This is the first time I've watched an episode of the TV show, Doctor Who. It's quite ridicules really. A man with a blue box and his companion running around fighting aliens.
But I watch it for John. Right now, he's sitting across from me in his chair, facing the TV. I can't help looking over at him every once I a while, watching his beautiful face react to the 'unexpected' events.
It was or entertaining than actually watching the show. He looks at me a couple of times too, smiling at me, asking if I like the show. How ignorant can he really be? Of course I don't like the show.
But I like him. I like everything about him. I like his smile. I like the look on his face right after I make a deduction. I like the way he prances around with his funny little brain, not knowing a thing about anybody, but never caring. I like him. Just him.
I've been staring at him for a while now, a little too long. He just smiles at me again ad turns his attention back to the TV. I decide to do the same.
We were watching the last episode of season 1, 'The parting of the ways' or something. It was almost finished. The doctor was looking into Rose's shining yellow eyes and talking softly.
"I think you need a doctor." He said. Then he pulled Rose into him and kissed her passionately. I sat there watching their 'dazzling' display wide eyed. John looked over at me and laughed.
I decided to try something of my own.
"John," I said shyly.
"Yes, Sherlock.." He replied, with almost the same manner as I had spoken.
I took a deep breath and spoke, "I think I need a doctor."