AN: Deciding to upload my stories from tumblr to here! This is just a random drabble made by me :) Hope you guys enjoy this short story :3
I don't own Sherlock.
"You're absolutely in love with her!" John concluded, quite confident with himself as he and his bestfriend, Sherlock walked back from the morgue.
"I'm afraid you're wrong, John." Sherlock fixed the collar of his coat, puffing out visible airs as the cold furthered in London.
"Wrong? Don't tell me I'm wrong." John laughed, "The way you looked at her earlier-"
"Merely the cold drying out my eyes."
"The flowers you sent he-"
"She was ill, John. What do you expect? Besides, Mycroft made those arrangements."
"The lunch date you ha-"
"For a case, I assure you."
"Then, that time when Molly helped you with your scarf-"
"An act of kindness from Dr. Hooper." Sherlock smugly dodged all the accusations with a sly smirk on his face as they turned the corner.
John furrowed his brows in disbelief, he was so sure he was right. The doctor bit his lower lip and thought hard, until he found one last thing to pin Sherlock on. He chuckled to himself as he halted the consulting detective and said, "I remember. Ohohoohhoho I remember. YOU, Sir, gave her a key to your flat!"
Sherlock's face was far from what John expected, he remained calm and collected as the detective rolled his eyes and gave a huff before answering, "I was at a daze, looking at Molly. Given that she is an appealing woman and is distracting in the most irritable and amazing way; I sent her flowers, not Mycroft because I have failed to be with her that day. We were discussing about a case when we were having lunch, but if you want to call it in such formalities, then yes, it was a lunch date. She is an endearing woman, as expected she would help with my scarf and I gave her a key because we're engaged." He said in one breath.
"What…What.. So I was right!" John said as he tried processing everything Sherlock said to him. "Wait.. engaged…" Dr. Watson's face turned to a grim one, "You mean… YOU DIDN'T TELL YOUR BESTFRIEND THAT YOU ARE ENGAGED."
"I was about to tell you this evenin-"
"So am I the best man or not?" The shorter man was fuming, having flashbacks of the day Sherlock returned, alive.
"You are being considered.-"
Without any hesitation, John leaped on Sherlock, grabbing him by the collar, spitting out lectures and punching the curly haired detective. How dare he hide all of the wondrous things from John Watson. He deserves to know. After all, He was the one who called it (that they'd end up together), aside from Billy, of course.