Johnlock Oneshots

Chapter 11~ (Teenlock) Books

HEY GUYS!! SO I STARTED GETTING BORED W/ MY SAME OLD SAME OLD SO I DECIDED TO WRITE A TEENLOCK! AT FIRST I WAS VERY RELUCTANT ON THE IDEA BUT NOW I THINK ILL TRY ONE!

Prompt: John is in college and has a part-time job at the campus bookstore. One day a very interesting customer starts coming by, and John cant seem to stop thinking about him.

JOHNS POV

12:29. I bit my lip, tapping my fingers eagerly against the counter. I stared at the clock, willing it to speed up a minute in my mind. 3 weeks ago a man has come by at 12:30 on the dot for 3 weeks. He didnt seem too old. He looked around my age, 19-22. He always mesmerises me with his high cheekbones and his fashionable and mysterious style. He was a gorgeous specimen of a man, and ive been working myself up to ask him out for all of those 3 weeks. It would probably help if I knew his name though. You see he always comes in and browses, never actually renting/buying anything. So I haven't been able to encounter him, but I finally am going to talk to him today. 'Ding'.I snapped back into reality as I watched him walk in. His long coat swished behind him, his scarf snuggly tucked under that gorgeous face. His deep multicolored eyes flicked to and fro around the store. 'Say hello! Say something!' I encouraged myself in my mind. My tongue seemed to stop working and my mouth was dry. I just sighed and leaned against the counter, watching him browse. I couldnt tare my eyes away from his angled face, so delicate yet dark. His curls complimented his features wonderfully, making him almost angelic. "Excuse me"? A voice was calling to me. Confused I snapped out of my daydreaming and focused back into reality. From that beautiful mouth I heard a somewhat arrogant voice call again. "Hello? Can you help me?" It was deep and rich, beautiful. 'Oh god he's actually talking to me'. I shook my head and walked to him. "I-Im sorry. What do you need"? He sighed in annoyance and pointed to a high shelf, pointing a thick book out. "I need that book". I smiled. "Gone with the Wind"? He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes. Is that a problem, John"? My eyebrows drew together in confusion. "How do you know my-"? He rolled his eyes "Name tag". I looked down and saw my name shining on my shirt. I blushed "Oh, right". I quickly got the ladder and climbed. I grabbed the book and looked it over. "I dont have all day". He called up to me, already browsing other books. I was starting to get ticked at his attitude. "What an ass". I grumbled and descended, regretting wanting to ask him out. "What did you say"? He snatched the book, one eyebrow cocked. I glared "I said your an ass. Youve been a prick this entire conversation and all i've done is help you!" I dont care if I got in trouble for this, I dont deserve this treatment, like im less important than him. He stared at me for a while then did the unimaginable. He kissed me. The shock and heat hit me like a freight train. 'Oh I really shouldnt be enjoying this...' I scolded myself, but despite my better judgement, I tentatively my arms up around his neck, deepening the kiss. We both pulled back. He smirked "I like you. Come to the cofee shop next door tomorrow at 11:30". As he turned to leave I touched my lips, shocked. "I-Ive been wanting to ask you out for weeks". I blurted as he reached the door. He winked "Well im so glad you did so. I was starting to get discouraged". With that he left. I quickly went to the window and watched him walk away in blissful shock. I smiled to myself. As I turned to go back to the counter I realized he handt given me his number or name. I turned and saw the book on the floor where we were. I pucked it up and opened it, to which a note dropped out.

The name is Sherlock Holmes.

345-583-1243....

I pocketed the note and couldnt stop thinking about tomorrow...