Sherlock's P.O.V John walked into the lounge humming along with the radio, a odd song called Girlfriend was playing. For once the music made sense. "I don't like her." "What?" John stopped humming and stood staring at me, his confusion obvious. "Don't like?" "The girl you meet, Shelia. I don't like her." John continued to stare at me before leaning on the back of his chair, laughing. "So that's it then. Oh you don't like her, never mind, I'll just never call her or ask her out. Coincidentally have you even meet her?" "Nooo…." Something's going on. "If you haven't meet her how can you not like her?" "I never like your girlfriends John." "What brought this on then? You've never been interested in my love life before." Instead of answering I stared blankly at him before pointing to the radio just as the chorus started. Hey, Hey, You, You. I don't like your girlfriend. No way, No way. I think you need a new one. Hey, Hey, You, You I could be your girlfriend. I watched as John stared at the radio, his confusion obvious. I can see the way, I see the way you look at me. And even when you look away I know you think of me. I know you talk about me all the time, again and again (again, again,again). So come over here, tell me what I wanna hear. Better yet make your girlfriend disappear…. John stared at me as I started humming along. "Wow, uh Sherlock. Did you have anything to do with this?" "No." We stood listening to the radio until the song played out. "And that was Avril Lavinge's song Girlfriend requested for John with the message 'Get a clue.' Whoever they are lets wish them luck folks! Now we have a new track from…" There was silence in the flat as John turned the radio off and I stared at the floor. Oh shit. Why did I do that? He's going to know it was me straight away. No, he could think it's one of his admirers', he has enough of them. "Sherlock?" I jumped as John voice played in my ear. When I turned around I was looking right into his eyes. "Did you have anything to do with that song being played?" Why is my throat so dry? "Yes." "Sherlock, you're the detective. Give me a clue." As he grinned at me I leaned down and set my lips on his. Trying to ignore my disappointment John pulled away. "Will you be my girlfriend Sherlock?" "No. But I will be your boyfriend." "Even better."