Sherlock
When Sherlock saw John coming towards him on Monday, he began smiling hysterically, like a mental patient. Like in cartoons, where hearts bubbled and spun around their heads until they popped.
Maybe he was in a cartoon.
John
When John saw Sherlock at his bus stop, he stopped himself from running into him and jumping into his arms, like in the soap operas Harry watched.
Maybe John was in a soap opera.
Sherlock
John was thirteen centimeters shorter than Sherlock, which made him thrice as kissable.
John
Sherlock's lips were exactly two shades of pink, and when he spoke in German he sounded French.
Sherlock
On the bus, he tried to remember it exactly the way it had been.
John's mouth was soft and warm against Sherlock's. He remembered that much, and he also remembered the second time, too. John tasted like he smelled, like sugar and vanilla.
Sherlock wished they had John-flavored ice cream.
Sherlock wished they had John-flavored everything.
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Sherlock & John (A Teenlock Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"I'm stupid," John says. "Why?" "Because I fell in love with you." "Yeah," Sherlock responds, "Definitely stupid." Set over the course of one school year in 2009, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits - Sherlock and John - smart enough to kn...
