His Best Friend (sherlolly)

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His tight grip was starting to make my arm ache. I jerked away, stopping in the middle of the slightly crowded sidewalk. He turned whipped his head back to see why I stopped. The annoyance in his eyes disappeared and they softened.

"Sorry" he apologized, sticking his arm in his coat pocket offering for me to put my arm through the hole his arm made. I hesitantly stuck my arm through the hole, lightly holding his elbow. I shuffled closely beside him, it was cold outside and I didn't have a jacket. Approximately 5 minutes later, we reached a small cafe. He held the door open for me. I let go of his arm, and walked in, and thanked him as I passed by. He nodded his head.

Both of his hands were in his pocket, and he absentmindedly rocked up and down on his feet. Lines obviously aren't his thing I thought to myself, looking down at his feet. They were pretty big. You know what that means I giggled to myself. His feet stopped moving and I found him also staring at his feet. Our eyes met.

"What?" he asked, once again excluded from a joke. I just quietly giggled and shook my head. He obviously wanted to know, but just shrugged it off.

I ordered a coffee, 2 creams and three sugars, and a small BLT sandwich. I looked to sherlock, who ordered a black coffee, two sugars. His usual.

We sat down at a small, square table next to a window. I struggled to get on the tall stool. I set my drink and sandwich down, and hopped up on the chair. Dear god I feel like I'm 5 again.

He, of course, gracefully floated onto his stool, like the magical, mysterious being he was.

After a few moments of sitting there, avoiding eye contact, when finally his voice reached my ears, asking a question that was unlike him to ask.

"How are you?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the table as he took a sip of his coffee. I was taken aback by his question. How peculiar I thought to myself.

"I'm... good." I answered his question, though I wasn't exactly sure if I was telling the truth.

"That's... good..." He looked around. Dear god, he has no idea what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, I decided I would ask him a few questions.

"What was it like growing up?" I asked him. He jerked his eyes to meet mine, surprised by my question.

"What do you mean?" he casually asked, obviously not knowing what I meant.

"Well, I mean with you and Mycroft. Both geniuses" he smiled at my compliment

"Also, have you always been able to do that thing where you look at someone and tell them about their life." I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"I make deductions" he rolled his eyes

"I simply observe."

"Yeah, when did that start?" I asked him. He tapped his fingers on the table thinking.

"I was 10 when I first started, but when I was 15 I started doing more of what I do now." He sighed. I didn't really know what to say to that, so we just sat in silence.

"Why are you so interested?" he leaned forward.

"I guess I just find you interesting." I shrugged.

"Frankly, I'm way more intrigued by you." His words surprised me. Me? Intriguing? I almost started laughing.

"Really?" I asked

"I thought I was quite boring in your eyes." I looked into his eyes. He leaned forward.

"You could never bore me, Molly Hooper."

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It was still freezing outside. And I still didn't have my coat. I walked beside Sherlock, who toward over me. Some people were staring at him. Most likely recognizing his from the newspaper. He has grown to be quite popular.

I shivered against the cold, strong wind. My cheeks were freezing and probably bright red from the cold. I continued shivering, and tried to keep up with Sherlocks long strides. I noticed him slowing down. Soon I was walking beside him with ease.

We were stopped at a light, waiting for the little green man to appear. I mindlessly studied the large white letters spelling "STOP" I felt a hand touch mine. Assuming it was accidental, I pulled away. I hated awkward physical contact. Again, the hand touched mine, grabbing hold of my pinky. I unclenched my hand, and fingers became intertwined with mine.

His fingers.

FUCK YEAH I DID IT I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT SOO LONG AHA I DIDNT LIKE THE BEGINNING BUT I SURE DO LIKE THE END YOU ARE WELCOME.

~Ruby