A/N: I am so very sorry if there is an actual JohnLock day, I was too tired to look it up. So this is just meant to make you smile, if you don't smile...I'm so (not) sorry. :)
"Forget it," Sherlock said crossing his arms.
"C'mon Sherlock. It'll be fun," John pleaded.
"I am not going to wear something so demeaning."
John rolled his eyes, "No one's going to see except me," and Mycroft, Mary, Mrs Hudson, Molly, and Greg. John thought to himself.
"Anyways," John said, "It's tradition."
Sherlock snorted, "Sure," he said, "tradition. This is a holiday made up by complete and total strangers."
"Strangers who help you get cases!" John said, frustrated, "Plus, it's only a shirt."
Sherlock started pacing around the flat looking absolutely livid. He was muttering things about the 'meddling populous,' the 'rabid fans,' and 'infuriating John.'
"If I wear it," Sherlock said slowly, "will you shut up and stop thinking?"
John looked at Sherlock, exasperated. All in all Sherlock might not a fuss of he agreed to the completely ridiculous terms.
"Sure Sherlock, sure," John said, "I won't think, I'll just shut up."
Sherlock glared at John and swiped up the shirt from the couch. He then stalked to his room to put it on.
John shook his head, wondering how anybody could be so difficult. Still, Sherlock took the shirt, thankfully.
John almost collapsed with laughter seeing Sherlock come out of his room. He had the most childlike expression upon his face. His eyes were downcast and threatening to bore holes in the carpet. He had also crossed his arms to hide the embarrassing words on the shirt.
"It doesn't count if people can't read the words Sherlock," John chimed, quite a bit happier now that Sherlock had finally given in.
Sherlock, reluctantly in crossed his arms allowing John to view the shirt and all of its embarrassing glory.
The shirt read, in bright blue letters, "Happy Newly Instated JohnLock Day!"
The was also a bright pink heart on the back of the shirt enclosing g a photo shopped picture of Sherlock kissing John on the cheek. Something that Sherlock was certain he had never done.
"Now come on!" John said cheerily, opening the door.
"Come on where?" Sherlock asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Well how did you think the press is going to cover this?"
Disclaimer: The characters in this cute little oneshot are not mine, they property of Stephen (is that how you spell it?) Moffat and BBC America.
