3 Months Later (1/?)
Oh great. He's wearing that green turtleneck and golden v-neck tee combo again. This isn't the first time he's worn it since that incident with the telescope either. It's been three months and he's worn it nine times. He must know what he's doing to me, otherwise there's no reason for him to keep wearing those shirts. God knows he has a closet full of clothes rivaling Penny's.
And it's not just his clothes that have been worn again and again, the way he acts toward me has changed. We no longer share jokes and he hardly even looks in my direction anymore.
Like right now. He just walked in dressed in that forever-memorable green and gold combo, skipped over my existence, sat in the middle of the couch, and went straight to setting up a double date with Sheldon and Amy. I slump back into the couch, not that anyone really notices. Sheldon just asks his annoying Sheldon questions while Howard practically begs him to join him and Bernadette for dinner. Leonard's in the kitchen doing something that I don't have the will to identify but he's still in the conversation, trying to help Howard coax Sheldon into that double date. No one's aware of my existence at this point and I'm tempted to say something. I'm with Sheldon: they don't need t go on any stupid date that could possibly end with sex for Howard. I shake my head to dissipate those thoughts and tune into the discussion.
"I'll even pay for dinner!" Howard's voice has a whiny edge to it but it's still infuriatingly enticing. Then Sheldon's insistent tone cuts through the slight lull.
"Only if Amy and I can pick the restaurant."
Howard grins. It's nice to see but reminds me that they're no longer directed at me. I slump down even further, folding my arms across my stomach.
"Alright! You two decide and call me later with the details," Howard says. He looks so happy, I think I'm going to get sick.
Sheldon nods and pulls out his phone to call his "friend who is a girl" and Leonard strikes up a conversation with Howard about his plans for his and Bernadette's upcoming six-month anniversary. My jaw clenches involuntarily as Howard describes in great detail his ideas for the ultimate romantic evening. I try to block out his voice but I still manage to catch every excited word he says.
"And I was thinking about renting a room in a nice hotel downtown within walking distance of this romantic Italian place."
Leonard says something but it sounds like a distant buzz as I attempt to stop the acid in my throat from going any further.
"I bought some 'special' underwear for the occasion too. I hope she likes strawberry."
I can taste vomit now. With a rushed, barely audible "Excuse me", I hurry from the apartment, intending to get to my car and just go home. But I only make it to the lobby before my stomach heaves. I almost don't make it to the garbage can before my recently eaten lunch comes up. The sensation and smell bring burning tears to my eyes as I hold onto the edge of the garbage can for dear life. A few dry heaves later and I'm trying to stand up straight, wiping my mouth on my jacket sleeve, Howard's voice still in my head.
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