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Did you think I wouldn't notice?

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The whole of year ten were on a field trip to a place called Grimpen in Devon. It was a long four hour coach journey, early in the morning and the teens were all uncharacteristically quiet due to the fact that a huge majority of them were sleep-deprived zombies.

John Watson was sat about halfway down the coach and,because he had been late, had gotten last pick of the seats. He was sat behind two giggling girls, Molly Hooper and Mary Morstan, and in front of two idiotic jerks, Phillip Anderson and Sally Donovan, who John had profoundly refused to have anything to do with. This wasn't the problem, however. No, the problem was who he was sat next to. John had been seated next to the class 'freak'. Although John didn't think that of course;in fact, John thought the complete opposite. In his eyes he was sat next to the most amazing person in the class, Sherlock Holmes. This didn't stop the butterflies or the paranoia though, Sherlock noticed everything, surely he would know that the boy sat next to him for four hours had a huge, embarrassing crush on him.

John had decided that he would do exactly as he always did on coach journeys-stick his music in and sleep. However, despite his best efforts,John had been sat there for an hour,at least, with his eyes closed and yet he was still wide awake. No matter how hard he tried,he couldn't relax enough to allow himself to drift off. Suddenly, he felt a sharp jab in his shoulder and he pulled out his earphones and turned behind him where the poke had come from. As he faced the two behind him, a phone was shoved towards him. "John, video the freak, would ya?" Anderson asked him although it sounded like more of an order. "What?" John asked, confused but then he glanced back towards Sherlock and understood what they were getting at. Sherlock was slowly falling asleep, his head lolling down or to the side but before it rested on anything steady, it would jolt back up again, reluctant to relax. John had to use a great deal of willpower not to break out in a smile at the unbelievably adorable scene in front of him. He turned back to Anderson and Donovan and pushed the phone back towards them. "No way, and don't even think about doing it yourself" he threatened before sitting back around. After waiting a few minutes for the pair to turn their attention to something else, John gently nudged Sherlock's arm, causing his head to jolt fully upwards and him to straighten up again. He looked to John, blinking repeatedly, partially in shock and partially tired. John held out his phone where he'd typed out a note saying 'You should sleep if you're tired. You can lean on me if you like'. Sherlock shook his head insistently but John typed out 'I don't mind'. Sherlock then proceeded to lean over John's shoulder to tap out a reply on his phone. The close proximity caused John to tense up and a slight blush to creep onto his face, a tingling sensation running over his body every time Sherlock breathed onto his skin. After what seemed like and eternity to John, Sherlock leant back again, having written 'No, thank you. Honestly. I don't want to sleep anyway-I have no idea how I did.' John glanced over at him to see that he was looking down and rubbing the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed by being caught off guard like that. "Ok" John muttered before regaining his previous 'sleeping' position.

A little while later, John was disturbed again by an nudge from the right. He opened his eyes to see Mary, sat, turned around in her seat and looking right at him with Molly sat next to her doing the same but to Sherlock. He side glanced Sherlock before looking back to Mary. "Uh,yes?" he asked, slightly unnerved by the sudden confrontation. "Well, we were wondering" Mary started, speaking for the both of them, "If the two of you would like to go out and grab some coffee with the two of us?" John just stared at them blankly, not having a clue what to do in the situation. Sherlock, however, replied cooly and calmly, "If you are proposing a date, which is fairly obvious that you are, then no thank you. Girlfriend-not really my area" before returning his attention back to his phone. "Oh" Molly said, dejected and turned back around but Mary was still looking at John expectantly so he managed to say "Not really my area either, sorry." A look of hurt flashed across her face before she scowled at John and turned back around. John sighed with relief and smiled across at Sherlock who offered a small smile back but didn't look up from his phone. John gave up on the idea of sleeping and decided to go on his phone too. He had been reading on his phone for about half an hour when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to look at Sherlock, only to be met by his face closer to John's and staring directly into his eyes. John tensed up once again, and he felt his heart rate increase despite his desperate attempts to slow it down. "Hhhhhmmm" Sherlock said, thoughtfully. "Wh-what?" John asked. Sherlock leant forward, dangerously close to John and whispered deeply "Your pupils are dilated". John wasn't stupid and knew exactly what that meant; he froze up completely, forgetting how to function. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Sherlock asked in the same low voice. "I-I" John struggled but didn't have time to get anywhere else as Sherlock rested his head down onto John's shoulder and sighed contently. John watched him confused as he started to fall asleep again. When he was completely settled, John drew his gaze away and began to think about what all that meant. He had given up after a short while and for the first time that journey, actually felt as though he could sleep. He rested his head back against the seat and allowed his eyes to close...

His eyes shot open again as what he was resting on was abruptly removed. He then realised that he'd fallen asleep and ended up leaning on top of Sherlock's head. Now, Sherlock was sat up, looking very dazed. As John watched him, he blinked continuously and as he did so, his eyelids started to fall again. His head drooped so John pulled him down onto his shoulder again and as he was no longer feeling sleepy, he simply watched over Sherlock as his self-designated protector from the bullies.