All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Five

Chapter 5 

John's POV

The four of us sat around the dinner table, avoiding each others gaze. Sherlock was smirking, I was blushing, Greg was looking around, and Mycroft's tongue was in his cheek, obviously trying not to make any snide remarks. 

I felt Sherlock's leg rub against my own, and I coughed in surprise. Greg and Mycroft both looked at me, but Sherlock kept his face in an emotionless mask, making me look like a daft git. Next, Sherlock moved his hand down, still eating with his other hand. I choked on my food and began spluttering. They all watched as the roast chicken I had been eating remained in the back of my throat, blocking of my respiration. The Holmes' were supposed to be geniuses, why were they just watching me die? I banged my fists on the table as my face turned blue, and finally Sherlock realized. 

"Oh, shit!" Sherlock said, removing his hand from my thigh, getting off of his seat, coming up behind me, giving me the Heimlich maneuver. 

I coughed up the chicken, and Mycroft looked rather disgusted, and Greg looked worried. "I think I should go," I said feebly, "But thanks for dinner, it was lovely."

Greg got up to give me a lift back to school, but Sherlock gently pushed him back into his seat, and escorted me out the door himself. We went into the garage and got into a flash black car, and Sherlock then backed out, and began driving me back to Baskerville. 

"I'm sorry I ruined that," I said, looking at Sherlock. 

Sherlock chuckled and a small smile played at his lips. "I'm sorry for causing you to choke."

I laughed and leaned my head back against the head rest. "That was so awkward, I'm kind of glad I choked to be honest."

Sherlock laughed, and looked in the rear-view mirror. I sighed. "You're breaking the law by dropping me off."

"Yes, well, I couldn't allow you to go without getting to kiss you one more time."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "You're such a sap."

"You're such an angel."

We laughed about that together and continued chatting away until Sherlock pulled up outside the grand gates of Baskerville Boarding School. Sherlock was still talking to me, but stopped when he saw me staring at his lips. 

I dragged my gaze up to meet his eyes, and he stared at me intently, his galaxy-like eyes seemingly piercing into my soul. "How about that kiss then?" I murmured.

Sherlock smirked and leaned in slowly, our eyes closing, our lips locking. It was dark outside, and I was glad to be able to kiss my boyfriend in peace. Sherlock's hands cupped my face, and my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to me in order to deepen our kiss. 

Sherlock's tongue roamed my mouth, and I smiled into the kiss. A tap on the window made us pull away, and I turned to see a teacher peering in through the window. Luckily they wouldn't have seen anything since the windows were tinted. I opened the door to face the teacher. 

"Mr. Watson, what're you doing out so late?" The teacher, Mr. Quinn asked me, an angry look on his face. 

"Sorry, Mr. Quinn, John was just having dinner with Mycroft and I. We didn't intend to keep him for so long," Sherlock cut in. 

Mr. Quinn sighed, knowing he couldn't argue with the deputy headmasters younger brother, and Sherlock had an undeniable charm that he used a lot on people. "Alright. Not too much longer out here though, Mr. Watson."

"Of course, sir."

Mr Quinn nodded and then continued to check the area as  a necessary precaution. I closed the door again and looked at Sherlock, who was smirking at me. "What?"

"You think you could've handled that yourself. You wouldn't of though, because you would stammer."

"Would not!" I protested.

"Would too!"

I poked my tongue out at Sherlock, and he took that opportunity to snog me again. Once I managed to gain enough self control to regretfully pull away, I smiled at Sherlock. "Bye."

 I hopped out of the car and closed the door. "Tease!" I heard Sherlock shout. I turned and saw him looking at me, having rolled down his window to say that. I blew him a kiss and he winked at me, before driving off. 

I grinned from ear to ear. I wished he was still at Baskerville, but I liked this side of him; he was more of a bad boy. I did a twirl and skipped back to my dorm room, feeling flamboyant but not caring at all. 

Charlie was sitting on his bed and looked up when I came in. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Hey," I replied, plonking onto my bed. 

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"Huh?"

"With Janine interrupting us like that," Charlie said, running a hand through his black curls. 

Oh. I had completely forgotten about that. "Oh, no, it's fine. No need to apologize."

"I broke up with her, by the way."

"Oh really? Why?"

"It wasn't really working. I dunno, I guess I'm just confused."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, not actually wanting to know the answer. 

Charlie shook his head and smiled at me sadly. "No, it's fine. You wouldn't understand."

I smiled at him. "Well, okay. I'm going to go to sleep now. Good night." I knew he wanted me to press on, but instead  I climbed into bed fully clothed and rolled over so my back was facing him. I felt like shit. I knew what he meant, but I didn't want to hear about it. I didn't want him to vocalize his feelings towards me. I had Sherlock, shouldn't that be enough? Why did I feel like it wasn't?

I could feel Charlie's gaze on me, but I snuggled deeper into my comforter, and continued to pretend to be asleep. I was in love with Sherlock. I loved him more than air. He was my everything, and I couldn't imagine life without him. When I was with him, nothing else mattered, but when I got back and saw Charlie there, reading on his bed, to look up and smile at me, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his perfect white teeth showing, it made my heart melt. He was so kind and warm, and he was my equal. He wouldn't always correct me like Sherlock would, and even though Sherlock didn't mean to do it, I always felt stupid around him, but with Charlie, he wouldn't correct me. He allowed me to have an opinion without dismissing it. Was it possible to be in love with someone and like another? 

Charlie wasn't the only one who was confused. I only hoped things would sort themselves out, but only time would tell.