Chapter One: I Fancy Him
AN: Okay, so edited this to add John's thoughts but its still in Lestrade's POV, just as chap 2 will be xxxx
Character One: Lestrade
Character Two: John
Rating: Gen
Genre: Teen-Band AU
Location: Baker High
Prompt: I fancy him
Italics: Lestrade's thoughts
Bold: John's thoughts
"First band practice after school, guys. Half four, don't be late!" The head boy announces.
The head boy; tall, gorgeous, bright blue eyes, dark curly hair that bounces when he walks, amazing cheekbones, in short, this boy is like a dream. But I'm not interested in him like that. I like his brother, Mycroft. He's a little shorter but equally as gorgeous. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Greg Lestrade. Drummer of the band. I only joined so I can get close to Mycroft. Even if I have to put up with his gorgeous yet annoying younger brother.
There's others in our band too, we're all friends at Baker High but I've known some longer than others; John Watson our lead guitarist, Joseph Anderson our bass guitarist and Sally Donovan our "groupie". We went to primary school together. I never really liked Anderson and Donovan, annoying and bitchy to the point of unbearable. But if I want to spend time with Mycroft then I've got to put up with them. Then there's Irene Adler our female lead singer, Sherlock Holmes our male lead singer, Mycroft Holmes our keyboardist and Mrs Hudson our agent.
Mrs Hudson's been in the business for years. She got some of the biggest bands out there off the ground. Plus she's a lovely lady, always looks out for us like a good agent does.
Anyway as I said, Donovan is our "groupie", for those of you who don't know the band lingo, a groupie is like a tag along. They basically do all the slacky work and make us look good. They'll brag about a band and get they're name more known. We don't really need her as we have Mrs Hudson but apparently, it looks good for the band so there we go.
But anyway, Mycroft Holmes; fifth year head boy, a couple years older than me but what the hell, gotta take risks, right. As I mentioned, he's gorgeous. Black hair like Sherlock, shorter and broader than him; which I like in a guy and dark brown eyes to complete the look. If I was like the girls who went gooie over Twilight, I'd say he'd make an amazing vampire but I'm not. Even so, I wouldn't mind him biting me, hard.
"Greg. Greg!"
"Yeah, what?"
"A bit distracted there?" John askes, smirking at me.
He's always like this. Day dreaming away. Mycroft's probably stolen his attention again. I don't get why he doesn't just ask him out already.
"Yeah, just thinking, mate."
"Same certain someone as last time?" John winks at me, chuckling slightly.
John's the only one from our band who knows I'm gay, well except Mrs Hudson. I think Mycroft's worked it out though, he constantly smiles at me and I'm sure it just so he can see me blush bright red.
I told John about my crush on Mycroft when I first joined the band two months ago. Their drummer graduated so they were in need of another and John recommended me to Mrs Hudson. I remember Sherlock's remark "you better be good. Sammy was the best we had and I don't one some shit mediocre drummer trying to fill his shoes." Ha, mediocre my arse, I'm not perfect but I'm better than most.
It has to be Mycroft. I mean he's had his eyes on him since like September. And Greg ain't no player, who'll just move from one to the next. Even when he dates girls (as a cover obviously) he treats them right.
"Yes. It is."
"Well, got tell 'em then. What are you afraid of?" John asks, nudging me slightly.
What am I afraid of? Am I afraid that he isn't actually gay and he'll laugh in my face, or worse, tell the whole school? Or am I afraid that he already has a boyfriend or girlfriend and I'm just being stupid. Or maybe I'm afraid he'll say yes and I'll have to come out to everyone. He's in year eleven and head boy, no one will take the piss out of him. But me, I'm a year ten, I'll die from shame.
He's thinking again. I can just about see the cogs turning in there. Man, Mycroft is totally into Greg. He can't keep his eyes off him at band practice. It's a bit creepy but maybe he's just shy too. I mean I've never really seen him with a girl before, or a guy so … I don't know.
"Greg! Just do it. And if anything happens, I'll be there for you, mate. Like I've always been. We're like brothers, aren't we? So just go, alright."
"What about his brother though?" I whisper in his ear, afraid someone will hear me.
"It shouldn't have anything to do with him. And if he gives you trouble, I'll knock him out. Alright?"
"But how can I? I mean we have band practise tonight. I can't drag him to one side, can I? Sherlock will go crazy."
"I'll sort Sherlock. You just tell you know who how you feel."
"I bet you'll sort him out. Don't look like that, I know you have a thing for him." I wink at him good-naturedly.
I know that no matter how much he protests, there's no denying it when he's been spotted staring at him. Luckily, only by me. John's a mate though so if he wants to make a move on Sherlock, I'm not going to stop him.
Oh God, not this again. Really? Why the hell does he think I fancy Sherlock? I mean, yeah, I said he was gorgeous once but I said the same to Greg. At least, I'm sure I did.
"Alright, I'll do it, tonight. On the condition that you tell him, you like him."
"I can't, you know what Sherlock's like, besides all the girls are after him. Why would he go for me?"
Ha, why would Sherlock go for him? Maybe because John's one of the most gorgeous men I've ever met. The first guy I ever had a crush on. The guy who made me realise I was gay. The guy who has been my best friend since we were kids and has always been there for me. Maybe that's why Sherlock would go for him. But obviously, I'm not going to tell him all that.
Okay, he's officially lost it. Me, ask Sherlock out? Ha, no way, he'll proper take the piss. He'll think I'm weird because I'm not tall, dark and handsome. I can't tell him.
"Because you're amazing, John. You're sweet and caring, and you're a laugh to be around. If Sherlock doesn't even consider going for you, I'll seriously reconsider the boy's intellect."
Wait, what? Did Greg just say all that? Man, if we'd just met, I'd say that was the best chat up line ever.
"Greg, don't be daft." He replies, patting my arm affectionately.
It's a good job everyone knows he's bisexual, otherwise he'd have a lot to explain.
I find myself smiling at the idea and John catches onto it, giving me a quizzical look.
What the bloody hell's he smiling at? Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with this goofy idiot. Oh yeah, that's right, because he's fantastic and is the mate that everyone would go to in need.
"I was just thinking that if people didn't know you were bisexual then that would have been awkward to explain."
"That's true. Speaking of sexuality, why don't you, ya know, come out about yours?" John whispers the last part, not out of embarrassment but for my sake, which I appreciate.
I know it's a big thing to ask but I just want him to be happy like I am. It kills me when he goes out with girls he knows he's never gonna feel anything for.
"John, you're bi. Girls love that and boys just deal with it. But I'm gay, you know guys will go nuts about that. They'll start thinking that I'm gonna check 'em out while they're changing."
"But wouldn't you rather be happy then pretending you're something you're not?"
"Of course, if people would accept it."
Man, I love this guy but I could punch him sometimes. Jeez, he's so insecure unnecessarily.
"Screw what people think, Greg. Are you gonna see these guys in twenty years? No, so what do you care what they think?"
"I dunno. I guess I just want to get through high school without getting beaten up."
"Yeah, and if you get with ya know, he'll protect you. He isn't exactly small, is he? Plus, he's a fifth year. No one messes with them."
"Alright. I'll do it. But we have a deal, right?"
"Fine. Deal."
We shake hands and I'm sure I'm not the only one nervous about tonight's band practice now.
Oh crap, what have I done? I've just agreed to tell Sherlock I fancy him. Fucking hell, Greg! How do you do that? Manipulative bastard.
"Right, history's about to start, we better get going."
"Yeah, don't want to be late again, do we?" John agrees as we make our way to class.
AN: Ooo, so what's going to happen at band practice? Well, stay with the story and find out ;) xxxxx
