Nothing Like Love and Everything Like a Phoenix

Chapter Nine

Sherlock was over the whole day, even when John's dad came home only to slam his way through the house, despite John insisting that he leave at that point. During Sherlock's time there, two things became crystal clear in John's head:

One, he liked having Sherlock around and wanted him around more.

Two, Sherlock liked being around John too.

He mulled it over for most of Sunday morning.

He liked having Sherlock around.

He liked being the one to make Sherlock both mad and happy. He liked laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He liked being able to just talk, without worrying about what Sherlock was gonna say, since Sherlock said odd things himself. He liked being asked questions and feeling like there was a reason he was being asked those questions. God, he just really liked Sherlock.

On Monday he didn't even wait for Sherlock to find him. He scanned the crowd for him the moment he was able to, completely overlooking Molly, who made up for it by hitting him on the shoulder with a book.

"So, you were with Sherlock all weekend?"

John rolled his eyes, turning them to Molly instead of the crowd, "Not the whole weekend. Just Friday."

"You didn't answer my call."

"You called?" John looked over his shoulder.

Molly hit him again, this time with her hand, "Yes, I called. You worried me. You were supposed to keep me updated remember?"

John sighed and looked back to Molly, "Sorry."

Molly pursed her lips, as if deciding whether or not she was mad. After a moment she shook her head.

"As long as you didn't get yourself killed I'll live."

John smiled.

"So, what did you two do?" Molly asked, walking towards the front of the school.

"Just went to a drive-in." John answered, following her.

"Really? Was it weird going with a guy when all those couples were around?"

No. We were one of them.

John chuckled a bit, "At first, yeah, but I didn't really notice after a while."

He didn't know when it became so easy to lie to Molly. Sure, it's not like they made a blood pact, but they were each other's only friends. They told each other everything just because they had no one else to tell.

Maybe it was because John didn't have to tell her everything now. In fact, it seemed more productive to tell Sherlock everything. Maybe John should feel bad about that.