Sheldon
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Positivo Sheldo."
"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely sure?"
"Positivo, positivo, positivo."
Sheldon hesitated for a moment, before the rat scurried off into a nearby garbage pile.
He groaned, then stood and leant against the wall of the alleyway.
The animals had actually seen Taylor... doing... that thing that he didn't even want to think about.
He shook his head, then began to head back home. He could hear clatters in the kitchen before he even got to the front door.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw his foster Aunt drying dishes as his mother was washing up.
"Good evening Sheldon," she nodded curtly.
"What's she doing here?" Sheldon scowled.
"Now listen here..." his Aunt pointed a wooden spoon at him.
"Let it go," his mother said softly.
She turned to him.
"She's going to be staying here for a couple of weeks. Just until we get back on our feet..."
"We don't need any help," Sheldon practically sneered, before walking through to his bedroom.
His mother sighed.
He threw his things into a corner, then collapsed down onto his bed before hearing the door slam.
"What's up Sheldie?" came a voice from the window sill.
He looked over and saw a mouse sitting there.
"Nothing Redge, don't worry," he sighed, turning back to the roof.
It's nothing."