A/N Hi, guys, this is just a little idea I've been playing with, thought I'd do something with it, let me know if it's any good. This will end up being a rather long story, and hopefully I'll be able to update regularly, but I'm not sure. This first chapter took a little bit of a different turn than I originally thought, so we'll see where it goes from here. :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Sherlock, I also have no idea what high school is like in Britain, I'm homeschooled in the US so I don't actually even know what high school is like anyway, except for what I've heard from friends, so don't get mad at me if I mix up stuff or don't put in something that actually happens, or vice-versa. I'm just kinda floundering, but I couldn't keep this in my head much longer. :)

Sherlock kept a strong grip on the straps of his new backpack, feeling a rush of adrenaline as his mother pulled into the school's parking lot. His first day of high school, well, any school, and he was so excited he might burst. Having been homeschooled all of grade school, Sherlock had been thrilled when he had finally managed to convince his parents to enroll him in actual public school.

He felt his heart rate increase even more as his mother pulled the car to a stop along the drop off lane next to the curb. She turned to him, smiling. "Alright, here we are, Sherlock. You be good now, pay attention, even if it seems like the knowledge is a little bit of old news, be careful deducing people, and remember what Mycroft said."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he could tell this could easily turn into a debate about Mycroft's reliability and sense, so he quickly changed the subject. "I'll text when I go into last hour so you can know when I need to be picked up. Don't worry, Mother, I'm hardly an idiot."

She smiled at him. "I know, just remember what Mycroft said and don't be too disappointed, alright?"

He smiled, just to appease her and be able to get out of the car. "Of course, Mother, Mycroft knows best, doesn't he?" The last two words were nearly drowning in sarcasm, but to his surprise she let it go.

"Just have a good day."

He nodded again, kissed her briefly on the cheek and got out of the car. Before he could take more than a step up onto the curb she callled him back. "Oh, don't frget your books, dear." He rolled his eyes, he didn't even need them, he'd memorized them over the summer. But he turned and took them from her through the open window. "Thank you, Mother," "Have a good day!" She pulled away and, as instructed, Sherlock waved at her as she disappeared around the corner. He instantly scowled as he dropped his hand. Stupid Mycroft, acting like Sherlock knew nothing about dealing with people. True, Sherlock hadn't really talked with many people since he'd been homeschooled, but he knew basic etiquette, he would get by just fine.

Still his older brother's words echoed through his mind again. "Now, dear brother, remember, the world seems so simple to us, however, most people don't see it that way, it is not simply black and white, but many different colors to them and you must learn to respect that. Try to be kind and don't get too impatient when people don't understand."

Sherlock felt just a little unease as he recognized again the warning those words held. Was the rest of the world really that ignorant? Surely not, Mycroft was just trying to scare him, well it wouldn't work, not today, not when he was so excited he was about to burst, Mycroft couldn't ruin today.

Sherlock grinned and began climbing the steps to the front doors of the school. He was about three quarters of the way up when he was startled out of his happy bubble by the loud sound of an engine roaring behind him.

He spun around just in time to see a motorcycle turn into the parking lot, with a perfectly controlled drift. Sherlock's eyes instantly began deducing, as the rider pulled in, taking a full turn around the parking lot before sliding into the parking space right next to handicapped parking, as close as the rider could get to the doors. "Kawasaki Eliminator 125, 125cc's, he's been riding approximately 9 months on it, though had to stop for a little while due to…" Sherlock's mutterings grew quiet as he tried to figure it out. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the boy (was that even a correct term for him anymore? The rider had to be at least 16, possibly 17) as he pulled his helmet off, his blonde hair falling neatly across his forehead. He bent down, pulling his keys from the ignition, and Sherlock had to take a deep breath before analyzing the new data he was supplied with. "Given to him by a close relation, most likely father, who was in the army, judging by the dog tags attached to the key chain, though the person was either discharged or died in combat, otherwise the rider wouldn't have the tags in his possession."

The rider bent down again, pulling a rag from the basket attached to the back of the buddy seat, quickly and efficiently wiping away whatever spots he saw on the chrome. "He cleaned it last night, which is why he's so intent on keeping it clean this morning."

Sherlock bit his lip, what a beautiful bike. For several years now Sherlock had been entranced by the power and speed, and mostly the noise that motorcycles made, he was determined that once he got his license-such a needless thing, he already knew how to drive a motorcycle and a car- he would instantly get himself one.

This bike wasn't what he would get though, it was too short for his lanky frame. Sherlock hadn't reached full height yet, but was sure that he would be at least 6', making the Eliminator just a tad short. Sherlock also wanted a little more sound from the bike, the Eliminator held up fine on it's own, but when compared to other motorcycles it had a quieter but deeper tone to it.

Then suddenly Sherlock was pulled completely out of his thoughts by the rider looking up at the stairs, locking eyes with Sherlock. And suddenly Sherlock was having a little bit of trouble with his breathing. The young man's face was open, his eyes, even from this distance were kind, his lips turned up in an almost perpetual smile. Sherlock smiled back, surprising himself with how shy he suddenly felt.

Sherlock wasn't afraid to admit that he wasn't exactly straight. Ever since his older brother Mycroft had brought home his boyfriend Sherlock had toyed with the idea of doing the same, noticing that he always seemed to focus more on the men in his mother's magazines that he did on the women she expected him to admire. And this young man, was probably the most attractive one he'd seen, obviously Sherlock would need to get to know him to see if he could put up with Sherlock's family and their perpetual eccentricities, but he was definitely what his mother would call "eye candy". His obvious confidence and seemingly bright personality was very attractive, and Sherlock couldn't help but admire it.

He felt his face grow hot as he realized he couldn't focus on the bike anymore, his mind entirely focused on the rider.

-X
John still felt the thrill of riding sweeping through his body as he brushed the newly acquired dirt from the chrome. He couldn't stop the grin on his face. What a perfect drift! It was so controlled and smooth, John didn't think he'd ever had a drift go that well, but it had, it had put him in exactly the center of his lane and he couldn't resist making a few more turns around the parking lot trying to recreate it. He hadn't been able to, but oh well, it was the thrill of every turn being different that made him like riding so much.

He pushed the rag back into the corner of the basket and swung around. Where was Molly and Jim and the rest of the gang? Yeah, it was the first day back, but surely that would make them come running?

But suddenly John caught sight of the young man standing on the steps, nearly to the top. The curly black hair was piled on top of the sharpest face he'd ever seen. The young man's cheekbones stood out sharply against the rest of his face, enhancing the quick look in his eyes. John was surprised to see the young man gazing directly at him, and he quickly smiled. He'd never seen the boy so he must be new, either a freshman or a transfer student, and John wanted him to feel welcome.

Then his attention was turned by a loud "John!" from behind him. He spun back around and grinned fully as Molly broke into a run. She had let her soft brown hair grow through the summer and it now hung below her shoulders. She ran up to him, stopping short to gently caress the shining chrome of his bike. "Oh, it's so good to see you again, I'm so excited about school starting again, I missed riding after school." She gushed breathlessly and John smiled at the sophomore. "All in good time, Molly."

John couldn't help but take a step away from her, using the excuse of strapping in his helmet to put a little distance between them. Molly always seemed a little bit too enthusiastic about riding, and Jim had mentioned many times how Molly seemed to enjoy holding onto John as she rode. The thought made John uncomfortable, not that he didn't like Molly, she was a nice girl in her own right, but John….. well he wasn't really into girls in general.

The fact that John considered himself gay was a secret he kept very close, no one knew about it, not even his mum or sister. If he was honest with himself they were the two people he certainly didn't want finding out about it. His parents had always been straight-laced and almost old-fashioned in their beliefs and desires for their children, and John was sure that his mum would be none too happy with the fact that her only son was gay. So he kept it to himself, occasionally having to mention some particular attribute of women so as not to attract attention to himself. But it was a rather platonic relationship that he had with Molly, she just didn't seem to notice.

Molly continued going on about whatever she was talking about until Jim and his gang finally made it over to them.

John wasn't sure what to think about Jim, he'd never really liked him, but the guy was considered the height of cool, and when John had gotten his Motorcycle the January before he had found himself completely accepted by him, and John wasn't really complaining, he just hoped this year a little quieter on the pranks and rule breaking in general, Jim wouldn't like him if he continued to come up with increasingly more ludicrous excuses for not being able to be involved. John just wasn't that type, he was more into a quiet time of studying in the library with a warm cup of tea, but oh well, he'd see what this year had to offer.

John pulled himself out of his thoughts in time to greet Jim with a hearty smile, receiving a smirk in response, and they turned as a group toward the front steps.

John slipped his keys into his pocket and took his place at the head of the group, Jim to his left and Molly on his right. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed this part, feeling like he belonged, that he was actually liked and admired by people, it was a wonderful feeling, not one he was really accustomed to anymore, except for here at school. He grinned easily as they climbed the steps.

But suddenly his gaze was again caught by the young man on the steps. He hadn't moved, except to swivel so he was now turned toward John, his eyes wide, his mouth still holding the shape of a small smile, his body language slightly awkward and John couldn't help but feel that his suspicion of a new kid being confirmed. His arms were occupied with several text books and John looked over them quickly. All AP classes, maybe the kid wasn't a freshman, impressive though, if the books in his arms were anything to go by that would mean four of his classes were AP classes. Definitely impressive.

It didn't take much for John to grin over at him as he came level with the young man. "Hey, how's it going?"

The boy looked down, then back up quickly. "Hi, good."

John slowed his footsteps. "You new?"

The boy nodded quickly. "I'm a freshman." John was surprised by the amount of pride and self confidence he heard in his voice, but that only made his grin even wider.

"Well, then welcome to high school,"

The boy grinned back, his chin coming up, his pose suddenly self assured and relaxed. "Thank you."

John hesitated, he wanted to ask about the young man's classes, if he was a freshman four AP classes was quite enough to be getting on with, much less adding more classes on top of that, but he forced himself to nod and started up the staircase again, just as the warning bell rang.

-X
Sherlock stared at the young man as he continued past him. John, he reminded himself, that's what the girl had called him. John. It seemed to fit the boy well and Sherlock smiled. He kept his chin up as he followed the small group up the stairs, John had said hi to him, what else did Sherlock need to keep the nerves and awkwardness away?

The bell rang and Sherlock sped up slightly, he would need to hurry, his first period class was at the other end of the building.

A/N Me again, just wanted to know your guy's opinions. Mycroft's boyfriend is mentioned in here, you might have noticed. So I've got a question, I am both a Mystrade and Mollstrade shipper so I don't know if I want to incorporate Greg in as Molly's friend or Mycroft's boyfriend... Figured I'd ask and see what you guys think, let me know with a review or a PM! :)