The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 7

It was about a week away from winter holiday, and John was questioning alot of things about himself while he lied in bed one saturday morning.

 

"John?" Sherlock barely whispered, 

 

"What, Sherlock?" John mumbled through blankets.

 

"I'm bored."

 

"Dont shoot the wall again or you'll get kicked out this time forrsure."

 

"Then lets do something."

 

"Fine. What time is it?"

 

"About 10 AM"

 

"Where do you wanna go?"

 

"Lets go get breakfast together." Sherlock merely suggested while John sat up slowly in his bed. "Are you going to eat?" John asked, eyeing Sherlock suspiciously. 

 

"Yes." Sherlock said, sounding rather annoyed.

 

"Okay, lemme get dressed, then we'll go." 

 

"Okay"

 

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John smiled at Sherlock when he emerged from the bathroom. "Ready?" He asked, grinning at his friend. Sherlock simply nodded. John lead the way to his car, Sherlock trailing close behind. "Wait, Sherlock. Can I tell you something?" 

 

"Can it wait in till we get to the restaurant, John? I have something to tell you to." Sherlock said as John turned around to face the taller man. "Yeah, but you'll tell me yours first, Sherlock." John said, grinning at Sherlock. "Whatever you say, Watson." Sherlock answered as the climbed into John's car. The ride to Sherlocks favorite restaurant went relatively quickly and calmly. When the arrived at the restaurant, Sherlock opened the door for John and showed him to a table. 

 

"Okay, Sherlock. What did you want to say?"

 

"Well, Winter Holiday is coming up, and I was wondering if you would like to come back to my mothers house with me. She recently got a flat of her own, away from her, now, ex-husband and horrible sister. I thought it would be nice to finally be able to have a friend over.." Sherlocks voice trailed off. "What do you say, John?" Sherlock asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

 

"That would be down right wonderful! I'd love to go, Sherlock! I'd have to talk to my parents about it, but i'm sure they wouldn't mind." John answered, Smiling at Sherlock.

 

"Now, what did you want to say earlier John?" Sherlock asked, taking a sip of coffe. 

 

"Well, I um- Never mind, Sherlock, It's not really important,"

 

"Tell me, John. Not important or not."

 

"Well, Sherlock. It's kinda of about me and you.. Its nothing bad, I just wanna talk to you about something."

 

"What, John?"

 

"Well, Sherlock.. This might sound a bit insane, with a Capitol 'I', But I, well, Sherlock Holmes, I think I'm in love with you.