All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 13: Can you Forgive?

A/N: The fanart is so cute! I swear to God when I learn how to photoshop...

Chapter 13: Can you Forgive?

John

"Charles?" John stared at his old friend who had rejected him for being bisexual; a faggot.

"Hi, John. Sorry for being a pretentious bastard," Charles said.

"Oh, shut up." John stood up and didn't bother to help his ex-friend up.

"Look, I'm sorry! I wasn't really thinking straight then. And it really was a shock for me - for all of us," Charles explained. "Wouldn't you have been surprised? If suddenly someone announced she or he was gay?"

"I would've been okay with it. I wouldn't have reacted at all. I would've smiled and shrugged, instead of ignoring the person for three months," John said. "For three months, all of you ignored me. Not even a single 'hello' or 'hi'. Do you think that's still shock? No. It's plain disgust."

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know about the rest, but I'm sorry. I don't care if you won't forgive me, but at least I'm saying sorry."

"Fuck off, Charles." John marched away from the boy whom he'd once called friend.

He continued to search for Sherlock. Finally, he found him at the unused lab, playing with chemicals and writing down things on a piece of paper.

"You know, I don't know why Baskerville Academy can't afford new materials like flasks and Bunsen burners. And the microscopes are a bit outdated too," Sherlock ranted. "And can't they get new chemicals? This is a very wealthy school and they're telling us that they're going to shut down the Theatre Arts department? I was looking forward to their new production. I mean, they-"

"Sherlock. You're not concentrating anymore." John put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "You might burn down the school at this rate."

John watched Sherlock wipe the spilled chemicals from the table and properly dispose of them. He patiently waited for Sherlock to return to the table to speak with him.

"Why are you here, John? I really don't know why you're here," Sherlock said, removing his goggles. "So tell me."

"I just want to say sorry. I'm still mad at you, but I kind of miss your company." Sherlock looked at John confusedly, before a huge grin sprouted on his face.

"Well, I'm glad. And I'm sorry I shouted at you," Sherlock said.

"I would hug you, but you aren't safe to hug right now," John said.

"When had I ever been safe, John? Besides, there's a thing called 'shower'!" John laughed at Sherlock's small attempt of humor, losing all anger towards him and hugged him instead.

Most boys' hugs would be swift and quick or a man hug that would be the highest rank of friendship already, but moments like these deserved a real hug. One, where they squeezed you because you needed it and you returned it whole heartedly. Or maybe, it was just such a long time since the other had hugged out of joy and needed to feel human again. 

A/N: OOOOHHH!!! Johny boy has fallen! And maybe hard!

But again, we need conflicts and expect more to come.

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