Sheldon Cooper [Sweet Boy]

You were a 15-year-old girl, influenced by your parents and family. You'd always been a Christian, going to church, praying, and always wearing long, decent dresses (except for sleeping). Everyone called you "Crystal" or simply "Crystal," even though that wasn't your name. They only called you that because you were so sensitive and delicate, which bothered you, and you asked them to stop, but it was no use. One day, a boy came to the church, forced by his mother. You learned a few things about him: his name was Sheldon Cooper, he was sixteen, and they said he leaned towards agnosticism or atheism. But you didn't take it personally and continued going to church as usual for the next few days. During that time, you noticed that Sheldon's eyes were drawn to your pretty face every minute in church. You felt uncomfortable but also flattered. It turned out he liked you; your friends had told you in secret. Then he started trying to win you over with bouquets of flowers, sweets, inviting you for coffee, or having picnics for the two of you, calling you by your real name or "Princess," "Lady," "Beautiful." You kept telling him that you only saw him as a friend or companion every time he confessed his love and recited poems. You didn't want to deny that he was an attractive and sweet boy, and romantic to boot. You were practically dying of love every time you saw him, but unfortunately, your parents wouldn't let you have a boyfriend, much less one who wasn't religious. But he didn't give up; your resistance only spurred him on to try to win you over more and more each day… Just tonight, he was shouting from downstairs toward your bedroom window, pleading and yelling, "Let me be your boyfriend! "