A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

Going on a trip

"Are we there yet?" John asked for the hundredth time.
"No." Sherlock answered for the hundredth time.

John pouted like a child and sighed loudly.
"When will we be there?" John whined, he hated waiting.
"Soon enough."
"Fiiinnnneee."

HOURS LATER

"John..." He heard Sherlock whisper, nudging him with his pinky finger, almost knocking John over.

"What?! AH!" He shouted, sitting up and looking around frantically, again bumping into Sherlocks nose.
"Ow."
"Clumsy." He heard Sherlock mutter, accompanied by a small chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Where are we?" John gasped, looking around.
"An airport."
"Airport...." John whispered, looking at all the flashing lights and the frantically moving people.
"Why are we here?" John asked, remembering that Airports were for traveling in planes.
"I'm taking you somewhere." Sherlock said in a matter-of-fact tone.
John rolled his eyes, sighing.
"Where are we going?"

Sherlock smirked and looked at John before looking out the window.

"Paris."