John grabbed a white shirt from off the floor and pulled it over his head, ruffling his sandy coloured hair. He bundled up the rest of his clothes and tugged them on. He donned a grey hoodie and headed for the costa opposite, drinking his latte as he dumped himself on the bench, waiting for the bus to school. His normal routine. Mike and Irene soon joined him on the bench, catching up on things.
"I heard Rumours that Soo-Lin's dating Greg! I ship them!" Irene gossips.
Mike chuckles, "So there ship name is Soo-Greg?! Never saw that one comin did we?"
Everyone giggles at Mike's amusing remark. He really new how to lighten the mood every morning. But their shipping banter was disrupted when the bus appeared and swerved to a halt. John scanned the inside for a seat, all taken. He quietly sighed and clutched to a handle, yanking down on every sharp turn. Today was a school trip. He was going to a science museum in Bristol which he was waiting for all term. John was itching to get off the bus and travel to Bristol.
"Class J9!! Over here!!" Ms. Hudson cried. A group of pupils suddenly swarming around her like bees to honey. John shifted towards the area of students, immersing himself into the centre, trying to avoid Sherlock interacting with him.
"Hello John!" Sherlock squeezed through the crowd. John bit his lip. Damn, he found him. He decided not to answer and glance at his phone.
"John?" A slight mix of curiosity and caution in his voice. He tilted his head like a puppy, thinking John would react. No reply. John was getting quite agitated because of the 'comment' From Sherlock yesterday.
Sherlock received a text from John which was glowing on his lock screen. He swiped the phone and scanned John's text:
"Why are you talking to me? I didn't think 'us' mattered anymore to you. JW"
"What? No, John you're overreacting! SH"
"Fuck you I'm not. JW"
"Will you? SH"
"Will I what Sherlock? JW"
"Fuck me. SH"
John looked up, stunned. He turned to Sherlock, the man's puppy eyes and mischievous small smile was adorable, John thought. He suddenly felt a crushing weight lift from his shoulders and calmed himself instantly. He was glad he was on good terms with Sherlock again. He replied to the text.
"Maybe, if we don't bring cluedo. JW"
Silent laughter came to them both, the more they laughed, the more funny the text became. The bus ride was astonishingly short for just 2 hours. But Sherlock had managed to fall asleep, his thin, boney frame curled up on the seat. John saw the chance to explore Sherlock's hair, stroking and fumbling with the curls. Sherlock was awake and fully aware John was doing this, but he found it, comforting, pleasurable, something he hadn't experienced since early childhood.
"We're Here!! Ms. Hudson stated, nudging some of the staff to wake. John and Sherlock walked off the bus, Sherlock dodging and ducking the ceiling as they went, and stared in awe of the magnificent Science museum.
