Old Friends

Lovesick

"I have no clue what you see in him." Her voice teasing and light.

"Look at him. I mean come on, have you seen his face? You try to not fall in love with him. He's just so fucking gorgeous! It's not fair. This isn't how i planned to live my life. I didn't hope to fall in love with Sherlock Holmes." John whined as he lay on the sofa with his head in Piper's lap. They had had a long conversation about her name and came to the conclusion that they all liked Piper better. Ava remined her of her mother, which only made her angry. She rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Listen, if you really like him, go and tell him." She tried to reason. John sat bolt upright at this and gave her a deadly gaze.

"I can't do that, are you insane?" He almost screached. "Why on earth would i tell Sherlock i like him? How woule i even tell him?" He stood up and started pacing. "'Morning Sherlock, how was your night? Oh and by the way i've completely and entirely fallen for you so if you could stop being so goddamn gorgeous for one second that'd be lovely, thanks'" he mimicked. "No. I could most certainly not do that. It's ridiculous, absolutely ludicrous!" He ranted, pacing even faster. Piper threw her head back onto the sofa and groaned aloud. She had been dealing with this for three hours now. It was four in the morning and she hadn't a wink of sleep. All she wanted to do was go to bed, but John wanted to rant on about his man crush on Sherlock, which she didn't see the point in, Sherlock wasn't the type for committment.

"John, please, just tell him, this is beginning to physicall pain me now." She closed her eyes as her head was still rested on the back of the sofa. John started mumbling to himself and fiddling with his hands, occasionally making gestures. "Stop!" Piper threw herself off of the sofa and grabbed John by the shoulders. "Shut up for gods sake man! I cannot listen to your lovesick babbling anymore, it's driving me insane!"