50 ways of Johnlock

Way 10: A note in a book

Sherlock is a nineteen year old boy. He is just out of highschool. 3 months until Uni starts. Most guys Sherlock's age would hang out with friends. Go to parties. Find a job. Go to concerts. But Sherlock has a slightly diffrent plan. Lock himself in his room to read books. Do experiments. Maybe sit outside, leaning against a tree, reading a book.

Sherlock usually goes to the library twice a week. Getting 2 books each time. He loves detective stories. Even though they are boring. Sherlock can deduce who has done it within 2 chapters. Sherlock really is a clever guy.

And here he is again. This time looking for a book about blood circulation. And one of the impact of technology on the medical history. He can't find the book he is looking for. So he looks for a librarian. He sees a guy, 21, blonde sandy hair, reading behind the counter. He sighs and walks up to him.

The guy puts his finger in the air. Meaning to say Sherlock has to wait. Sherlock rolls his eyes. Librarians weren't his favorite kind of people. Once the guy looked up Sherlock didn't know what to say. "Well? Did you lose your tongue? What was so urgent that you needed to interupt my reading? If you look for a book, use the bloody computers. If a book is at the wrong place, put it back. If there is gum on a seat, well that's not my fucking problem. What do you want curlypants" The guy said in a sassy way. Sherlock frowns. How could a young man be so sassy and grumpy? "I was looking for a book, I looked on the computers. It's here but no where to be found" Sherlock says.

The guy sighs and closes the book he's reading. "What bloody book did you look for?" He asked. Sherlock looked at the cover of the book the librarian was reading. He sighs. "The one you are reading" Sherlock says and points at the book. The blonde guy let out a annoyed sigh. "I ain"t giving you that book. If you want it come back tomorrow" he says. Sherlock looks at the guy, hoping he is joking. Soon he figures the guy isn't. "Fine" Sherlock growls. The librarian checks out Sherlock's book. "Have fun with it sir, I will see you tomorrow" the guy says in a fake voice with a fake smile. His expression dropping into an annoyed frown before he continues reading. Sherlock just leaves and goes home.

At home Sherlock can't stop thinking about the arrogant guy in the library. And suddenly his mind is just floating. He's staring at the ceiling. Imagining the guy. He suddenly realises the guy was actually pretty handsome. And the way he did was, not that bad. Sherlock deduced all kind of things. Surely he would use them tomorrow. He then remembers the guy's nametag. John. John. Sherlock softly smiles and then falls asleep.

The next day Sherlock picks up the book. The guy wasn't there. So he can't follow his plans. He goes home and reads the book. He can't help but think that the guy touched the exact same pages. Read the exact same words. He sighs. "Stop this Sherlock. What are you doing??" He says to himself. Shaking his head and just continued reading. The next couple of weeks Sherlock went to the library for more books. Seeing John over and over again. Yet Sherlock never spoke his deductions.

A month and 12 books passed. Now Sherlock was in the library. Picking a slightly diffrent book. A romance book. Between two guys. A true story, else he wouldn't read it. He softly blushed as he went to John to check out. John this time wasn't sassy. "It's a good book. You'll like it" he says. Slipping the receipt in the book. With a note. Sherlock didn't notice the note yet. He softly smiled and walked out. Going home and settling in the garden with his book. He opens it and sees the note.

Hey there stranger. Here's my number. Text me if you like. And if you want you can meet me at the park. Tonight between 7 and 9. The large tree by the pond. ~ John Watson. The Grumpy Library dude

Sherlock couldn't believe what he was reading. John wanted to meet? Today? And he gave his number? Sherlock read the note over and over again. He took his phone out and decided to text John. This must be some sort of sick joke.