MORE THAN FREAKING 100 VIEWS HOLY CRAP. It doesn't sound like a lot to you guys but this is beautiful news for me.It makes me feel good to know that you guys actually read and like my fanfiction :O. SO HERE IS THE CHAPTER 10 I HAVE BEEN PUTTING OFF BECAUSE HEY THERE MY NAME IS ADRIANNE AND FEMDESTIEL! Should I make a calender, like two chapters for each fanfiction a week, Johnlock Mondays and Fridays and Destiel Saturdays and Thursdays for sure, more if I feel like it. Yeah that sounds nice. Most of this chapter is me kinda getting some feelings out. I write from experience so yeah. Anyway, on with the chapter:
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The next day, Sherlock smiles at me, just looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room. I try to keep up with the smiles, but at the same time teachers don't necessarily enjoy students exchanging loving looks all class period. After school, he stands next to me, making me feel small.
"Hello John." he clears his throat and holds his hands behind his back.
"Sherlock." I nod
"Now you're my, boyfriend, I must ask you a rather personal question."
"Yes?"
"I have never... dated anyone. How does it work. Do you just walk around with the title or do we go on dates or-"
"Sherlock, you are over thinking it. Just act as comfortable as you want to be. If you want to hold hands and stuff, that's fine. If you want to just talk, that's fine. Just let me now. I don't know how to act around you if I don't know whether you are okay with it or not."
He gives a halfhearted laugh, "Experiment, John. I don't know if I'm comfortable or not. I have, again never done this before."
So I smile, and slip my hand in his, "How about this?"
"That's, good." he holds my hand back, and we walk past the snickering boys. I can just feel being so close to Sherlock, so alive. I don't care if they think we are weird, or not natural. We are in love. And love should never tamed. If it is, then that's some bullshit love. I am with Sherlock. Sherlock and I. Sherlock and John. I smile, and lean into his shoulder. He looks down at me in surprise, but then his glance softens and he gains comfort again. We are walking no where, just walking, turning random corners. As it gets dark, we turn in mental agreement back, to our homes. I say goodbye to him, and he kisses me softly on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow."
"You too."
Laying down in my bed that night. I think of Anderson. I think of Moriarty, and that damned Adler prancing along the hallways laughing at our love. And all their cruel laughs. The name calling, that decapitated head Moriarty drew. Then the picture morphs into Sherlock's head, like that is what will happen when all this is over. Sherlock will be broken. Sherlock. No, Sherlock is strong. He is loving and shows weakness to only those he trusts. Mycroft and I. Sherlock's face fills my head, his amazing face chasing away all the fears and demons. A joy shivers through me.
"Sherlock." I whisper
I love his name. It brings good, and bad memories a like. But it helps me feel. I may don't have parents, but I have him and Harry. And they are all I could ask for.
The next day waking up isn't as terrible as it usually is. I run out as quickly as I can dress and eat, running towards the bus. I get on, and Sherlock is there. He is there today. And a fear I didn't know I had relived as I sat next to him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently, just to reassure myself that he is there. This is real. It seems like something out of a cruelly kind dream.
