I stepped out to find Sherlock, making his round of goodbyes. Then I saw a familiar face. My father. Shit.
Sherlock, Troy, Tom and my father all in one room. With me in the distance. It's a recipe for disaster. Something tells me the Brady bunch will have an unforgettable reunion.
"Goodbye-" Sherlock froze, not completing his sentence as he shook my fathers hand. I heard my dad lean in and whisper, "Cat got your tongue?"
Tom came up and slung his arm around me.
"Well, look who we have here." he smiled.
"You did this." I gritted my teeth.
"It was illegal."
"You're an asshole." I said stomping away.
Sherlock went on saying goodbyes uneasily and my father began talking to Tom. They laughed about god knows what and I watched Tom point to me. My face flashed with anger. He's the reason my dad hates Sherlock.
I grabbed Troy away from his conversation and kissed him. Yeah, I Frenched the sh¡t out of him! I pretended he was Sherlock and put all my love into it.
I pulled away, and he gasped for air.
"That was amazing." he breathed.
I looked over at Tom and my father. My dad's jaw almost hit the floor and Tom's mouth was in one straight line his jaw clenched. His body was standing up straight and all his muscles tensed. Gotcha.
I smiled and looked back to Troy, behind him I saw a man with sad eyes, the saddest eyes I've ever seen. So much hurt. I realized that Troy wasn't having a conversation he was saying goodbye, to the great and mighty Sherlock Holmes. I watched as he was on the verge of tears. I pulled away from Troy and starred at Sherlock full-on.
"Goodbye, y/n." he said shakily before making a hasty retreat. He turned just as one tear escaped. He sped walked to the front door wiping his cheek viciously. As if the tear angered him. He slammed the front door. No one spoke. A reunion to remember. This is what I wanted, right? A rememberable time? This was all my fault.
Oh god. What have I done?
