His Best Friend (sherlolly)

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I had never expected that. I'd never expected him to admit to liking some aspect of me. Normally, I would have molded myself to be someone he would want to be with, but when has that ever worked out? If I wanted Sherlock to love me, he was loving me. Otherwise, what's the point? I'd been hanging out at 221B more often. It was safer there, and both Sherlock and John were enjoyable to talk to. I spent so much time admiring Sherlock from afar, that I never even bothered to really get to know him. I still had multiple walls to get through, but so did he. And, once if heard from his mouth that he thinks we're alike, i'm determined to be his friend.

I sat in Johns chair across from Sherlock, who was playing the violin. When he finished his piece, I clapped a few times, and we both laughed.

"So," I looked up at him.

"When did you start playing?"

He took a second to digest my question, and then was off.

"I first took interest at the age of 5." His deep voice spoke in a flat tone. I called it his 'deduction' tone.

"I learned everything I could about them. The history, songs and such. On my 7th Christmas I got my first one. This is my third." He looked up at me.

"You play?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh, um, no. I'm more of a piano gal." I laughed. He grunted in response.

I jumped at the sound of Johns hands clapping together.

"So" he caught both of our attention

"Dinner and then the movie, or...?"

I looked to Sherlock, who slightly nodded his head.

"Sounds great!" I smiled. Me and John had originally planned on just us hanging out as friends, which we never do anymore, until Sherlock insisted that he come along, incase we ran into Moriarty. We all knew that Moriarty wouldn't strike in a public place. Personally, I think Sherlock just wanted to come along, but him being, well, him, he couldn't let people know he wanted to do something other than be a pretentious know-it-all.

I was ready to go, a white shirt with flowers all over it, light jeans, and navy blue flats and a matching blazer. I felt so cute in this outfit. Sherlock was wearing his usual suit, and John had on a cream sweater. The boys put on their coats, and we were ready to go.

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We arrived at Tommy T's at around 6. We had about an hour to eat, and an hour to walk to the cinema, our movie started at 8.

Sherlock held the door open for me and John. I thanked him and he nodded politely. He's been so nice lately. We all walked into the small restaurant, and stood at the front waiting to be seated. A few minutes later a pretty, young girl with long black hair came up to us.

"Hello, my name is Janine, I'll be your server tonight." She smiled at us.

"Table or booth?" she asked, looking up at John, who looked back at me.

"Booth alright?" I turned around, asking Sherlock, who nodded his head.

"Booth." I told her. She nodded her head at me.

"Right this way." she smiled and led us to a small booth. I sat on the inside of one side. I didn't want to have to choose between them. Apparently, neither did they, because they both sat next to each other. I laughed at John being squished up against the side by Sherlocks due to his obliviousness of other people.

I ordered a water and a club sandwich, that me and John were splitting. Sherlock ordered Pinot Noir wine, and a small bowl of noodles. I hope he's paying for himself.

We talked about boring things. Mostly about work and upcoming events. They were mostly asking me questions, but during a lull in our conversation, I seized the opportunity.

"So, Sherlock" I asked looking up at him through my lashes.

"Hmm?" he responded

"Had any...interesting cases?" I interlocked my fingers and rested my head on them. He chuckled to himself, his deep voice rumbling from his throat.

"Are you sure this appropriate dinner talk?" He asked me, raising both of his eyebrows to mock sass. I nodded my head and laughed to myself.

"Oh, I'm sure we would all like to hear what you have to say." I mimicked his expression.

"Well," he looked down at me.

"Excuse me!" I heard Janine's high pitched voice ring out. We all looked at her. She had her hands full with all of our plates, setting then down one by one, and then handing out our drinks.

"Thank you" Sherlock looked up at her.

"My pleasure." She winked at him. Me and John looked at each other with wide eyes, embarrassed for the poor girl. When she was far enough away me and John burst out laughing. Sherlock looked like a lost puppy, eyes switching back and forth between the two of us, trying to figure out what was so funny.

"What?" he asked. We just continued to laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asked again. I wiped a tear from my eye.

"Did you not just see that? She winked at you!" We laughed again. He rolled his eyes.

"Well, practically everyone in this room wants me..." He looked at me, and my face reddened. I knew he knew that I liked him, but I never expected him to point it out! both me and John calmed down after that.

We ate our food slowly, enjoying every bite. We laughed some more, but mostly had boring grownup conversations. Janine visited our table two more times after that, occasionally putting her hand on Sherlocks shoulder. Man, I wanted to punch her.

We paid for our food, left a tip of £5, and left heading off to the movies. As we were walking down the street, we both heard Sherlocks deep laugh.

"Hey guys," we turned to look at him.

"I got her number." He said, pulling out a crinkled receipt. All of us, including Sherlock, burst out laughing.

A/N

KIND OF SHORT BUT EEEE MOLLY AND SHERLOCK FLIRTING AND I COULDN'T HELP SLIPPING JANINE IN THERE! ALSO, 'JOHNNY T'S' IS NOT A REAL PLACE AS FAR AS IM AWARE OF. THANKS FOR READING XOXO

~Ruby