The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 28

"Are you sure you don't want to go, Sherlock? It'll be fun." John said, pulling his coat on. "I'm not feeling good... Maybe the next party ill go." Sherlock said, turning his laptop on. John sighed "Okay then. Ill see you later. I love you." He said, leaning down towards Sherlock. Sherlock smiled and kissed him gently. "Have fun."

John arrived quickly to Marry's house. She was in almost everyone of Johns classes, and threw a party every once in a while. "John!" She cried when she opened the door. She flew into his arms, her short blond hair hitting his face.

"Hello, Marry." John said cheerfully, hugging her back. "Where's Sherlock?" She asked, looking behind him. "He isn't feeling great, so he's at our dorm." John said, shrugging. "Well, come in out of the cold!" Marry said, pulling John in. He smiled at her and pulled of his coat, putting it on the coat rack.

It was a while later, that John decided he had enough to drink, and was ready to go home. He found Marry in the kitchen, stumbling to a seat. He caught her in mid-fall, smiling at her. "Hello, John." She grinned grabbing his neck.

"Em, yes, Hello Marry. Ill be leaving now. It was a lovely party." John said, helping her stand up. "No! We're just started having fun!" She laughed, placing her cup on the table.

"No, I think I should leave." John insisted. "Come on, John. Leave your 'boyfriend' alone for the night. Come party with a real human." Marry whispered, trailing her hand on his face.

"Whoa, Marry." John said, pushing her off. "Shut up, John. Just have fun..." Marry pushed herself against his lips, hard. John pushed her off.

"Marry. Stop." Marry rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, John. I should've know better than to try to mess around with a faggot." She spat at him, her friends laughing.

John pushed Marry off of him and walked out the door and into his car. He turned it on and drove back to Sherlock, and walked straight in.

"How was it, John?" Sherlock asked, sitting up. "Sherlock. I can't do this." He said, falling onto the bed. "John, what's wrong?" Sherlock asked, grabbing John. "Marry. She tried to hook up with me, I said no, and she called me a faggot." John said into Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock rubbed his head, letting him cry. "Don't pay attention to them. It's not fair to us they don't want us to be happy because we love the same gender." Sherlock whispers to him.

"I just don't know what to do." John cried. "Sh, it's okay." Sherlock said lying John down on the bed. Sherlock lied next to him and smiled. "Just think. One day we'll be out of this hell hole. One day we'll be married with our own house, our own dog, and our own family. One day we'll be parents. One day, we'll look back on this day and laugh, because we're the ones who made it. We'll be the ones who survived through all the names and such. We're the strong ones." Sherlock whispered, kissing his forehead.

John looked up at him and smiled. "I love you... So much." John said, tears still falling. John kissed him gently, rubbing his fingers through his curly hair. "I hope they stop being assholes to you, or I might have to hurt someone." Sherlock joked, pulling John close to him. John laughed.

"This is all so corny." John whispered to him. "It's not corny, I'm just saying the truth." Sherlock said, kissing his cheek. "Be quiet and go to sleep." John joked, smacking his head playfully. "Goodnight." Sherlock laughed, pulling John closer to him. "Night."