The Book Keeper ~ BookStore AU ~ Johnlock

Chapter 3

WARNING: Slight cussing in this one. Nothing you lot can't handle, though. ;)

A/N:

Sup!

TUF, talking to you from my bed!

So tomorrow is Valentines day... *sigh.

Im my own Valentine. I have tomorrow (Friday) off, so WRITING YAY *confetti*

So my best friend (also the girl I have a crush on) was coming over tomorrow but idk why she hasn't come over every time I brought it up.

Maybe she is scared since I told her I was mainly un-attracted to men. SIGH. but idk. She was gonna help me with this chapter but she ain't here so... SO THIS CHAPTER WOULDA COME OUT TWO DAYS AGO BUT SURPRISE MY LAPTOP IS DUMB AND SHUTS DOWN AND IT DELETES THE CHAP AND IM LIKE SCREW THAT AND DIDNT UPDATE SOOOORRYYYY

okay well kawaii chapter more involved feelings fluff yay

NOW LES GO

*lights dim* *curtains open dramatically*

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Sherlock walked down the wet sidewalk nearing the cozy bookstore.

He got closer and opened the glass door, the white sign stating, 'OPEN', bouncing joyously while the bell above rang out an annoying tune.

He walked in and took a look around, noting nobody was there to help.

He scoffed slightly and trotted up to the counter waiting for the slow attendee to approach him, to find a book. He enjoyed the book he had been most recently recommended by the clerk, John, and possibley there was another he could find.

Although, his chances of seeing John again were slim, and he knew that. Most likely he didn't work here as often and other people worked in replacement, like any other business.

Sherlock tapped his foot impatiently waiting.

"I'm getting rather bored!" Sherlock stated rudely. He earned a slight rusteling from behind a red curtain at the front of the store, which could only be the closement to the display case, in responce, following by a sudden voice.

"Oh! I''m sorry- be a moment!" the male voice stated.

A light in Sherlocks head blinked to life, recodnizing the voice instantly.

That was the voice that confused him. Well, more the man it belonged to. John thought he was brilliant- the first person to ever say that. John made his heart flutter and made him queasy. John made him feel human, which Sherlock didn't know how to feel about that.

On one hand, Sherlock liked the feeling, after being ridicueled his whole life by everyone and being labeled an emotionless machine. made him feel... normal. But on the other hand he disliked the feeling because it made him weak and volnreble.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it, so he felt nothing at all.

The short man stepped down form the curtained area and over to the counter.

"Sorry! I didn't hear the bell ring as I was-" he glaced over to the area with struned hearts about hanging from the ceiling from strings and little books on pedistals. "Busy... of sorts."

He looked up at Sherlock, making eye contact. Once he noticed who it was he smiled. "Ah- Sherlock. I see we're back for another round, eh?" 

"Indeed."

"Well, what do you want to buy?"

John mentally facepalmed. Wow. Smooth going, John. Yeah yeah- he doesn't want to buy a book even though this is a bloody bookstore- no no, not at all! He wants to go on a fucking scarf shopping spree! Oh yeeah...!

John must've been making a face because Sherlock noticed.

"Would you happen to have any scarves on sale?" Sherlock asked, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

John rolled his eyes breathlessly chuckling. "And you're certian you're not a mind reader, eh?"

"I've checked."

"Whatever you say, Gypsy." John joked.

"Ah- yes. Of course. Any magic glass-balls lying around too?"

This made John burst out laughing.

"No, haven't gotten the shipment in yet." he said in between snorts and laughs.

Sherlock smied full-heartedly and he too started laughing.

Sherlock as hoenstly surprised that John was the only person working here. There John went again- Making Sherlock feel a new emotion.

"But getting more to the point... would you happen to have a completely blank book...?" Sherlock asked.

John slowed down on his giggles and contimplated this.

"Hm- yeah. One second..." He went over to a hidden shelf back behind the counter and pulled out a blue journal with eight square panels and a slight crease in the middle making it look like doors.

He walked back up and handed it to Sherlock.

"Eh? A blonde woman with extremely curly hair gave it to me. Said it was too much trouble coaing to her- a journal... I mever understood. It looks lovely to me... But oh well, what can you do I suppose. Possibly a family thing...?"

"Hm. Yes. Possibly..." SHerlock stared at it and absent mindedly started for his wallet.

"Nah. It's okay, Sherlock. It's on me." Sherlock looked up at John, but got a sweet John-like smile in exchange.

"Thanks. I suppose I will see you later, John." Sherlock smiled.

"You too, Sher." John smiled back, this time leaving the wink. 

And with a pink of his cheeks, Sherlock left the store with the blue book, thinking about that one action he had been left with by the sweet and cute book keeper.

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Hope you enjoyed! Did you pick up on that slight hint? EHEHHEHEHEHEHHEH

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