AUTHOR NOTE
Hey guys, yeah I couldn't wait for later so here it is. Kinda distracted by supernatural so I haven't read over it after this is kinda starts to get interesting. Love you all, if you guys want you can comment or inbox me about my new story cause I need plot ideas and stuff so.
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John's POV
After I had finished stretching, I looked out the window to see where we were. To my surprise, we were just entering the gates of the school. There were students crowded around like when I had first arrived.
When we got out of the car, our bags were handed to us by the driver before he shot out of the gates. We silently walked to into the school, our shoulders brushing against each others every now and then. That was the only contact we had until we gotten to our rooms.
As soon as the door closed behind me and I had dropped my bag, Sherlock had his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. "I love you so much John" he whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek and removing himself.
"What was that for ?" I asked as I began to unpack my bag. "I don't know, just thought I would remind you" he said shrugging. "Oh, okay. Well I'm gonna go and find Greg" I told him as I shuffled to the door. He hummed in reply as I walked out into the crowded hall.
It took a while for me to get to Greg's room as the wave of people pulled me in the wrong direction. With being so small, it was hard to get around the halls as the taller, broader students slammed into everyone in their path.
I pushed past everyone to get to Greg's door, and when I got close enough, I pushed it open, falling to the ground. "Oh, hey John, how's the first day back at school treating ya?" He giggled from where he sat on his bed. It was although he was expecting my to come falling face first into his room. I grunted in reply as I stood up and brushed myself off.
"I just wanted to know what days trainings scheduled for" I muttered as I sat on his desk chair, swizzling around a few times before stoping in front of him. "Uh, I don't know yet, I'll let you know when I find out. John, do you mind coming back later, it's just I've got homework to do and I need to get it done" he asked. "Oh, yeah, yeah sorry, I'll leave you to it. See you later" I said, standing up, trying to ready myself for the tsunami of people that was about to crash over me.
I walked out and was pulled towards the canteen. I decided I would go in until the crowds calmed down. The canteen was almost abandoned compared to the halls. There were about five groups of people. I saw Molly sitting in the corner so I decided to go and talk to her.
"Hey Molly, do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked as I walked up to her. She looked up from the book she was reading and nodded. "Um, how was your break ?" I asked after I sat down across from her. "Uh, yeah it was good. I, uh, finished my reading list" she squeaked as she put her book into her bag.
"What's a reading list ?" I asked her, confused. "Oh, I-I make a list of books I want to read over a certain amount of time, then I read them." She told me smirking. "Oh, cool. What books were they ?" I asked her leaning back in my chair. "Oh, er, mostly John Green. I love his books" she told me as she blushed. I was about to ask her what her favourite book was but she interrupted me "I, er, I have to go, sorry John, see you 'round" she whispered as she got up, leaving me alone.
I sat there for five minutes after Molly left before I decided to go back to my room. I quickly grabbed an apple for Sherlock before I ran out of the doors. Strangely enough, the hall was completely empty. I ignored it as I strode up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
When I walked through the door to the room, Sherlock was sitting on his bed, his hands placed under his chin like in prayer. I carefully threw the apple into his lap before I lay down on my bed, grabbing a book.

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(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.
FanficJohn hates his father and worries about his mother. He has to leave for boarding school. He is scared that he won't make any friends, but Sherlock is there. Btw I can't write descriptions to save my life. (Swearing and well gore I suppose)