The Boy Who Watched Him Dance

Chapter Five

The two boys grew closer and closer as the days went on. John discovered Sherlock sat alone at lunch, so John took the liberty of sitting with him. Even if it meant he got isolated by the rugby team. "Check out Watson, sitting with the freak!" They would call out. But John really didn't mind. He liked Sherlock a lot, he found him interesting. And he loved listening to Sherlock's deductions about the other students in the cafeteria. It saddened John to discover that Sherlock had been ridiculed his entire life for his extraordinary gift, so he tried his best to let him know how truly amazing it was. He "ooh"ed and "ah"ed at every opportunity and threw in a few "Brilliant!"s where he felt necessary. Even Sherlock began to grow tired of John's incessecant flattery, but he never said anything. He'd rather be annoyed by a few compliments than have John stop talking to him altogether.

One day after watching Sherlock dance himself dizzy (literally), John decided he would take them out to eat. "Oh no, John. You don't have to do that." "You're right. I don't have to, but I am going to. When's the last time you've had a proper meal?" John had noticed the other boy's sparing eating habits in their times havimg lunch together, but this was the first time he had said anything about it. He felt rude, but he was growing more and more concerned and figured now was a good time to bring it up. "What's today? Friday? I ate on... Tuesday." "Christ, Sherlock! That's it we're going to Angelo's now!" John had to all-but-drag Sherlock to the restaurant; but when they got there, Sherlock devoured two entrées and a dessert. "See! I know you needed to eat!" Sherlock looked annoyed, but he was secretly grateful. They wandered the streets of London for about an hour, laughing and talking. And at the end of the night, Sherlock kissed John goodnight. Twice.