John Watson waited for his date at the movies. He checked his watch, and a minute had not passed. The movie did not start, until twenty minutes. Maybe he was becoming obsessive, this was their eight date, and he was going to ask her to become his girlfriend.

What if she rejected him?

What if she didn't come?

These thoughts flooded his mind, as he walked around, waiting for her. His friend, Sherlock Holmes, was no help to this situation. He caused him more worry and stress. Sherlock said stuff like,"She likes taller men." or,"Her mind is too superior for yours, she'll get bored of you quick."

He tapped his foot, against the concrete, people passed by until a familiar figure came by.

"(Name)?(Name)!" He called, and the familiar figure turned around. It revealed a beautiful girl, which was (Name). She started to walk towards him, her (h/c) hair swaying back and forth.

"Hi, John!"She then gave him a hug."I didn't see you!I just barely came here, I hope you weren't waiting too long!"She smiled, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"I bought tickets for, 'It's About Time'. I heard that is a good movie." John Replied.

(Name) grew excited and clung onto John's arm.

They entered the movie theater, and watched. At the end, (Name) and John had been hit by the feel-train. As they left the theater, they both were quiet. John broke the silence,"That movie, makes ya think, doesn't it?"

"About life? Yeah."She grabbed his hand, and they walked the cold streets of London.

"(Name)?"He stopped his and her's pace. He looked into her eyes,"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"His warm breathe was seen in the cold darkness.

"Yes."She replied, and she pulled him into a kiss. They broke off for air, as they exhaled the cold air, they smiled at each other.

"Come on, John!Let's go to my place."She suggested at him wiggling her eyebrows in a very flirtatious matter. She grabbed his hand, leading him to her apartment.

"A-Are you sure?I mean, yeah let's go!" John exclaimed in a very nervous, joyous manner.

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