"Just listen to me! You never listen! And that is why you miss the things that are right in front of you. You don't listen, and you don't stop to look. Just listen, and maybe you will find something that you didn't already know. Something important." I took in a deep breath. He never listened. Never. If he would just listen. He would know. He always knew. Everything. Everything but this. "Just look. You'll see it. Trust me." He just stood there, emotionless. Like always. I turned away from him and headed upstairs. I could feel tears falling down my face. If only he knew how much this hurt. If only he wasn't so clueless.

I slid down the closed door and looked around. My room lacked a certain warmth. The warmth that filled it every time he would walk in. The warmth that lit the entire house up when I saw him. I wish he could see it. I wish he knew. If only. I brought my knees to my chest and lay my head on them. I wiped my eyes and my fingers came back a watery black color. Of course, I was a mess. I always am, I'm just usually better at hiding it. When he had walked in the front door, I had been so happy. That was until he started talking about how awful romantic relationships were and how glad he was that he wasn't in one. That's when I broke. That's when I couldn't take him being oblivious. I just hope that he sees it now.

I stood up, realizing that sitting on the floor moping wasn't going to change anything. So instead, I went and changed into my softest pair of pajamas, and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up over my head, crying myself to sleep.

When I woke up, I had a headache. That was normal. I really need to stop doing that. Crying always makes my head hurt. I got up and went to the closet, grabbing my bathrobe and wrapping it around my body. I walked to the bathroom down the hall quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was up. I made the trip successfully, and washed all of the runny make-up off of my tear streaked face. I then opened the door and moved to walk out, not realizing that he was right outside. 'Great' I thought, not wanting to face him again. He nodded at me, "Good morning Watson." I gave him a fake smile, and he accepted it, moving out of my way so that I could go back to my room and get dressed. I had a long day up ahead of me.

I changed into some jeans and a nice t-shirt, and on my way out of my bedroom, grabbed my sweater. I walked downstairs, determined not to let him affect me. I walked into the kitchen and was immediately engulfed in the smell of coffee, and hot food. I looked over and saw him sitting at the table, sipping from a mug and petting Clyde. I didn't know what to think of this, and went and sat down across from him. He looked up at me and smiled sadly, he looked miserable. I couldn't help but feel responsible for his misery. I was a little harsh on him the day before. "I'm making breakfast?" He said, it coming out like he was waiting for approval. I smiled, the air feeling less tense than it had before. "Thank you Sherlock, thats very kind of you." He pushed his mug away and lay his head on his folded arms that were resting on the table. "You know, I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday, I had no right to yell at you, I'm sorry."

I looked down at my hands, feeling self-conscious. I saw him lift his head and look at me. "And I had no right to make you cry." I looked up at him in shock, he had seen me crying? He stood and extended a hand towards me. I stood and took it and he pulled me closer to him. Our faces were only a couple inches apart. He put his hands on my shoulders, "You're right, I should have listened, and I should have seen it sooner." His hands shifted, one ending on the back of my neck, and the other on my waist. I put my arms around his neck, and as he pulled me closer, I could feel my eyes fluttering closed. When our lips touched, I couldn't think about anything but him.

The kiss lasted for almost a minute, and it was the best kiss I'd ever had. My first in a while. We parted because we needed air, but I didn't want to, even if it meant suffocation. I leant back so that I could look him in the eye. He had a small smile on his face, clueing me into the fact that he had enjoyed it too. "Watson," He said, then frowned. "Joan," He corrected, "You are amazing, and I'm so sorry I didn't see it sooner." I smiled at him and lay my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, just breathing in the scent of him. It was wonderful, and I was content.

We just stood there swaying, our arms around each other. I was sad when one of his hands left my body, he tilted my head towards his and leaned in for another kiss. This one was just as good, maybe even better, than the first. Neither of us noticed the acrid smell of burning food. My eyes closed once again, and all I saw was fireworks…

Yeah so I'm not really sure why I wrote this, and I'm not sure whether to make it into a real story. If I do, I have a thing I will do for it to fit. But its cute (I think so anyway) and spontaneous, and my first not Harry Potter fanfiction, so...

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