The date was October 15, 1997. It was a cool fall night with a decent breeze flowing across the street. A seventeen year old Sherlock Holmes waited outside his house for his friend to pick him up. He still could not figure out how she talked him into going. He looked down trying to recall the conversation they had had just that morning.

"Please please Sherlock!" A young lady with layered red hair and chocolate brown eyes tugged on Sherlock's sleeve.

"No."

"But Sherlock..." She whined. She was American; her accent had a slight country twang to it. She had moved to England with her family when she was six years old. Her father was a General in the U.S Marines and they had got stationed in England. Sherlock's mother had accidently knocked over a tower of soup cans on the girl's father at the grocery store only a month after the family had arrived in England and the two families had been close ever since.

"There is absolutely no way..."He said sternly. The girl pouted.

"But its JOURNEY!" She stated, like THAT would make him change his mind.

"Roseanna I am not sneaking into a night club with you so you can see some band." He looked back down at the book he was reading. It was too early in the day to deal with this girl. School hadn't even started and she was already pestering him.

"It is NOT just SOME band. This is JOURNEY we're talking about Sherlock!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. He didn't even bother looking up from his book. He could feel her staring at him."Sherlock, it's their reunion tour, we have to go see them! We just have to we HAVE TO!" She jumped up and down like a child who wasn't getting what she wanted. She ALWAYS got what she wanted, but not this time. He was not about to sneak into a 21 or older club just so she could see some band.

"We do not HAVE to do anything." He said, getting angry now. "If you want to go see them so badly go by yourself or talk someone else into going with you." He spat that out harshly, a little too harshly. He didn't mean for it to sound so mean but she really was getting on his last nerve. And that was a very hard thing to do. Roseanna stared at him in silence, trying to hold back a couple of tears. She didn't like being yelled at or even sternly talked to, she was overly sensitive, she knew that but she couldn't help it. She hated the feeling of people being mad at her. She stood there for a moment and then finally spoke up, her voice was so soft Sherlock almost didn't catch what she said, and he really wished he hadn't.

"I don't wanna go with anyone else but you..."Sherlock looked up at the girl before him, and studied her. Her eyes were sad which took a little stab at him, and her shoulders were slumped showing that she was about to give up on the concert. He sighed, knowing what he had to do.

"Fine" He stated this firmly. "We'll go..." Her face lifted and her eyes lit up. "BUT, if we get caught you are on your own got it?" She nodded hastily and wrapped him in a hug. He kept his arms at his sides. He wasn't much for PDA. Actually he wasn't a fan of physical contact with anyone really. But he let her hug him and then watched her skip off to get to her classes.

Before he could even see the car, he heard the engine roar. He looked in the direction from where the sound came from and saw a cherry red ZL1 Camaro pull up in front of his house. Roseanna was an only child with a rich daddy, she was so spoiled rotten it was almost comical.

"Come on Sherlock!" She yelled from the driver's seat. He sauntered over to the car and hopped in. She smelled of apples and hair dye. He didn't understand why she dyed her hair. She looked fine with her natural brown color, but since they got into high school she dyed it red every other month. He rolled his eyes at the thought. 'Women' Roseanna had Journey playing in the car, singing with Steven Perry without missing a beat. 'She really is obsessed with this band.' He watched her for a moment then moved his gazed out the window and watched the tree whiz by as the sped down the street. 'This is going to be a long night.'

When they finally arrived at the club, Roseanna dug through her purse and pulled out two cards. She handed one to Sherlock and stuffed the other one in her shirt. He looked down at it. It was a fake I.D. with his picture on it stating that he was 25 years old. 'Where does she find this stuff at?' He questioned to himself as they got out of the car. He wore his normal attire, simple black trousers, a crisp white button up, and black loafers. Roseanna on the other hand had gone all out. She wore a short denim skirt, black boots that resembled a go go dancer's shoe, a Journey concert tee-shirt which she had cut the bottom off so that it stopped just above her belly button and a cropped denim jacket. She grinned at him when she caught him staring. "I look hot don't I?" He looked at her quizzically. "I'd say cold, seeing as how you are hardly covered and it's rather chilly tonight." He stated mater of factly. She rolled her eyes, 'typical Sherlock.' She took his hand and led him to the line to get into the club.

They stood in line for about 45 minutes before getting to the bouncer. Roseanna handed him her I.D and threw him a dashing smile, he looked down at her I.D then circled her wrist with a wristband, then did the same to Sherlock. They both entered the crowded club. Sherlock sighed; he knew this was going to be horrible. He hated crowds, especially crowds of stupid inferior people. Roseanna looked back at him and saw his face. She frowned slightly, knowing he was uncomfortable in the crowded club. She knew him better than anyone, she could read through most of his masks and she always knew when he was not happy and trying to hide it, because that's usually how he was like whenever she draged him out of the house. She grabbed Sherlock's hand and shoved her way through the crowd of people in front of the stage until Sherlock and she were directly in front. Once there she told Sherlock to stay put and then disappeared into the crowd again. After 30 minutes of waiting she made her way back to him with two drinks in her hands. She handed one to Sherlock and sipped on her's. He sniffed the drink and scrunched his nose. He'd never been one for alcohol. He looked up at Roseanna to say no but she shook her head. "Just drink it! It'll make the concert go by faster for you!" She screamed over the crowd. He stared at her, then the drink and then back at her. 'It probably would make the time go faster.' He sighed and took a swig. He made a face as the liquid burned down his throat. 'Crown and coke.' He thought to himself. He looked back up at Roseanna who was laughing at his face. He sighed and took another swig, this one not as harsh as the first.

After another hour of sitting around and three drinks later for each of then the lights started to dim and a loud voice came across the crowd. The crowd started going nuts when a lone guitar was heard playing on the dark stage. Sherlock was starting to feel the alcohol in his system, his vision slowing and the room wobbling very very slightly. He grabbed another drink from a nearby waitress and looked up at the stage as the band came together and began to sing. He looked next to him and saw Roseanna, who was also on her fourth drink singing with the band and dancing to the music. She was in her own world, watching them. He rolled his eyes and took another swig of his drink.

Several drinks and songs later Sherlock found himself almost enjoying the concert. The band started the intro for Don't Stop Believin and he could hear Roseanna scream loudly. She sang with the music and swayed her hips as the band went on. Sherlock moved a bit closer to her and swayed very lightly with her, his brain kind of fuzzy from the drinks. Roseanna beamed at him, happy that he was having fun. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and they swayed together as the song continued. The song came to an end and the band went straight into Faithfully. Roseanna put both hands over her heart, closed her eyes, and smiled as she sighed. He saw her mouth 'I love this song.' to him and he smiled lazily at her. She leaned into her friend and wrapped her arms around his waist and they swayed together to the beautiful melody. He could hear her singing

"And lovin a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh girl, you stand by me.

I'm forever yours faithfully"

He could tell why she loved this song, the lyrics were amazing and the melody was entrancing. Roseanna took one her arms from Sherlock and reached up to the stage, hoping to touch one of the band members. The lead guitarist winked at her and she squealed happily and continued to wave her hand in the air in time with the music. The song ended the lead guitarist did something that no one expected, he set down his guitar, walked to the edge of the stage and reached for Roseanna. Roseanna was so shocked she just stood there and stared at his hand. Sherlock physically took her hand and put it into the calloused hand of the older man; He then got behind Roseanna and helped lift her up to stage. By this time the shock wore off and she had the stupidest grin on her face. Steven Perry then walked up to her and she introduced herself to him and he kissed her hand. He grinned at her then began to sing to her. She almost lost it on the stage. "Lying beside you, here in the dark. Feeling your heartbeat with mine." Sherlock felt a slight twinge in his chest as the band serenaded his friend. She looked absolutely radiant under the stage lights, glowing like an angel. 'Whoa...okay...No more drink for you Sherlock. Glowing like an angel? Really?' He thought to himself as he watched the scene. The song was soft and beautiful and looking up at Roseanna with some man singing it to her made Sherlock almost mad. He didn't like the feeling in his gut as he watched, even if it was just an effect the alcohol was putting on him. Finally the song ended. Before she got off stage she had the band members sign her jacket and then band helped Roseanna back down to Sherlock. She was beaming from the experience she just had. Sherlock stepped closer to her protectively and prayed the band wouldn't pull her back on stage.

The concert went one for another hour and in that hour Sherlock and Roseanna had a couple more drinks. They were not in the best shape as they left the club and headed to her car. Roseanna had her arm around Sherlock and they leaned on each other as they walked to keep the other from falling. "Howre we gunna git home?" Sherlock slurred as he leaned on the car while Roseanna fumbled trying to unlock it. "I's know sume back roads. We'll be finne." She dragged out her last word and fell into the driver seat. Sherlock had a hard time finding the door handle at first, his vision blurry with booze. He finally got in and shut the door. They both sat in the car and stared out the windshield, the car still off. "Pull yourself together Rosy." Roseanna said to herself out loud. Sherlock laughed loudly, something about Roseanna calling herself Rosy tickled him. She finally took a deep breath, put the car in the ignition and started it. They sat in the running car for another 10 minutes before she put the car in drive and slowly drove out of the parking lot and onto the road.

It took them 45 minutes to drive back to Sherlock's home because of the slow pace Roseanna drove and the back roads they took. The two got out of the car and quietly entered the house and got to Sherlock's bedroom. Roseanna collapsed on the bed and Sherlock closed his bedroom door. The clock on his bedside table read 2:00 am. Roseanna giggled as Sherlock collapsed next to her. "Isa school night and we'ere out till 2 in da morning." Sherlock grins. Roseanna rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. "That concert was amazing!" She exclaimed her words were still slurring and colliding. Sherlock nodded in agreement and scooted closer to her on the bed to where her side was almost against his chest. "I still can't believe how wasted we are" Sherlock slurred slightly and looked down at her. Roseanna laughed at that remark and looked over at him, their eyes meeting. Her laugh started to die down as they gazed at each other. Sherlock then leaned down to where his face was hovering over her, their lips just centimeters apart. Roseanna's breathe caught in her throat. She wasn't sure what to do. After what seemed like several minutes, though it was only a couple seconds, she closed the gap between their faces and kissed him hard. Sherlock, who was caught off guard, pulled away quickly and sat up. Roseanna sat up after him blushing a deep red. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what I wa..." She was abruptly caught off guard when she felt his forehead collide with her's. He shook his head slightly then leaned back in for the kiss. It was sloppy, their teeth and tongues clashing together. His hands slid up her torso clumsily and pushed her jacket off her body. He then placed them firmly, well firmly for a drunk horny teenager, on her waist as they continued their sloppy drunken kiss.

He jumped slightly when he felt hands on his chest fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He reached down and helped her take it off and then pulled her back against his body fell back on the bed with her on top of him. She sat up, straddling his waist and stripped off her top and tossed it off, unsure and not really caring where it landed. She reached back down and kissed him again. He reached his hand behind her back and fumbled with her bra. Inexperienenced with this, he ended up letting Roseanna reach back and unhook it for him. He flipped them over, almost falling off the bed in the process, and attacked her neck with bites and kisses. His inexperienced hands found their way to her chest and he squeezed. Roseanna whelped in pain and Sherlock quickly moved his hand away and moved them back to her waist. Somewhere between the making out and rolling around on the bed Sherlock had lost his trousers and Roseanna's skirt had mysteriously disappeared. He looked down the length of her body to find out she was not wearing panties. His hard cock peaked through the slit in his boxers. Roseanna leaned down and yanked the boxers off and took hold of his length. She run her hand up and down unsure if she was doing it right. She tried to recall movies she had seen, or stories she had heard from her friends. After a couple of minutes and rubbing him though Sherlock shooed her hand away and moved his cock her entrance. She tensed slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. He started to push his way into her, not noticing her pain stricken face. He moved in and out of her slowly and Roseanna winced in pain. Tears stung her eyes as he continued to move in her. 'Damn this hurts...'she thought to herself. 'I mean this really fucking hurts.' She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him onto of her so she could bury her face into his neck. "Are you okay?" His voice was muffled against her neck as he continued the sloppy rhythm he had developed. She just nodded yes and squeezed her eyes shut. Sherlock's pace suddenly quickened and after a couple more thrust he pulled out just in time to ejaculate all over the sheets on his bed. He looked down at the mess, not sure what to think. Roseanna rolled into a ball on her side and pulls herself together. She felt the sheet under tug and she slowly lifted up so Sherlock could yank off the soiled sheet. He then crawled into bed next to her and pulled the blanket over the two of them. After several minutes sleep consumed them both.