Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

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So sorry I haven't been updating. Heres my excuse: I got into Good Omens and had to put everything else on hold.  God excuse? Well, anyways I got inspired by a bunch of art pieces. I don't know who drew these but I did not. All credit to the artist.

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Johns POV

I looked at the photos in front of me. I nudged Sherlock. "Remember that?" I asked.

He moved to look over my shoulder. He smiled. "We didn't talk for a week after that," he said.

"I am sorry about that," I whispered.

He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek. "It all worked out in the end."

I nodded. "It really did."

I remember that day very clearly. We were in high school when it happened. I had dragged Sherlock into a photo booth.

"Come on it'll be fun."

"Fine." He had groaned.

I started messing with his hair and he glared at me. Then he wanted revenge and stole my hat. We made funny faces. Sherlock wore my hat. I turned to him to steal it back and met his eyes. My eyes flicked down to his lips and he blushed. I felt my face heat up. We both leaned in and our lips met. It felt so right. We pulled away. I saw his eyes open wide in fear. Mine did two. I pushed past him and ran.

The next day I saw him at school. I wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. We continued to avoid each other for the next week. Then graduation came. I knew that we weren't going to the same college. I mean he was going to an amazing collage. He was the smartest in class. The only reason he was in my grade was that he skipped a grade. Tomorrow I was going to leave right in the morning. I would probably never see him again. Right after our ceremony, I was supposed to leave. I was walking to my car when I heard someone shout my name. I turned around to see Sherlock running towards me. He got about a meter away from me when he tripped. I moved to catch him. He was blushing. "I uh well." he tried.

I smiled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run like that."

"You were fine I shouldn't have well." he paused. "Done that."

"It's fine. I mean I kind of liked it."

He blushed. And I realized I was still holding him. I kissed his cheek. He turned bright red. "You know my number. Call me." I said and righted him.

I waved as I walked to my car.

Over the years we kept in touch. We didn't date but she stayed close. After college, I left for the military. When I was leaving we shared our second kiss.

When I came back I got a third.

I still kept track of our kisses. 682. I smiled to myself. "What are you thinking about?" Sherlock asked.

"How beautiful you are," I said and kissed my husband.

683.