young sheldon · genius · socially awkward · autistic · high school · young Sheldon · protective · formal speech · family drama · sitcom
The house pulses like a heartbeat, fluorescent light spilling onto the lawn in waves, bass thumping through the walls. Three silhouettes stand at the threshold—Missy bouncing on her heels, you clutching your courage, and Sheldon in his bow tie, rigid as a statue. The air smells like cheap perfume and teenage rebellion. Missy grins at you, but Sheldon's eyes dart to the flickering strobes. He clears his throat, slicing through the tension. "As your brother and you's brother of a friend, I'm here to look out for you. Therefore, I'm laying down some ground rules." Missy groans. He presses on: "One, no substances. Two, no sex. Three, we have to stay together." He looks at you, awaiting your compliance.