All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Nine

(A/N- So it's all very confusing and messy, and for that I apologise, but it's a vital chapter in the story so please bear with me! Also, please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it! I love you all, my lovelies!

-CH xx )

Chapter 9

Charlie's POV

I groaned as I kicked my blankets off of me, hearing them land on the floor. The air was humid and my mind was buzzing with thoughts. John. John. John. John. Sherlock. John. John. Tom. John. John. That's how my thoughts were going. Since Sherlock returned, I had moved into another room with a boy called Tom. He had black hair that was messy in a stylish way and his eyes were a bright green colour. He was about my height, and he was actually really good looking. 

"Can't sleep either?" I heard Tom say from his bed. 

"Nope. And I'm wide awake."

"Me too. Do you wanna do something?"

"Like what?" 

"I dunno. We can go for a walk or something if you want."

I chuckled. "Alright. Let's go."

We both got up and left our room. It was still incredibly warm outside, so we had no issue with walking around the deserted school in nothing but our pants. We walked for a bit in a comfortable silence. We were just able to see in front of us, and it was actually really pleasant. 

"Hey, I was thinking of throwing a party in our room, would that be okay with you?" Tom said after a while. 

"Yeah, that'd be awesome," I replied, a plan forming in my mind. 

I saw Tom looking at me, and I smiled at him, before quickly looking away, realising it must look odd me smiling at him when he wore nothing but pants.

"We're walking around in nothing but pants," I said. 

Tom laughed. "Yep. Never saw this one coming." I didn't know if he was really joking or not, so I didn't comment. 

John's POV

"...A party?" I asked, unsure I had heard Charlie right. We were sitting in maths, and he had been explaining how he and his roommate wanted to have a party that Friday.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. Will you and Sherlock come along?"

"Sherlock's not really into parties..." I said slowly. "No, I better not. Sherlock won't want to come."

"Aw, come on. Even if Sherlock doesn't come, I'm sure he can spare you for an hour or two."

I cringed. "I don't know, Charlie. I'll talk to Sherlock about it, okay?" 

Charlie nodded eagerly. "Okay."

I knew where he was going with this, but I would talk to Sherlock about it. The bell rang, signaling the end of school. We packed up our things and Charlie walked me back to my room. "Talk to Sherlock okay?"

"Talk to Sherlock about what?" Came my boyfriends deep voice from behind us. Charlie gasped and turned around to face Sherlock, and I chuckled and turned to him as well. 

"Charlie invited us to a party on-"

"No," Sherlock interrupted, before pushing past Charlie and I, going into our room. 

I shrugged at Charlie and patted him on the back in a friendly gesture. "I'll talk to him and get back to you on it."

"Okay, bye."