No Left Brain - Sherlock AU

8 - Conflictions and Confessions

I finally pulled this story off the cliff. It's not hanging there anymore. I'm not funny. Alright. I'm tired and wanted to introduce some more characters, so lets do that then :P

Yes I know there's no point waiting to reveal who Seb is dating but I did anyways

John's P.O.V

"I wish... I wish we were more than that."

My heart felt like it had been ripped in half. My amazing, perfect, beautiful best friend had just admitted to wanting to be with me.

And I knew I couldn't tell the truth.

I couldn't tell him I liked him. No. That I loved him. I had to lie. My... my parents are so homophobic. If I told him how I felt, then I'd want to be with him even more. But we couldn't be together. My dad would kill me.

"Sher- I..."

"I'm sorry..."

"No. No, it's not your fault." I wrapped him in my arms out of impulse and let him cry into my chest. "You shouldn't blame yourself for your feelings..." I rested my chin on his head and let him cry even more.

I felt like a terrible person. A terrible friend.

"I know you're straight and I know that this probably makes you uncomfortable but I-"

I silenced him by hugging him tighter.

"We'll figure it out together. It doesn't make me uncomfy, you can't control your feelings. I don't blame you."

"O-okay..."

We would get through this. We... we had to.

Seb's P.O.V

I woke up late on Saturday morning with a bitch of a headache. I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the harsh morning light. After a few minutes of trying my best to wake up, I rose from my bed and trudged over to my wardrobe to grab some somewhat suitable clothes. It was a big day for me. It was my 9-month anniversary with my boyfriend, and I wanted to do something special for him.

I rummaged through my shitty clothes to find something that he'd like. I grabbed a dark green and black striped t-shirt, skinny black jeans, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket. I put on a few rings and went into my bathroom.

I don't have a dormmate anymore, because he graduated last year. No one else is game enough to room with me, and my boyfriend said that he'd move in with me when we've been together for a year. I agreed.

I went through the cupboard in my bathroom and took out my toiletries bag. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and washed and moisturized my face.

I took my makeup out and put on some black eyeshadow and eyeliner. I ruffled up my hair a bit and looked into the mirror. I almost looked good. I had just redyed my hair a few days before, so the green tips stood out against the blonde more than usual. I put in my snake bites and adjusted my earrings. I straightened my jacket and flattened out my shirt. I bent down and cuffed my jeans. I untied and retied my laces and began pacing around my bathroom. I put on deodorant and sprayed some cologne around my neck. It was a cologne my boyfriend had given me for my birthday last month.

I was finally ready to leave my dorm. I grabbed my satchel – that had a present in it for my boyfriend – and nervously exited my dorm. I walked across campus to his dorm, texting him on the way to make sure he would still be there and would be awake.

Kitten

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