John's Point of view:
John was in P.E. playing basketball on this sunny august morning. Inside. He detested basketball because of his height and general lack of passion for sports so he treasured sitting out and watching the rest of them play. John almost drooled at the sight of Sherlock as he re-entered the pitch. His ferrel chocolatey curls, defined cheek bones, the sweat pouring off him and what John liked most, his mesmerising eyes.
"End of game!" Mr. Magnussen yelled, flailing his hands and blowing his whistle.
The class separated into their genders and ran into the cloakrooms to get changed. John stayed in the corner of the room as he got changed into his white polo shirt, away from the chav boys on the other side. But suddenly, in the corner of his eye, John noticed Sherlock emerge. He was getting undressed. John stared at Sherlock's sexy bare torso as he slowly lifted his top off. John felt he was being teased because he just wanted to see Sherlock's chest so bad. Everything ended when Sherlock looked up at him and gave him a strange face.
"John?" Sherlock said curiously.
John quickly blinked several times before realising he was staring.
"Hm sorry, what?" He tried to convince Sherlock that he wasn't staring intentionally.
"Nothing."
Everyone was dressed and ready to go for lunch except John, he was tugging his trainers on when he saw a small strip of paper sticking out of his P.E. bag. It was a series of numbers, like a phone number, he tried calling it, straight to voicemail. Oh well, John thought. He'd try later.
He soon caught up with Sherlock at the queue for what seemed a laborious amount of time. When they peeked around the corner to see the food, their faces dropped. It looked revolting, John gagged at the mere sight of it.
"Hey, you wanna skip lunch today?" Sherlock offered. John immediately accepted. He wasn't hungry anyway, well he actually was... But not food... For a more delicious prize.
They sat down at the park by the school, talking about 'things'.
"I found this in my bag," John held out the strip of paper, "I guess I better dial it."
The long beeping noise what irritating, but long enough for John to figure out what to say.
"Hello?" John said gingerly.
"Hello Mr. Watson, taken up on that chemistry class yet?" John instantly knew who it was. He turned around to see Sherlock smirking at him with the phone to his ear. John pressed 'end call' and shifted closer to Sherlock.
"So this was you?" John questioned, holding up the piece of paper.
"Well how am I supposed to contact you in the holidays without your number?" Sherlock grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
There was a text message waiting on John's lock screen, he opened it.
'Hey would you like to come to my place for the night, I believe people call it a sleepover. Anyway, October 12th 7pm. If you can make it. SH'
John smiled shyly and replied: 'Ok then, I'll bring cluedo.'
They looked up from their phones and beamed at each other.
