Fifteen

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Sherlock P.O.V

"I see you have made a friend dear brother" Mycroft said as I sat in his office bored, wanting to be with John.
"And this involves you how dear brother?" I said, he walked over to where I was sat and lent again this desk,
"Because he happens to be one of Greg's players and we both know you too are a item," he said with a small smile upon his lips. With that I stood up and left. As I walked into English Mrs McCarthy was just finish rating about the importance of writing, I took my seat at the back of the class as she picked on John.
"John you. I want you to read more of what you wrote please." she said in the annoying high pitch voice. John looked uneasy by this but still he stood and began to read.
"His partner ran faster than a gun shot, the detective sat emotionless, he hardly look alive. the partner,in shock, just looked at him with worry in his eyes, why? He asked the detective..." John stopped and looked at me, he looked sad and carried on, "... For a case, the detective said. the partner knew that wasn't true but it was too late what use to be amazing detective was now gone. Not long after so was the partner..." the whole class was quiet not a word before the teacher could say anything the bell went and John just got up and left.
It was the end of the day, I got back to our dorm and found john sat at the window with something in his hand but as he saw me he throw it out the window.
"John are you okay?" I asked slowly walking towards him, he nodded jumped down from the window and ran for the bath room. I could smell something but it was too weak I couldn't tell. John walked back out of the bath room and sat on his bed.
"Thank you" I said,
"What for?" He said confused,
"English today it made me realise that I matter, I'll try and stop with drugs." I walked over and sat next to him.
"I don't need them if I got you." with that John lent in a kissed me, he licked the bottom of my lip, I parted them a little and he took hold of me his arms wrapped round me. I lent on his shoulder and he cuddled me, I liked this feeling needed, I loved it... No I love him.

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