Every City Needs a Kitty Like Me!

When I saw him through the window of my taxi, he was nothing special. Grafitti Tshirt, Camouflage shorts, flip flops. He was regular. I like regular, but not that much. I guess he was kinda cute to me at first, but not enough to really hold my attention.

Then he got into the taxi.

Immediately I start smiling. Because he smells like laundry detergent. A really nice one, a kind that makes your nose so happy that you can't help but breathe in and grin. And his voice was nice too, as he told our taxi driver he was going to the University Campus, some as me. I started to feel that feeling I usualy do when I get these ten minute crushes; my breath catches a few times and I start to mentally check how cute I made myself tody. Unfortunatly today was a bad hair day, and I had on my Default, Wear Only When Laundry Day is Nigh Tshirt. My jeans are not my cute ones, just the regular school ones. I sigh and wish I had anticipated this.

A song came on on the radio and we both started singing low so we don't disturb anybody else in the taxi. And I know now that I'm in love. It's my favourie song of the moment and he knows every word. I look over at him and he looks back, a smirk on his face, like he just realised I was singing too. But it doesn't seem to be  day-altering phenomenon for him as it was to me. 

When we reached the university gate, I hop out of the taxi. I look back, and he's already walking down a different path than I am. I sigh. My romance is over.  

Title: Rock and Roll
Author: happy_overdose
Summary: Penny and Sheldon may be in different places, but their minds are very certainly with each other.
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. I'm supposed to be doing research. But whatev.


 

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