Soulmate Au but it's Johnlock! (UNDER HEAVY EDITING- 10/19/2020)

"After-Party Fries!"

As John was playing, Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off of that boy. He'd been running through Sherlock's mind all of last night and all of today, it was giving Sherlock a headache. Soon enough, John stood up for his solo, and Sherlock's smile widened as he found the Clarinet to be one of the most beautiful instruments that he had heard. Of course, it might have had something to do with the boy playing said instrument. Sherlock looked to Greg, who'd been on his phone and asked if he could speak to him privately after John's performance. Greg agreed. As John sat down, the audience was clapping and Sherlock stood up to clap and applaud his friend. Sherlock then, walked out to the hallway for the conversation with Greg. "Can you get flowers?" Sherlock asked. "What?" Greg laughed. "You heard me and I dislike repetition, so can you or not?" Sherlock asked, his tone grew angry. "Yeah, yeah, I'll tell Mycroft to pick some up for John." Greg sighed, giving in. "Thank you, Gavin. I appreciate it." Sherlock said. "You know," Greg started, making Sherlock look up at him, "He's not your boyfriend. He came here with someone else, and they're probably soulmates." He said. Sherlock's face dropped to a frown, then he tried to fix it by acting like he used to pre-social days. "Well, it's not like I'm giving them to him just because. He did a good job and it took a lot of courage, okay? Really; How daft are you, Graham?" Sherlock said coldly before returning to the auditorium, where the song was just fading out. Sherlock cursed to himself. "Man!" But, nevertheless, as the crowd began applauding John and the band, Sherlock never fell a step behind.

"You were really good!" Mary, that doe-eyed C+ student, complimented with a bright smile, which John had reconciled with his own. "I loved your solo, John. You were so good." Sherlock complimented, causing John's face to burn up a shade of red he'd not seen before. John avoided all eye contact and was quiet after that, making the whole after performance thing kind of awkward. John's aunt asked if she can bring us to the diner for some kind of appropriate after party for secondary school kids. Greg happily agreed. And John's eyes lit up as he looked to Mary.

  Evidently, Mary climbed into the front seat with John's aunt, while The the two boys were juxtaposed; almost so close that John's shoulder almost bumped against Sherlock's, whose heart was racing at such propinquity as John just had to reach over Sherlock's body to pull the seatbelt over Sherlock and click it into the other piece. "I can buckle myself," Sherlock remarked, playfully batting John's hands away to click the belt on himself. John laughed and backed away to buckle his own seatbelt. On the group's way, John grabbed a marker and told Sherlock to close his eyes. Sherlock did so, obediently and John uncapped the marker and drew a smiley face on Sherlock's cheek. "There! 'Looks pretty good, dun' it?" Sherlock slowly opened his eyes to stare into John's dark blue-green irises. They shone under the street lights they passed briefly and Sherlock held his breath each time he caught a reflection of himself in the smiling boy's eyes. Sherlock dared tear his gaze away from John's eyes and facial features when a ring of his phone had him jumping in startlement. "Who is it?" John asked, glancing down to Sherlock's jacket pocket as it rang, interrupting whatever had been happening between them.

"What?" Sherlock droned irritably. "Did I come between something, brother mine?" The smooth baritone voice hummed in speculation. "We're on our way to a diner, Mycroft." Sherlock said, contorting his face sourly into the phone, despite knowing that Mycroft couldn't see him do it. "Which diner, Sherlock? I need to know where to give you the flowers." His brother sighed. "Uh, Miss Ortiz, which diner will we be going to?" Sherlock asked, quickly dropping his hand to his lap, so Mycroft couldn't hear until Sherlock told him. "The Pegasus Diner, honey." She answered with a smile. Sherlock thanked her with his own smile and repeated the destination to his brother.

  After Sherlock hung up, he noticed John was leaning forward to talk to Mary through the seat. Sherlock decided to look out the window for the remainder of the ride. With the nightly scenery and the light rev of the engine, marking a hum in Sherlock's head, made him fall asleep. When they arrived, and the motor stopped, Sherlock stirred, beginning to wake up again. Sherlock would've unbuckled his seatbelt, if John hadn't fallen asleep on his shoulder, restricting his arm from pressing the button to release The retractable belt. Sherlock looked at John and the rising and falling of his chest was too peaceful to disturb and contort. Sherlock just sat there as John's aunt opened the door. At that, John jumped in startlement. He blinked a couple of times, then sat up straight and looked tiredly at Sherlock. "You looked peaceful, so I didn't want to wake you," Sherlock said, his face flushed up as he saw the very sides of John's lips quirk up in a slight smile. Sherlock chuckled nervously, then unbuckled himself. Sherlock hopped out of the truck as soon as he could. "Where's Mary?" John asked. His aunt looked back to him as they crossed the parking lot and sighed. "Her mum wanted her home because her brother was put into the hospital for breathing problems." She said, opening up the door to the diner and letting the boys walk through the threshold of the diner and be swallowed by warmth and a welcoming atmosphere. "I wanted to say goodbye." John whined, making Sherlock sigh.

"I've never been here before; What's the cheapest thing?" He asked, looking to John for advice. John's aunt scoffed, "What? Well, for your first time, I'll get you anything, but not everything." She joked. Sherlock nodded, not actually planning on getting anything too expensive. Sherlock glances over to the able across the aisle and somehow caught himself staring. There sit a man with a man; they were smiling and laughing and kissing. He hadn't meant to, but somehow Sherlock's glances turned to stares. John nudged Sherlock on the shoulder to let him know he wants Sherlock's attention. "Don't stare; it's rude." John warned. "It's rather strange, I have to admit." Sherlock admitted, looking at the table in defeat as he'd been undeniably caught in that heinous act. "My uncle's neighbors are like that and both of their names were chuck, and they got married," John said with a grin, "So, then I got to thinking: How do they sort their mail?" John laughed at the end. "But, they're the best neighbors, he says. They've helped your uncle with lots of things." John's aunt interposed. "Here's your orders," The waitress announced as she placed the plates and glasses on the table. She had a German accent, so Sherlock decided to entertain her struggle for German language interaction.

  "Dankeschön, Frau," He said, nodding to her. The woman's eyes lit up as she smiled widely, "Sprechen Sie Deutschen?!" She asked. Sherlock nodded confidently, "Ja," He responded. "Wo bist du aus?" She asked, assuming he was from Germany. "Oh, Ich bin aus Deutschland nicht, Frau. Ich bin aus London mit meine Freunden." he said with a smile as he gestured to John, whose eyes shone with confusion and slight concern. "Er ist deinen Freunden?" She asked, raising her eyebrows knowingly, making Sherlock choke on his drink as his face flushed up. "Nein! Nein! Ich sage das nicht! Das stimmt nicht! AAAHHHHH-!" Sherlock screamed into his hands, quietly as the waitress laughed. She patted Sherlock on he shoulder and said, "I hope everything works out," as she walked away, waving the three off for now. John leaned in next to Sherlock and asked, "What did you guys say?" Sherlock's eyes widened as he quickly filled his mouth of John's fries, despite John's half-joking attempt to scold him out of it. "Rorry, I hant yawk wif my mouf fuw," Sherlock made the excuse with his hand covering his mouth as he managed the words out, as to not look rude. John laughed and took a sip of his cola.