See right through me - Johnlock

See right through me - Teenlock - Part 8

Chapter 10

See right through me - Teenlock

Part 8

(John's P.O.V)

My heart fluttered as I saw the screen of my phone light up. I leaned over my small bedside table to see who had texted me at this time of night.

The number was new and I didn't know who on earth would text me this late.

It was 11:45pm. I had been up for a while. I was restless. I guess I was just sorta bothered by those creepy things that James said to me in English.

I opend the message and my heart stopped. Sherlock!

Hello John, it's Sherlock. I'm sorry for ignoring you. Can we still be friends?

-SH

I smiled and replied almost instantly.

Of course! Any leads on your case?

It was in some way nice to know that Sherlock had gone through the bother to get my number. I supose that means I am important to him right?

The screen lit up again.

Our case John, our case.

-SH

I smiled even wider and gave an excited little squirm. Did Sherlock perhaps like me back?

Any leads on our case?

-JW

I'm not sure why he put his initials at the end but I found it cute so I did it too.

Moriaty, James Moriaty. Know him?

-SH

I blinked a few times in amazment. Was he serious? He thinks James did it? A kid from our school? Well, it didn't suprise me when I thought it over a few times. He was a total phycopath who always made trouble.

Yeah, I'm gonna call you.

-JW

I closed messages and opened up contacts, finding Sherlocks number and calling him.

"Hi!" He answered cheerily.

"Hey, right, you said James Moriaty correct?"

"Correct."

"Sherlock, I think he is after me." I heard my voice break slightly as I said Sherlocks name. There was no responce for a few seconds.

"I wont let him John. Never in a million years..." I felt a tear run down my cheek. Whether it was a tear of joy or fear I'm not sure.

"Thank you." My responce was almost a whisper.

"Now!" Sherlock snapped back to his normal, straight to the point self once more. "Why would he come after you?"

"He said that you're, um..." I felt a lump form in my throat. "uh...good looking...and uh...he told me to share or he would kill me..." I swallowed hard after I had finished my sentence. That was harder to say than I had first thought. Even though I couldn't see him I still blushed.

"Well, tell him that sharing is not an option." Stunned I fell short of breath. I moved the phone away from my ear and took a deep breath.

"I will."

"Good." I heard him clear his throat after he had spoken. I chuckled quietly to myslef. Was this a decleration of affection? I didn't have to be Sherlock to work this one out.

"Yes, well, I will see you on Monday." I attempted to finish our conversation while all was good.

"Um well you see, I was wondering if you would like to come over to mine tommorow. Y'know, for the English assignment." It was obvious he was nervouse.

"Sure! I'll meet you by the corner shop. Sound good?"

"Y-yeah, great." He mummbled.

"Bye!"

"Bye." Then I hung up.

I was going to Sherlock's house! Eeek!

Did I actally just do that? I was worse than a teenage girl sonetimes.