I waited for Sherlock in the car, he talked to some student then returned to the car. We drove home as he held my hand tightly.
When we arrived I sat on his couch and put my math homework on the coffee table. After three minutes Sherlock already couldn't take it anymore.
"Let's do something fun!" He whined, sitting on the couch next to me. "I have homework." I told him. "Ughhh..." He moaned stretching out on the couch. He gently placed his head on my lap. I leaned back laughing. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Enjoying the view." he smiled deviously. "Get off." I shoved him lightly.
"Are you done with your homework?"
"No."
"Good."
He picked me up and ran to the car. He put me in and started to drive I gave up on homework.
"Where are we going?" He was quiet, I watched trees and buildings pass. He stopped at a meadow. I had never seen a real meadow before. I ran out into it.
It was beautiful.
He ran after me. He lifted me up and spun me around. Then he placed my feet on the soft, loving, grass and held me tightly.
"I've wanted to see that smile for so long." He whispered. He let me go and we ran around like idiots dancing and so on. After an hour I was hungry.
"Let's go to a restaurant." He suggested. I nodded, we crawled back into the car. We drove back into town. He pointed to a restaurant.
"Okay." I said. Then his finger moved to a club. "No." I said. "Yes." He smiled, parking out in front. He grabbed my hand and yanked it towards the club. He held my hand tightly and dragged me in. "Stay close." He whispered.
As soon as we stepped inside I was ripped from Sherlock's grip.
"What's a girl like you, doing in a place like this?" The man asked. "N-nothing." I stuttered. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked. "I really shouldn't." I told him. "Don't be so modest." he said, walking to the bar. I sat on a couch and he brought back two drinks pushing mine towards me a bit.
"Cheers!" He smiled. We clinked glasses and chugged it down. "I'm Anderson." (CALM DOWN I KNOW!) he said. "Anderson?" I questioned. "Well my name's Phillip but everyone calls me-" "ANDERSON!" Sherlock yelled. "(Y/n)!" He yelled, looking at me. "What are you jealous?" I teased.
"He just roofied you, idiot." He told me. I look to Anderson. "What?!" I asked. "I did no such thing!" Anderson shouted.
Sherlock ripped me from the couch and pulled me outside and shoved me into the car.
I laughed then blacked out.
