The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 27

It had been over two months since John purposed to Sherlock, and nothing had really changed. It all seemed so much more normal now, but Sherlock was happy. "Shezza, can you help me with this math homework? I cant get it." John called to Sherlock from there bed, tossing his book down on the sheets. "Sure." Sherlock said, getting up and walking towards the bed. "God, I hate math." John mumbled as Sherlock took the paper from next to him. "I love math." Sherlock said, working out the problem. John rolled his eyes. "I told you to help me, not do it for me." John laughed, pushing him slightly.

Sherlock laughed and leaned over towards John. He began to explain it to John, pointing out his mistakes and such. John watched him when he got stuck on a problem and had to stop for a moment to think about it. He chewed the eraser of the pencil when he was thinking hard, and John thought it was adorable."John, are you listening?" Sherlock asked, grinning. "Yeah, yeah." John said, looking at the paper. "No you weren't." Sherlock said, matter-o-factly. "Shut up." John joked putting his head on Sherlocks shoulder.

"So, did I help?" Sherlock asked once John finished the paper. "Yes, like always." John admitted, smiling. "Good, I like helping you." Sherlock answered. "Can I talk to you about something, Sherlock?" John asked, sitting down on the bed. "I guess." Sherlock answered. "I've been thinking, about the wedding, who is gonna take who's last name?" John asked, falling back on the bed.
"I don't know, maybe we could hyphenate, or I can changed to Watson." 
"Or I could change to Holmes."
"John Holmes. I like it. But Sherlock Watson sounds better." 
"I like John Holmes more than Sherlock Watson, if you'd like me to be honest."
"I guess you'll change then." Sherlock agreed, lying down next to John.
"We're gonna get married once we are done with school, Sherlock."
"We still have a long way to go, John." Sherlock said to him, looking at him.
John rolled his eyes. He grabbed Sherlocks shirt and pulled himself up, going nose to nose with him. "Shut up, Holmes." He whispered and kissed him

"Anyway, I was wondering if you wanna do something tonight, like see a movie or something?" John asked, smiling. "Sure." He awnsered, rolling on his back on the bed. "John, I noticed something over the past month or so."
"And whats that?" John asked absent mindly.
"That we get dirty looks alot in public."
John looked at Sherlock and smiled. "Why do you think that happens to us?" He asked, closing his math text book. 
"Because we're gay?"
"Well, if you want to put it bluntly, I guess." John answered, getting up from the bed and putting his text book in his book bag. Sherlock watched him carefully. He jumped up off the bed and went to his desk and grabbed his sketch pad and pencles. John rolled his eyes and laughed. "Not again, Shezza." He complained, smiling. "I just want to finish this drawing, come on." Sherlock begged a bit. John looked at him as he sat down in the old desk chair and laughed a bit. "Fine, I guess. I'll sit here and read, while you draw or do whatever you do." 
Sherlocks eyes lit up, and started drawing quickly. John watched him and grinned, watching the way his hands moved across the paper. The way his eyes narrowed in concentration, the way he gets light lines on his face, just him in general. John couldnt get tired of looking at him, who would? He was a sight, that's for sure,

HEYYYYYYYYYY! I might be starting a new fanfiction soon, and it might be destiel, so keep a look out! Sorry, it took so long to get this out, but oh whale! :3 -Lydia