The Man of The Freaking Year

by MollyHooper

I'm bad at titles, and summaries, so well- this is my first story, so please let me know if I could be better somehow you can do that by READING AND REVIEWING! I will be posting more of this, but it's written down. Like on paper. : The pairing is Sherlock/Molly or Sherlolly or Mollylock or Molly/Sherlock or- AH! It one sided through most of the story. Rating may change, maybe.

1. Chapter 1

FYI:
This is my first story... so... well... um... MOVING ON! I have lot's more written, but for some reason I WROTE it. Like, on paper... :( . So, because I'm lazy... I will just post one when I'm not... NOT A ONE SHOT!

Molly turned the corner at St. Bart's, feebly trying to end her conversation with Evie, the woman she befriended at the coffee shop, when Evie comforted her while she was crying over Sherlock's ignorance. Ever since that moment, which was a few weeks after the Christmas incident, they were the best of friends. When she reached the door, she did not notice the muttering inside, and waved off the fact that the door was unlocked, simply assuming that she left it unlocked after work last night. Molly turned the handle, holding a bottle of water in one hand, books in the other, and her cell phone in the crook of her neck. She tried to end the conversation again, and with a sigh, said, "And I can't believe I love him! Sherlock Hol-"

She immediately dropped all of the things she was somehow managing to hold with only two arms, and a brunette distraction named Evelyn Allison on the other end of the phone, and quickly said "Call me at six Evie. I have to go"

Then, she took a second look at Sherlock Holmes, the man of the freaking year.