The final problem...love (Johnlock)

Two. Ignorance

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Sherlock's pov.
No no no and Never!
I mentally curse and bang the table with frustration....
Never mind, John will fix that, ugh! we know John would not fix that because he has a date with this girl which is named Mary and I think she is clearly dangerous because of her name, which means 'revenge' in middle Greek/Roman And isn't it bloody obvious for John?
No it's not. He's stupid as a rat. I sip my tea that John left for me on the kitchen table because he texted me and told me he was 'too busy' picking out something for his date.
Wait.
Why do I even care about him? I do not have any emotions nor will I ever have them. Done. Then why am I so worried of  john?
Well because I'm too bored...obviously.
Two hours later
When is he ever coming back?
I decide to text him, because I don't want to 'interrupt' his date, do I? And the answer is yes I do want to interrupt his sentiment ritual with a complete stranger named Mary.
I sigh...as I text him because at the end, I don't want to ruin his day, and after all, he has done enough for me. I look around to find my phone then I suddenly realise.
John used to grab my phone for me!
Ugh, I mentally curse at myself while I am trying to find my phone.
Oh.
I forgot it was in my coat pocket.
I reach in and get my phone.
When are you coming?
SH.
I wait for a reply as I fumble with my phone. Suddenly a text pops up on my lock screen.
Why?
JW.
I punch the wall in frustration. Why is he being so ignorant and sleazy? I try not to text because I do not want to sound desperate, who needs him? Am I right?
Then it hits me,
I do...why?!?
I groan as I retrieve my phone from my desk and send a simple text.
I need you, please.
SH.
"Oh god" after When I enter send, regret flashes over my face. I should not have texted that. Before I even start to panic, his text pops up on my screen again.
But I don't need you.
JW.
It takes a minute for me to understand the text, yes I know it is ironic coming from me but his behavioural pattern took a very, haphazard turn.
Don't joke around.
SH.
I laugh to myself, he's absolutely kidding. But my face turns blue when I read the message he sent me.
I'm not. Weirdo.
JW.
Weirdo? He never even says that.
Okay...i cannot take this anymore. I open my phone contacts and press 'John' in the number book. I place the phone on speaker as I am trying to solve a murder as well.
After a few moments, the line drops dead.
What? No. Is he serious?
I decide to spam his phone with text popups.
John, answer.
SH.
Please.
SH.
I am sorry.
SH.
Come on.
SH.
John this is not funny.
SH.
PICK IT UP.
SH.
Still no response.
Anger flows through me as I break the window by throwing out John's sofa. "That bloody idiotic person." I say to myself, but Mrs. Hudson hears me since she's standing outside my door.
I groan as I shout at her. "Not now!"
Mrs. Hudson gasps in fear. "But dear I made tea-" "Not,now." I snap at her. She sighs and goes downstairs.
Then it hits me.
Laughter crawls on my face as I thank mrs. Hudson by screaming on top of my lungs "Oh mrs. Hudson you are a genius!" But she stops in her tracks to look at me with a puzzled expression.
I wave her goodbye as I slam the door shut.
I continue to talk to myself.
"Okay, so John said that he was with Marie...Mary or whatever right? Well maybe Mary is the one who is texting and and possibly John is in the other room and he is working on his computer? Oh yes! Yes! That means...since he has gone to the other room for a minute...Mary has somehow unlocked his phone and now is texting me in the presence of John! Of course, I know John and he never disobey's me! Anyways by the time John will come back, I'll be able to gain her full attention by texting her, and John will come back from the other room in about exactly one minute...and when he'll come back, he'll see Mary texting me on his phone! YES."
I take a deep breath. Okay this'll work.
I grab my phone and sit on the ground.
John, you said you will come by eight.
SH.
In a second, 'john' replies.
Well I won't since I'm busy with a person who is more important than you!
JW.
Yes! 20 seconds left!
But you said you hated Mary and are just dating for 'fun'
SH.
This'll do.
What? When did-
JW.
Yes!!! John caught her.
Now I'll go back to sleep and let John do the work for me!
I knew John does not belong to her, by that I mean, uh, never mind.
One hour later
A loud bang comes from my door. With John coming in and clearly, disheartened. "Oh god...um, Sherlock?" I open my eyes and look over in his direction. "Hmm?" I simply say; me and John, usually talk with expression more than with words.
He lets out a sob, "I'm so sorry, you were right about her and I just ignored you and-" before he says further, I jump out of my bed and wrap my arms around him as he cries on my shoulder...more so on my chest since I'm really tall...normally I would push someone away, but with John...
It becomes difficult.
"I am s-sorry Sherlock"
"It's okay...remember you can always come to me when you do not have anything."
I pat his back.
And when I look at him, I see his wonderful smile.
Oh John, nobody deserves this man.
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