blood is my version of love

when the moon fell in love with the sun

it was a late december evening when sherlock found the strange boy in his spot.

in the children's library in central london, in the far east corner, sat a sandy haired boy reading The Giver for the 7th time. john didn't know why he loved The Giver so much, maybe it was the thought of a world without emotions, everyone was normal; no bad past.

buried in his book, little did john notice the curly haired teen walking up towards him, "your father is a drunk, now get out of my spot." these true words brought john right back to the real world, " this isn't your spot, it's the library's" john made every attempt to hide the hurt from his voice. " blondy, please; you have been sexaully abused since your father came back from war where he was a army doctor who received a shot in his shoulder, which he later made a similar one on you for backtalking. can i have my spot now?" this curly haired boy could plead all he wants, but he can shove it, i don't care how he knows that about me. i did the only thing a true arsehole would do: i ignored him

sherlock's pov

how dare this blond boy take my spot and then ignore me. i won't tolerate this kind of behavior from a oridanry person. i will not have it, " look, either you give me my spot or i'll yell your entire history out for the library"

john's pov

that threat would do it for me, i can't get my dad in trouble; he'll kill me, "fine, you can have your bloody corner, under 1 condition" the curly haired boy sighed, "fine, what is it?" " tell me how you know... please"

sherlock's pov

that... was unexpected. nobody cares how i know, they only care about making sure i don't tell. this startled me, why would he care? " well i can tell you what i deduced, for i don't know. i can deduce your father is a acholic by the thick smell of beer and whiskey on your coat and seeing as your eyes are not bloodshot. i can also deduce that by the way you carefully placed your coat inbetween your legs and yet still have them closed would mean you have been sexaully abuse and your coat symbols it's by a relative. i assume it's your dad because of the reck of colonage. as for the shot, seeing as you flinch when you lean back all the way so your careful to make sure that your left should be in outward instead of against the chair. i deduced that your father has a similar one because i saw hin outside mumbling about his damn son and his love of books." the boy stared, amazed before letting a compliment slip, " brilliant" i blushed furiously.

john's pov

at the curly boy's blush i remebered i needed to give him his spot now. i stood up and motioned for him to sit. i stood for a moment longer and decided to sit down next to him, " i'm john ,by the way, john watson" he looked at me and *almost* excitedaly responded, " holmes, sherlock holmes" i let out a giggle at his james bond reference.

sherlock's pov

it took me a moment to relise that john was simply laughing at how i introduced my self, to distract him from my reappearing blush i spoke, " how old are you?" " 16, you?" "same"

we talked until 12:30am when john said he had to go home. right before he left he turned shook my hand and said 1 thing that would change who i thought i was," your pupils have been dililated since i complimented you last night, that and you speedened pulse lead me to deduce that you fell in love with me" he smirked and left.