Young Georgie - I Have Nice Hair

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3rd Person POV

At the entrance of a Pasadena apartment building, Sheldon lay sprawled across the floor—clearly drunk out of his mind. Penny stood over him, staring in disbelief, already dreading the climb up to the fourth floor.

The damn elevator had been broken since the day she moved in.

"Sheldon!" Penny called out, shaking him rather forcefully. She was already exhausted from dragging him all the way here, especially after his so-called friends had bailed on him.

It was her fault, apparently, so they didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Still, Penny couldn't just leave him there. Her boss wouldn't allow it.

She'd already caused enough of a scene with Sheldon's drunken behavior, and her boss wasn't about to let him stay there any longer.

"Sheldon!" she called again, louder this time. "Come on, cowboy! I can't carry you up four flights of stairs!"

Finally, Sheldon opened his eyes.

"Penny!" he slurred, blinking at her. "What are you doing in my room?" Then, grinning, he added, "Oh... you wanna have some fun with me, don't ya?"

Penny blinked, speechless. "Here? Not really. Get up so I can take you to your room."

Sheldon glanced around. "Oh yeah... this isn't my room," he muttered, then struggled to stand. "Alright! Let's go to my room!"

His legs wobbled, still unsteady from the alcohol clouding his brain. With a deep sigh, Penny moved to help him, slinging his arm around her shoulders.

"Am I like this when I'm drunk?" she muttered to herself.

Step by step, they slowly climbed the stairs, Sheldon groaning and babbling as they went.

"I saw my mom smoking in the car once," he said suddenly. "She told me never to tell my dad. Made me promise—no telling Dad, or anyone else!"

Then he turned to Penny again. "You know, I never did see that space shuttle launch in 1989. Funny story, actually."

Penny didn't say anything. She just gave him a flat look.

"Well, Alright! I'll tell you anyway," Sheldon went on. "We were staying at a motel—me, my dad, and my brother. The plan was to rest for the night, then head to Cape Canaveral in the morning. But that night... my brother met a guy. A junkie."

At that, Penny paused, now actually intrigued. They had reached the second floor along babbling of sheldon's.

"The guy offered my brother cocaine. So my brother beat the crap out of him." Sheldon chuckled. "The funny part is—every time my brother hit him—bam! bam! bam!—the guy kept getting up and swinging back, blood already pouring out of his mouth. You should've seen my brother's face—he was the one who exhausted!"

If he were sober, he'd probably say something like, 'Such barbarism!' or 'They looked like monkeys fighting over a banana!'

But now? He just laughed. Penny, however, was more disturbed than amused.

"Then what?" she asked, raising a brow. "What did you do?"

Sheldon's face shifted to something closer to irritation. "I am only nine, so I woke up my dad. He came out of the room with a gun!."

That made Penny's eyes widen.

"He told the junkie to get lost and never come back. What kind of junkie doesn't even carry a weapon for self-defense?" Sheldon added with a scoff. "Anyway, we never saw the rocket launch." he muttered bitterly.

"Because you didn't want the junkie to come back and retaliate?" Penny guessed.

"No," Sheldon said flatly. "Because it rained the next morning."

"..."

Penny just stared at him. That anticlimactic ending wasn't what she expected. She'd assumed the junkie returned with backup or something.

"You're really something else!" she muttered, dragging him up the next step.

"I know, right?" Sheldon replied cheerfully, oblivious to the sarcasm. "If it weren't for me, my brother might've lost the fight!"

Penny rolled her eyes. "Alright, hero, I need to sleep. I've got an audition tomorrow afternoon, and I need to wake up early for it."

Sheldon stopped for a moment and looked at her seriously. "Why are you so determined to become an actress? It's not as glamorous as you think."

Penny knew he was drunk and speaking more freely than usual.

"You'll lose time with your family, your friends. You'll have to fake kindness to awful people in that world." Sheldon continued.

"It's my dream." Penny said softly, helping him take another step.

They had reached the third floor when Sheldon stopped again and looked deep into her eyes.

"If I got you a role… what would you give me in return?"

Penny froze, startled by his question and the seriousness in his expression. She couldn't tell if this was a test or if he was actually capable of doing it.

"See?" Sheldon said before she could respond. "That's the kind of situation you'll face. If you don't have the skills… you'll need to be skilled in bed." His words hit her like a bucket of ice water.

Penny clenched her fists, tempted to punch him.

She refused to be that kind of woman. She wanted to prove herself through her talent—not through anything dirty or degrading.

Sheldon didn't wait for a response. He just kept talking as they walked.

"You need connections. You need people with influence. You need luck—even though I don't believe in it. If you don't have the talent, you need a hell lot of luck."

Penny knew he was telling the truth. She'd heard 'whispers' about how Hollywood worked. But she always tried to stay positive, believing her skills would carry her to stardom.

"Without it, you're not even on their radar," Sheldon added. "My brother always said he'd never let Missy enter that world unless he could personally supervise her. And I quote: 'I'm not letting Missy go near Hollywood without me watching her like a hawk.'"

"..I have talent.." Penny mumbled, refusing to let his words crush her spirit.

Sheldon heard it. "Oh yeah? Then why are you living in a tiny apartment with a dead-end waitressing job?"

Penny stopped, shoving him away from her. "What do you even know about me?! I try, okay?! I've taken acting lessons, gone for every role I can find—even stupid ones, like Friend C or those dumb 'Ape Killer' movies!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her voice cracked.

Sheldon looked at her, stunned by her sudden outburst.

"Penny…" he said, stepping closer.

But Penny cut him off, eyes burning with determination. "If you can get me a role… I'll sleep with you."

Sheldon froze, even in his drunken state. He understood exactly what she had said.

Silently, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen, scrolling through his contacts.

Penny watched him, uncertain. Had she gone too far? Did he really mean it?.

With Sheldon?!.

"Hello... Brother…" Sheldon said into the phone.

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3rd POV

Somewhere in Los Angeles, the City of Angels.

Georgie stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a luxury hotel suite, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling city lights stretching far beyond the horizon.

Behind him, a half-naked woman lounged on the sofa, clad in nothing but a pair of panties and one of Georgie's oversized shirts. Her bored expression was reflected in the dim glow of the muted television.

She exhaled a deep sigh and switched off the screen before shifting her gaze to Georgie.

He stood there, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. That alone was enough to make her admire his physique—sculpted as if God Himself had carved it with divine precision.

Slowly, she rose from the couch and padded toward him with feline grace.

"Bored?" Georgie's deep, lazy drawl broke the silence.

"Yeah," she murmured, not stopping her approach.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her face against his back with a tenderness that suggested something more than mere desire.

Georgie clasped her hands where they rested at his waist. "Do you want to do something?"

"Hmm… Nothing exciting comes to mind," she mused, tip toe, resting her chin against his shoulder. "But tomorrow, I want to go shopping with you."

Georgie turned his head slightly, offering her a side glance. "You know that's not gonna happen, right?" he said, returning his gaze to the city.

From the 20th floor, downtown Los Angeles glittered like a sea of stars.

She pouted but didn't push it. "Alright. I think I'll just go to bed, then…" She pulled away, flashing him a slow, teasing smile. "Are you coming? No one's watching us in the bedroom, right?"

Georgie smirked, finally turning to face her. "Of course. Why would I say no to that invitation?"

She giggled, tiptoeing toward the bedroom.

Just as he was about to follow, his phone buzzed on the table.

He glanced at the screen, sighing in mild annoyance at the interruption. "I better find a surprise waiting in that bedroom!" he called after her.

"Don't keep me waiting too long, alright?" she tossed back playfully. "...Or I'll have to punish you."

Georgie stopped mid-reach for his phone, his gaze locking onto her silhouette in the doorway.

"Oh, sugar," he murmured, his voice lower now, a different kind of smile curving his lips. "You do realize I'm the one who's going to punish you, right?"

His tone sent a shiver down her spine. Not from fear—well, maybe a little—but mostly from anticipation.

She got his message loud and clear.

Only then did Georgie pick up the phone. The caller ID showed his baby brother. Odd, considering how late it was.

"Sheldon," Georgie answered, his voice softer now. "What are you doing up past your bedtime?"

As Sheldon rambled, Georgie arched an eyebrow. "Are you drunk? Well, well, well… I don't believe it. Or are you just in the middle of having the time of your life?"

He chuckled as Sheldon snapped back, clearly irritated by the teasing.

"Alright, alright... What do you need, Doctor?..." Georgie drawled sarcastically, though his tone remained warm.

He listened for a moment, then smirked.

"Ohh, so I'm supposed to help… your girl?..." He grinned, knowing full well Sheldon couldn't see it.

A beat passed.

"Ahh, I see. Your neighbor…"

Georgie let the words hang in the air before exhaling thoughtfully.

"…And what exactly do I get in return for this favor?" he asked, this time with a more serious edge to his voice.

Silence. Even Sheldon seemed to sober up at the weight of the question before he snapped back.

Then Georgie laughed. "..Yeah, you're right. I don't play that kind of game when it comes to family… I'll see what I can do…"

The conversation continued for a bit, Georgie checking in on his little brother and how he ended up drinking in the first place.

"Nice!.. Enjoy your life, little brother. Do whatever makes you happy. I trust you…" he said with an affectionate chuckle before ending the call.

Setting his phone down, Georgie turned—and there she was.

The blonde was now in a police costume, complete with toy handcuffs.

"Are you done, Mister?" she teased, tipping her cap. "Did you call your lawyer first? Because I need to interrogate you before punishing you."

Georgie shook his head in amusement. "Oh boy…"

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3rd POV

Sheldon ended the call and turned toward Penny. "It's done. Someone will contact your agent in the morning." he said plainly.

His brief conversation with Georgie had cleared his head somewhat, and he resumed his walk toward his apartment.

"Show them what you've got. Don't embarrass me and my brother." he added.

Penny said nothing, simply watching his retreating figure. She knew Hollywood wasn't all sunshine and dreams—becoming a star wasn't as easy as some people believed.

But she also knew Sheldon was genuinely trying to help her.

And that… that was really sweet.

She broke into a jog to catch up with him, walking up beside him without a word.

The silence stretched between them, awkward in a way that made Penny shift uncomfortably.

Sheldon, however, seemed unbothered. He was only focused on one thing—getting to bed. As Georgie had pointed out, he was way past his scheduled sleep time.

"Where are my keys…" he muttered, digging into his pockets.

Penny hesitated, then—almost without thinking—blurted out, "...Do you want to sleep at my apartment?"

The second the words left her mouth, she flushed, realizing how it sounded.

Sheldon barely spared her a glance. "No need," he replied flatly. "I require a full eight hours of sleep. My schedule is already ruined because of this… madness. Ah, here they are."

He pulled out his keys, dismissing her offer with a casual wave of his hand.

Penny blinked, momentarily speechless. But weirdly… it was kind of sweet.

"Goodnight, Sheldon." she said, offering him a small, cute smile.

"Goodnight, Penny." he responded, not even looking as he entered his apartment.

Penny lingered for a moment before heading to her own place, gratitude swelling in her chest.

Sheldon had given her a real chance.

And now, the pressure was on—she had to prove she was worth it. 'ahh! what the hell!' Penny grumble before turning her body and looking at apartment 4A.