you. I know it is cutting it kind of close. That there is not as much time to plan as you would like. Also it might be awkward given you will have to drive us…” He begins and Amy hugs him and looks at him like she just won the lottery.

“Yes! Of course I will go Sheldon!” She says hugging him.

“Great! I never thought you would be so excited about the Trekcon in Jackson Mississippi!” He says excited patting her back.

“Wait… The what in where?” She asks.

“The Trekcon! You will have to drive us there. It is about a six hour drive from here.”

“Trekcon? What is that?” She asks letting him go.

“Only the best Star Trek convention in the South East! I thought you knew? What were you talking about?” He asks as her face crumples.

“Nothing… It doesn’t matter. Come on let’s go.” She says getting into the driver’s seat of the car. Sheldon gets into the passenger seat but is undeterred.

“Amy you are clearly disappointed. What did you think I was talking about?” He asks buckling up and she looks at him and chews her lip.

“Prom Sheldon… I thought you were asking me to prom.” Amy admits backing out of the parking space.

‘Prom? Why on earth would I ask you to go to prom? You know how I feel about forced frivolity and dancing. We both think that such social constructs are unnecessary and demeaning.”

“Yeah… Sure… So tell me about this Star Wars.” Sheldon cuts his eyes at her and she quickly corrects herself. “Star Trek… Thingie…”

“As I said it is in Jackson Mississippi and some of the brightest stars of the franchise are coming to panels to speak about the show. I know it is a bit of a drive and your mother might have questions. So…” He says excited as they pull into his driveway Amy cuts the car off. “That is why I have prepared this.” He says handing Amy a sheet of thick creamy paper.

“You have been invited to try out for the South Jackson Junior Symphony as their harpist.” Amy reads and looks over at a Sheldon who clearly expects her to be impressed.

“The perfect excuse to be in Jackson overnight! Your mother will never object to something to do with your perceived musical career. Then when you she asks you what happened you just tell her you botched your audition.

“You don’t think I really could play harp in the symphony?” Amy asks and he rolls his eyes.

“Amy it is not real that is the point!” He says exasperated.

“So what happens at one of these?” She asks handing him back the paper.

“So glad you asked! All of the biggest fans of the franchise gather sell and trade merchandise…”

“Sounds so much better than dressing up and dancing with your boyfriend in front of the entire school.” Amy says sarcastically but Sheldon misses her tone.

“Oh! But you do get to dress up! I will be dressed as Mr. Spock and you will be dressed as Nurse Chapel. As far as dancing goes I don’t think there is much at one of these events. At least none that I have gone too.”

“You know what Sheldon? I am pretty tired I think I am just going to head home.” Amy says starting the car back up.

“But it is Thursday. We always study together in Thursday’s.” He says stubbornly.

“Today I have a headache.” Amy tells him and he gets out of the car. Amy pulls out as soon as he us out if the car leaving him confused and worried. Sheldon can not shake the feeling that he has done something to really bother his girlfriend.

As much as he tries to carry on like normal. The absence of Amy is weighing in his mind to much to get any work done. Finally he does something he hates doing. He goes to his sister’s room to ask her advice. When he walks in her room she is laying in her bed with her feet in the air. Letting the baby blue polish in her toenails dry,

“What’s up Shelly?” She asks tilting her head back and waving her feet in the air.

“I need some advice. It seems that I have upset Amy.” He Says.

“You say a lot of dumb things so that’s not surprising.” Missy says.

“As surprising as finding you with your legs in the air.” Sheldon scoffs not liking being called dumb. He really does not even know what it means. But he has heard his brother insult her with it before and it was vaugly sexual in tone.

“Goodbye Sheldon.” Missy says pointing to the door.

“I’m sorry that was rude, I don’t even know why you would have your legs in the air. Please I need your advice.” He pleads.

“Well why do you think she’s upset?” Missy asks.

“She drove me home but did not want to come inside. She said she had a headache.”

“Maybe she really had a headache Sheldon.” Missy says.

“I would say that too but she seemed fine before. I guess it is possible she is experiencing her lady time. But that is usually not due for another week if my calculations are correct.”

“Before what” Missy asks a little grossed out that her brother knows about his girlfriend’s period. She wonders if they are having sex and that’s how he is aware.

“Before I asked her to drive us to the Trekcon in Jackson Mississippi. At first she thought that I was asking her to prom…” Sheldon says rolling his eyes at the word prom. Nope definitely not having sex Missy thinks.

“Hold up, here we go… What did you say when she thought that you were asking her to prom?” Missy asks sitting up.

“That I wasn’t, I mean to expect for me to take her to something as ridiculous as prom is unreasonable. “ he says and Missy sighs.

“Sheldon for someone so smart, you sure are dumb sometimes.” Missy laughs.

“Excuse me? I am not dumb!” He says starting to get really angry.

“Think of it this way Shelly. You think it is unreasonable for Amy to want you to take her to a dance in a nice hotel. Where she gets to dress up…”

“Amy will get to dress up at Trekcon! As Nurse Chapel, and on my dime might I add.” He says haughtily and Missy just stares at him.

“We are going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Missy says rolling her eyes. “Amy wants to put on a pretty dress, see you in a cute tux and dance with you in front of the whole school. You think that is a crazy idea. However you don’t think asking her to drive you four hours…”

“More like six hours, if we make great time.” Sheldon interrupts.

“Six hours away, across two state lines, to a thingy for a show she might not even like. Most likely asking her to break one or more of her mother’s many rules. Do you know that Amy had never been fully grounded until she met you? Now it seems you do something to get her on restriction like every other week. Yet she never makes you do anything.” Missy says eying him hard and Sheldon nods his head. “You get it?”

“Yes… So maybe if I take her to something she likes while we are there it will even things out?” He muses. “There is a nice public library there.”

“Sheldon what did mama say when you asked her to drive you to that thing a couple years back?”

“That if I wanted to go bad enough I could park my behind on a bus seat and get there myself.” Sheldon recalls.

“I suggest you do the same thing again.” Missy says turning her attention back to her nails.

“I hate the bus! I was trapped on that smelly sweltering bus for six hours only to find out my former idol Wil Wheaton would not be there. I am not about to waste my time on a journey like that again.”

“Then don’t go to the silly thing.” Missy tells him.

“Silly thing! I am going to try and ignore that comment.” He scoffs. “If I don’t go how will I exact my revenge on Wil Wheaton?”

“Shelly the man is not your enemy! He is just a dude who played a dude on a stupid television show. Get over it! move on, spend your time worrying about really real things. Like the girl who actually agrees to be your girlfriend. Even though no one understands why.” Missy says standing up and putting her hands on her hips.

“Amy loves me that’s why!” He says hotly.

“Times like this make me wonder how.” Missy tells him.

“You have been no help. I don’t know why I even bothered asking you!” Sheldon yells stomping out of her room and going into his and slamming the door. He his so mad he is seeing red as he lies on his bed. Woman were completely unreasonable creatures that was certain.

All he was asking was for one small favor and it is the end of the world. He stares at the ceiling his arms crossed trying to calm down. He rolls to his side and he catches sight of a polaroid picture propped against his lamp.

It is of him and Amy taken by Missy while they were unaware during the celebration for his and Missy’s birthday. Missy had gotten the camera as a present and was taking photos of everyone and everything. When she would hand the photographs subject their picture they would shake it in an attempt to make it develop faster. In the photo Amy is whispering a joke about the futility of the practice in his ear. In the picture his eyes are closed and he is laughing, his hand clutching Amy’s tightly. He didn’t need a photograph to remind him of the day, yet it did not stop him from loving the picture.Sheldon can remember everything about that day, down to how her warm breath felt in his ear, and how she always smelled like soap and cookies. How even though he hated celebrating his birthday it hadn’t been so bad with her there.

Nothing was as difficult to endure as long as she was by his side. That is really why he wanted her to come with him to the convention. Because even if Wil were not to show again. Even if the trip was a complete fiasco Amy would find the fun in it. When his mother had taken him to Houston to get him tested. When his little quirks started taking over his life. The psychiatrist had told him to find a focal point to use to calm down. An image that would bring him back when things started to overwhelm him. That’s what Amy was, his focal point she kept him centered.

Sheldon sighs and goes to grab the phone in the hallway. He had to call her and make sure they were okay. He hated thinking of Amy being angry with him. Amy picks up the phone on the first ring and he is relieved. When she sounds like she is feeling better.

“Sheldon I am sorry I left so suddenly.” She starts to explain but he interrupts her.

“No I am sorry, I shouldn’t of sprang such a large request on you. It was rude of me to expect you to do something like that for me.”

“I was actually just about to call you about it.” Amy says pausing. “I think we should do it. It might fun and it’s not like I had any other plans for spring break.”

“Oh Amy! Thank you! It will be fun, you’ll see. I promise you won’t regret doing this for me.” He says and he can almost feel her smile over the phone,.

“My mother just walked in so I will talk to you later. Maybe I can come over tomorrow and we can start planning our trip?” She whispers.

“Excellent, I will see you then.” He says as she disconnects and he practically skips to his bedroom in excitement. Wondering what he can do to repay her for this trip.