Drowning

John

Hi people! It's me, this is so much fun I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am.
This is following John, clue's in the title.
I hope you enjoy, and please comment criticism, or just comment to let me know you enjoyed it, thanks.

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John stormed out of the house slamming the shiny black door behind him.

"What the hell just happened" he thought to him self.

It was raining heavily but he didn't care his legs carried him away from 221B Baker Street, away from Sherlock. 

John walked for about an hour his mind was a blur of images sounds and moments he and Sherlock had shared together, he couldn't process what Sherlock had done.

John stopped and looked out over the Thames resting his forearms on the stone wall, he sighed trying to clear his head, he wasn't angry at Sherlock, in fact he secretly wished it had gone on a bit longer. But he wasn't gay, was he?

"Jesus Crist" John muttered under his breath, it was so much of a shock to John, did Sherlock feel that way about him? Could Sherlock feel that way about him? Did he feel that way about Sherlock?

John turned his face up to the sky, letting the heavy drops of rain fall onto his face. Where would he be without his detective? Probably bored out his mind, maybe shooting holes in the wall at 3:30 in the morning, John smiled to him self remembering his flat mate, but he wasn't gay was he? Maybe he was, maybe Sherlock was the first?

John was confused and tired, he wanted nothing more than to go back and talk to Sherlock, to explain himself but he couldn't go back now, not after he had said he wasn't gay and than stormed out of the house like a child.

John groaned, running a hand through his soaking hair.

"I've really screwed this up haven't I" he whispered to him self.

"Hey John, you alright?" Called a voice behind him.

John turned and leant his back against the wall casually "yeah I'm good Sally, how are you?"

Sally Donovan Stopped next to John "eh I'm good" she looks at John for a couple of seconds, "you sure you're alright?" Concern etching her voice.

"This girl" sighed John.

"She reject you?" Donovan said turning to lean against the wall next to John.

"No, I sought of rejected her, I mean it was all so sudden, I just freaked out I guess" John said turning his head to face her.

"Listen, John do you like her?" Sally said.

John ran a wet hand down his face "I don't know, I have always seen her as a really good friend, but I wouldn't mind becoming something more, but what if it doesn't work out you know"

"So you like her" she stated.

"Yeah, I guess I do" John smiled.

Sally pushed her self off the wall, "well I hope you sought everything out, and the freak doesn't ruin everything for you" she gave him a sympathetic look as she walked away into the darkness.

John chuckled to him self, if only she knew.

He stood up and walked to the road, he tried and failed to catch a cab, he was cold and soaked through to his skin, if only Sherlock were here, he could catch a taxi straight away, but it looked like he was going to have to walk home cold. John smiled to him self as he headed towards Baker Street. Towards Sherlock.

He knew what he was going to do.
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Well for anyone who is reading, here you go.

Next chapter is going to be about Sherlock.

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