A/N: Hey guys thanks for checking this out. Me and my friend have wrote a fic for each day up until the is my version of the fic named 'Picnic'

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"WE'RE GOING AND THATS FINAL!" I exclaimed. "Sherlock you have been sulking all week! Scotland Yard had banned you from 'interfering' with any of there cases for 2 weeks,Yes Because somebody got into a fight with Anderson. Because being the smart arse that you are you had to go that tiny bit too far and you got yourself bloody arrested"

"I was there you know. It was his own fault for being so ridiculously stupid."

"So you had to give him a black eye,did you?"

"It was the only way to shut him up"

I sighed and walked over into the kitchen to make Myself a cuppa. I swore he stood there for about ten minutes trying to turn the kettle on. I was just about to ask Sherlock what happened to it when I noticed it was unplugged and that they're blender that hadn't ever been used before was plugged in instead.

"Do I want to know why you were using the blender?"

"I was calculating how long it would take to blend a human eyeball with some blood. John do I really have to go to Gavin and Mycrofts picnic?."

"It's Greg, and yes its his and your brothers one year anniversary It will take your mind off things."

" what things my brain needs to be used or I will shutdown, I've told you before that this" He pointed to the top of his skull. "Is my engine"

"Yes blah blah blah just do something to entertain yourself before I shut you down...For Good!" I say

"Is that a threat?"

I didn't answer. Sherlock put his hands up against his lips with his index finger just touching the tip of his nose. I had to admit that there was something about this certain detective that made me feel like I was in a dream. It was the eyes, And the hands, Oh My God the violinists hands It was strange how something so simple could make me feel that way. But as I keep telling everyone I AM NOT GAY! But i'm seriously starting to doubt it.

I looked at my watch. 11:24. and then made myself some toast and went to turn the TV on .And then I reilised today is Monday...I have work today! As I reilised this I already had my coat on and was dashing out the door shouting to Sherlock the situation. No reply as he thought.

After work I had to go over to Tesco for some milk and tea. Tesco's walls were covered in shiny hearts and had various stands with cards imprinted with 'Be My Valentine' Was it that time of year already? It just seemed like Christmas had just passed yesterday. I went up and down the isle's trying to find tea bags when I went down the 'Seasonal Goods' Isle and all the way along there was nothing but Chocolate in little heart shaped boxes. I just couldn't resist so I took the cheapest box I could find and got tea bags.

I stood outside 221b Baker street stuffing my mouth full of chocolates.I tried to save some for Sherlock (As in the ones I don't like) I rushed up the stairs and threw the box at the detectives head. Making him come back to reality.

"Here" I said

"Ouch!What was that for!?"

"I had to get your attention somehow"

"What is this?"

" Chocolates" I said in reply

"Why are they in a heart shaped box?"

"Its the first of February"

"And...?"

"Its Valentines day in less than two weeks"

"so..."

"Its a celebration of love Broadly speaking"

"Its not its a feast day of saint"

"Shut up!"

It was the day of the picnic and for the first time in days Sherlock ACTUALLY slept. I woke up at 6:30 because I had work but luckily the picnic starts at 1 so I had plenty of time. I just did what I normally do on the days I have work. Tea,Toast and telly.

~After work~

"Sherlock!?"

No answer. I tried again but louder

"SHERLOCK!?"

"mph"

I walked up the stairs thinking something was wrong and lounging on the couch there was a sleeping consulting detective. I had to admit that yes he was rather cute while sleeping. I hadn't noticed that I had been staring at him for nearly five minutes he never awoke,well he did when I accidentally knocked over his mug which still had cold tea in it and I may have sent it flying over Sherlock.

"What the-John what did you do and why did you do it"

"It was an accident,Drama queen"

"John, I don't think you have noticed but I am clearly a man, So there for I could not possibly be a 'Drama Queen'"

"Its an EXPRESSION!" I say

"Its not a very good one" I heard Sherlock mumble

"You have to get dressed!"

"Why?"

"Its the picnic! Greg and Mycrofts anniversary. Please tell me you havent forgotten!"

"Love is a dangerous disadvantage. I dont see how my brother could be so stupid to 'get involved'"

At that very moment I felt my heart beak a bit. I just wanted to scream at him and tell him how I feel. How can he be so blind?

Sherlock struts off into his room

I felt a tear falling from my eye. I love him. But as far as I know he doesn't love me or anyone in fact he is married to his work and he always will be.I didn't notice but I started sobbing uncontrollably.

"John, why are you crying?" Sherlock asked me.

"You don't see it do you. Your observation skills are terrible" I said with a slight laugh

I saw Sherlock attempting to deduce me. It took him a good 5 minutes to realise

"Oh. John i'm so sorry why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I... I can't be falling for the most unsociable man I know."

"Yes but you should have told me. I have always said love was a dangerous disadvantage. Because the one person I actually liked kept reminding everyone that he was strait. John I...I"

Before he could finish I pulled him into a passionate kiss. After a moment he started to kiss back. When we pulled apart I looked into my flatmates lustful eyes.

"Your bed now." I said

"what about the picnic?" he said with a smirk on his face.

I didn't answer I just pulled him towards his bedroom.