Sheldon watches you from his kitchen window, watching you talk to some other neighborhood kid. He doesn’t understand. What is this boy doing with my- he stops his thoughts from wandering.

He gulps, unsure of what this strange feeling was. When he asked his dad about his interests in you— when Sheldon first liked you, his dad said it was love. Sheldon is too busy for love, but it comes to you? Not.. as much.

He also knows this that his dad told him: you’re not supposed to be acting all cute around whoever the boy you’re talking to is. Sheldon doesn’t like this one bit.

He met at you at school. Your eyes reminded him of solar nebulas, everything about you always left him thinking why you were making him feel this way. He’s still trying to figure it out.

Sheldon continues watching you, wondering if he should go outside or not.