No Conditions (Johnlock)

Sherlock

They sit against the back of the school, the printed pictures in the front pocket of John Watson's backpack. They talk loudly so that perhaps Moriarty will come back here and taunt them. Sure, enough he does, and his whole gang is there with him.

"Look, it's the school's most likely to get beat up." He gives a sweet smile, and Sherlock stands up to look at Sebastian.

"Looks like Seb here is walking with a bit of a limp. How did that happen?" Sherlock asks with faux innocence, circling him. He shuffles his feet, obviously uncomfortable and Sherlocks nod at John. He nods back and digs through his backpack to get the pictures then hands them to the bullies.

"Everyone take a good look." John says, hands behind his back and rocking on his tiptoes. "Can anyone guess who those two scandalous pornstars are?" John circles the group, cornering them into the wall and when the pictures get to Moriarty his face flames red. Chuckles and laughs begin to rumble through the group and only stops when Moriarty turns to tell everyone to shut up. 

"Looks like we're not the only 'school fags'." Sherlock says and John laughs. "Now we won't spread these pictures on several conditions."

Jim nods and Sherlock stops circling to stand in front of him.

"You stop tormenting me and my boyfriend. You stop tormenting anyone and everyone else. You keep to yourself, mind your own business."

He begins to speak, but Sherlock holds up an authoritative finger and holds the other hand behind his back.

"Not done yet Major. You buy me and John ice cream from the cafeteria every day for the rest of the year."

"That's ridiculous!" He argues. "I'm never doing that!"

John holds up the pictures of the 2 boys. "Did you know that the school copying machine can make hundreds of copies at one time? And there is unlimited paper!" John says with sarcastic amazement and Jim sighs.

"Fine." He says. Then he takes the pictures from John's hands and rips them up, tucking them into his pocket embarrassingly. 

The group splits up and one by one moves away, back towards the school. Sherlock scoops John up in a huge hug, and kisses his face all over.

"We're free!" He yells, spinning John in circles and setting him down to kiss him again.

"Now for the next project to tackle." John says with a sigh, reaching for Sherlock's hand. "Midterms."

They groan and John pulls him along beside him to the front of the school.

"We don't want to be late for class. Every second counts!"

"John why are you such a nerd?"

"Why are you such a punk?" John runs his finger over the planets that are tattooed behind Sherlock's left ear. "You never told me about this one."

"I can never remember the name of the planets." I say sheepishly. "I normally say it has to do with astronomy and my moon sign, but let's be real. I was 13, I was stupid and plus, I have no room in my mind for such mundane things." He waves his hand as they walk to the front steps.

"Mundane? Sherlock, it's our solar system!"

"It doesn't matter!" He waves his hand again and John takes it in his own.

"It's our Solar System! I don't know how else to tell you that this is important!" He's trying to be serious, but it's hard for him because he lets a smile through.

"You're my nerd."

"You're my punk."

They walk into the school and to the next classroom, taking seats by the back since they're early enough to get the most coveted seats. Since midterms are next week, the entire period is devoted to studying, but John and Sherlock mostly whisper to each other, draw on each other's hands and hold hands under the desk.

Several minutes before the bell rings the teacher stands at the front of the class. "Don't forget class, prom tickets are being sold the week after midterms. Make sure you find a date and treat them like royalty." The bell rings and the class leaves chattering about graduating, prom, and who they're going to ask.

John and Sherlock are quiet. Sherlock has begun going through his head, thinking about how he's going to ask John to be his date. That is if he doesn't ask Sherlock first. This show better get on the road then.

"John, I'm not feeling well." Sherlock says, faking. John looks worried.

"Are you serious? Should I take you to the nurse? You seemed to be doing fine just a few minutes ago." He asks in rapid fire.

"I think I'll just go home." He says, and he lets go of his hand.

"Ok. I'll see you after school then?" He asks and Sherlock nods his head, his dark curls bouncing off his forehead. John kisses his cheek then sends him along his way. Sherlock walks a few steps before checking behind him, and when he doesn't see John, he starts into a sprint and begins to put his plan into action. 

This will be the most romantic promposal ever.