There Is Nothing Wrong With Me

Let's Not Make It To One Hundred and Forty Three

"What about you Sherlock?" Molly asked abruptly, pulling Sherlock from whatever dream land he had been stirring in and making him blink in absent minded confusion.
"I'm sorry?" Sherlock muttered, looking between the both of them to see very anxious faces looking back.
"We were asking if you thought he was cute. Matt." Sarah said with a little giggle, glancing up to the counter and back again as if she was gazing at their waiter once more. Sherlock sighed heavily, but then again, he would have to take a closer look.
"Okay, no one look at him, give me like, ten seconds. Where is he?" Sherlock wondered, and the girls just giggled furiously.
"Behind the register." Sarah whispered back, and Sherlock nodded with the tiniest smile on his face. After his promised ten seconds Sherlock very casually glanced behind him, as if to glance at the menu board again, and got a quick glance of this 'Matt' behind the register. Sherlock turned back around at once, and the three burst out into silent little giggles.
"I think he's cute, in a jerky kind of way." Molly admitted with a shrug.
"I mean, he's like the stereotypical hot guy right? Short hair, chiseled jaw bone, intense eyes...it's the personality that's throwing me off, he's such a jerk that I can't see him as anything more." Sherlock admitted.
"But you're admitting he's cute, right?" Molly clarified, and Sherlock took a deep breath. If almost felt unfaithful to John to even be looking at other guys, but then again, everyone was doing it.
"I mean ya, I guess so." Sherlock admitted, and the girls giggled once more.
"I agree with Sherlock though, he's just too much of a jerk." Sarah agreed in a stoic sort of voice.
"Well of course I'd never date him, that's not the question here. I can't even think of dating another guy, Greg is just...perfect." Molly insisted with a dreamy sort of sigh.
"You two get along so great, like seriously a match made in heaven." Sarah agreed, and Sherlock nodded along with her. Molly's cheeks got all flustered and she stuttered out thanks, and then she went on to compliment Sarah on her relationship with Greg and all that. Sherlock just sat back and nodded, waiting for them to throw compliments at him. To be honest Greg and Molly probably had the best chances of succeeding in life together, but in a perfect world John and Sherlock would have to be right up there. It seemed as though the purest love was formed in the most impossible forms, and he couldn't see any reason between the two of them that they wouldn't want to continue their lives together. Now of course that would be tricky because the rest of the world and society as a whole certainly had something to say about it, or at least they thought they did, and they made being a homosexual so unnecessarily difficult. Love was love, why on earth couldn't they accept that?
"Do you think you'll marry him?" Sarah was asking Molly, who was just giggling away and stuttering out cute little answers.
"Well I mean, if we're still together in I'd say, a year, then maybe? Like why not?" Molly asked, and they burst into careless laughter once more.
"And you Sarah? What about Mike could you see your way to marrying him?" Sherlock wondered. Sarah turned a little bit red and smiled guiltily, shrugging her shoulders before giggling just a little bit more, as if trying to get that out of her system before she responded.
"He's amazing, and beautiful, and kind, and so respectful, just like Molly said, why not?" Sarah agreed finally, and Sherlock smiled in agreement.
"But let's be honest here guys, the cutest couple award has to go to you and John." Molly insisted, and Sarah nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Now it was Sherlock's turn to blush, just the thought of John put that inerasable smile on his face, and secretly he agreed with them. He and John really were the cutest, weren't they?
"Like not that I watch you guys or anything, but I do, sometimes. When I get the opportunity. And I know what love looks like, it's in the eyes, and he just gazes on you so softly, oh it's just...it's perfect." Sarah insisted flatly, and Sherlock could do nothing but giggle a little bit in satisfaction.
"Oh my God Sarah did you even hear their love confession the other night?" Molly asked excitedly, and Sarah squeaked a little bit, making it quite obvious that she hadn't known.
"He told you he loved you?" Sarah wondered obviously, and Sherlock just ducked his head down, a smile growing a little bit too large on his face as he remembered John's declaration in the alley.
"What was it, what did he say? I was standing on the sidewalk and I heard it, but you told him first and then, what did he say? Something like 'and I love you too'..." Molly wondered, tapping at her chin with her pink fingernail.
"With all my heart and more." Sherlock finished meekly, and he just wanted to curl up in a ball and laugh until he exploded. Oh it was so perfect, was it not, so powerful! Such a confession so early on, and the best part was that Sherlock believed it, oh he believed everything that boy ever said because he says it so confidently that you'd have to be an idiot to doubt him.
"That's simply the sweetest thing; it's such a shame that you two can't ever get married." Sarah muttered sadly, and the mood suddenly plummeted. Sherlock's smile slowly faded off his face as he shrugged, trying and failing to make it seem like the undeniable truth didn't bother him.
"It doesn't mean we can't be together, it just means no one can know. No one can appreciate it." Sherlock said with a sad sort of shrug.
"That's not fair at all, you know what, sometimes I just hate society." Sarah insisted bitterly, smacking at the table rather agressivley and making all the little poppy seeds jump and scatter all around. Sherlock just nodded, not wanting to mention anything about the obvious facts here. First of all she had no reason to hate society more than he did, and secondly Sherlock was quite sure that before she met Sherlock she was as opposed to homosexuality as the rest of the world was. Now that she had a gay best friend she seemed to think that justifies her homophobia in the past and shamed people who she had been exactly like not a month before.
"My thoughts exactly." Sherlock agreed in a bit of a mutter, leaning back in his chair with a finalized expression and staring rather vacantly at his empty bottle of iced tea.