A Distracting Thought

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Helloooo everyone! This is my fastest update on anything like ever 0_0

If you would like to thank someone for that reason, thank the_flying_ostrich because she's the reason I got off my lazy ass and wrote it .-.

Anyways, here's the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it :3

The door slammed shut, shaking the frame. John didn't even bother to hide his anger. His face was frozen in a scowl, his teeth clenching and he was muttering curses under his breath.

Sherlock stopped his song on the violin that had been rudely interrupted. He turned away from the window from which he had been enjoying the view and raised an eyebrow. John stood in the doorway taking off his jacket and shoes. However that wasn't the interesting part.

John was soaked.

From head to toe, water was dripping from every crevice. His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead and the sweater he had changed into earlier for his date was hanging limply on his frame. The casual pair of blue jeans was clinging to his legs and John was now emptying his boots of water.

"I can see the date went well." Sherlock remarked, seemingly uninterested.

John gave an angry sigh. All that time teaching Sherlock the use of sarcasm was coming back to nip him in the ass. "Now is not the time for your sarcastic comments, Sherlock."

The dark haired man placed his violin down before moving to his usual seat on the sofa. "Really? I thought the timing was rather nice."

After John had finished removing the majority of water from his shoes, he took a seat across from his partner in crime.

Sherlock moved to sit upright with his head resting on his closed fists. He moved the two pointer fingers from their restraints and looked over to John. "Let me guess you--"

"Can we not play this game right now?" John intervened, hiding his face with his hands.

"Oh but John," Sherlock smirked, "The game never stops. Not really. Now as I was saying, due to the amount of water, you must've fallen into something. I know you told me that you were meeting your date at a mall so I'm going to assume that you feel into an artificial pond."

John cringed and Sherlock smiled. So far, so right.

"Now I'm going to make the assumption that something was distracting you at the moment and that was why you didn't see the fountain as you toppled into it."

John looked away and a slight blush was starting to creep up his neck. Sherlock continued.

"Due to the increase in blood to the face and the fact that you can't seem to make eye contact, I can deduce you are embarassed." Sherlock stood up and paced the floor. "Now normally one would think that the reason you are embarssed is because you fell into the pond, however you've done far less intelligent things for that to have invoked a blush."

"Hey!" John yelled, but Sherlock ignore him.

"The only reasonable explanation of why you are embarassed about this relies in the reason that you were distracted." The curly haired man stooped down until he was making eye contact with John. "Now tell me."

Their faces were inches away, Sherlock's multicolored eyes boring into Johns blue ones.

John suddenly stood up. "That is none of your concern." He commented before marching towards his room, probably going to change clothes. Sherlock smiled.

He'd already found the answer.

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