(AN: Told you. :P)
A week till the wedding
Sherlock
It was nerve racking having to wait for something to come around. Life just seemed to go so slowly as I counted down the days to our wedding - which was now in a week.
One week. And we'd be married.
Over the past few weeks, John and I had visited what seemed like one million venues and tasted a billion flavours of cake. To be honest the cake tasting was worth it, but I left John to decide on that one.
Our tuxedos had even arrived, and we spent a good hour prancing around in them.
Yes, prancing.
John came into the living room where I was seated, and decided to sit right on top of me.
"What is it?" I ask, my voice muffled by his... Bottom.
"Let's do something fun tonight." He says, but I can't really hear him because he's right on top of me.
"Like what?"
"Just... Go out and get totally drunk?" John finally gets off me and plonks on the chair opposite me.
I smirk. "Sounds like... Fun."
(AN: This is super short but the next one will be longer and HILARIOUS I swear)
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