BBC Sherlock imagines

Teen!lock part one

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This four part one shot is based on a post I saw on instagram (pictured above). Throughout, it changes POV to try and show how both of them feel, but I've tried to make it as clear as possible. I hope you enjoy it. Xx

[context: John and Sherlock are both fifteen and in high school]

John's POV:
He's so cute. No, what the hell. What am I even thinking. I mentally slapped myself before trying my hardest to tune back into the boring french lesson. Miss Schmitt was stood at the front pointing to different words and I realised we were meant to be repeating them. I guessed she noticed I wasn't paying attention because she was now looking straight at me. "John Watson" she said- great- "would you care to tell the whole class what this phrase means, please." "Uhhh" I stared blankly at the word, having no clue how to pronounce it. I was about to give in and say that I didn't know what it meant when I caught the eye of Sherlock from the other side of the room. He mouthed at me 'can I have a coffee please' and I didn't hesitate to say this out loud. "Thank you, Mr Watson, listen properly next time please" she said. I breathed a sigh of relief before looking back to Sherlock once the teacher had turned her back and mouthed a 'thanks'. I began copying down the stuff I needed from the board and tried really hard to concentrate for the remainder of the lesson. Thankfully it ended quicker than I realised and we could finally go to lunch.
I've only been here about a month and I still haven't made many friends. People didn't dislike me, I had no trouble with any of the bullies or anything but no one really offered to hang around with me. So at lunch I had been trying to figure out where I should go. I tried shooting hoops in the sports hall but that wasn't fun when there were a lot of people older and taller than me. Then I tried staying in one of the classrooms offering to do some little jobs. There wasn't much of a problem with that except it was really boring. I had also tried some other things which didn't work out, so today I decided to try the library. I walked in and went to the shelf to choose a book. A lot of it looked boring or I'd already read it, or both, so it took me a long time to choose. I was still scanning the titles when a deep, baritone voice said into my ear "This is a good one" at the same time as a long finger reached out and pointed to one of the books on the shelf in front. "Thanks" I mumbled, taking out the book, without even thinking about who the voice belonged to until I turned around and became face to face with Sherlock Holmes. My heart almost stopped as I felt a strong surge of pink flew up my cheeks as I realised our hands had just brushed past each others'. He picked up on this and a smirk emerged on his lips. "Um-yeah-uh-thanks" I stuttered before quickly walking away to sit in a chair and read. I opened the book but I could focus enough to actually read it. My mind was screaming at me; for gods sake John what is wrong with you. Why are you so awkward. You're not even gay. Get it together. I took a deep breath and blocked out everything and lost myself in the book. It was really good and I was so intrigued that I didn't even notice someone pull up a chair next to me. That was until I sneezed and was drawn out of my trance for just a moment. This was enough for me to realise the tall, dark-haired boy sat next to me, reading. He noticed my eyes on him and looked at me. He smiled at me and I couldn't stop myself from smiling back, it was almost contagious. He then turned back to his book and so I did the same; still smiling like an idiot.
After a little while, Sherlock got up and grabbed his bag. "You coming?" He asked. "Uh, yep" I replied "we have chemistry, right?" I asked, still not completely used to my timetable. Sherlock nodded and I followed him out of the library and to the science corridor. Great, now I had to sit directly opposite him for an hour thanks to the seating plan and the circle shape of the tables.