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„Hell, yeah." Sherlock exclaimed, his countenance saying the complete opposite. "This is gonna be so fun-"
John mustered Sherlock suspiciously, then sighed as the irony shone through. "Sherlock, is this so much to ask of you? It's only for 4 days; we'll be back by Tuesday."
"We could do so much in these for days- I could solve so many crimes and you ask me to go with you for a stupid friends meet up- thing." Sherlock sighed. "Tell me, why did I consent again?"
"You know exactly why." John grinned flirtatiously. "Or did you forget?"
"John, you use my animalistic needs against me, it's not fair."
"All the time you have manipulated me, I think I deserve my share." John nodded.
Sherlock huffed. "John, you know- we've only got a week left, I don't want to spend that time with these imbeciles, I want to spend it with you. Can't you see?"
Sherlock's eyes softened as he glared at John attentively. "I want to be with you as long as I can, until you go."
"I know, Sherlock, it's just- they haven't seen me for long and-"
"So it's me against them, wasn't it? And you chose them?"
"They're my friends, Sherlock; I can't leave them hanging like that. There's no other chance-"
"Alright." Sherlock snapped for air fiercely. "I will come."
"You will?"
"Yes, every second without you I would regret. Even if that means I get to spend time with utter dicks, you included."
"Oh, to hear such dirty language out of your illustrious mouth." John mocked.
"Its illustriousness has its reasons." Sherlock smirked. "You know precisely what I mean."
Their things were soon packed neatly into a few bags, Sherlock taking up the biggest space, not really to John's surprise. Sherlock never went anywhere without all his belongings, getting rid of something Sherlock held dear proved itself very difficult. Even if it were for a banana skin that he had found a liking for.
Sherlock hesitatingly took John's hand as they seated themselves, their stuffs already squeezed into the back of the cab. This was going to be a long and boring ride.
"John, how long is this going to take again?" Sherlock asked, all the while shuffling closer to John, thinking about what way they'd be the most comfortable in. Once more, this ride was going to take a while.
"A while."
"That's what I just thought, moron." Sherlock made a dramatic gesture with his hands. "In hours, please. I really want to know how much time I have to spend in this shit-hole, no offence."
The cabbie-rider rolled his eyes, but fortunately didn't seem to mind much, since they drove on for two other hours before they finally got to their destination. And the old man didn't say a word.
"We here yet?" Sherlock asked, his head situated snugly on John's lap.
"Sherlock it's two minutes from now, you'll surely survive without asking me-"
"Every five minutes?" Sherlock grinned. "Won't happen again, I promise."
"Well, that's not a hard promise to make, is it?" John mirrored Sherlock's expression.
The taxi suddenly stopped, which left Sherlock moaning complaint.
"I thought you wanted to get out of this 'shit-hole' as quickly as possible." John raised his right eyebrow.
"Yes, no- you're just so comfortable to rest on, that's all." Sherlock yawned. "And I don't want to meet up with your folks, not really."
"We'll make it through, you'll see. I'm with you, there's nothing to worry about." John's eyebrow retreated back. "We'll be fine."
"If you say so." Sherlock smiled at John bravely. "Let's get this over with."
The most tents were already placed all around the fireplace, but a few people were still busy with fighting against them, rolling their way out or, the most popular alternative, screaming.
It definitely was fun to look at, but Sherlock wasn't quite sure if he wanted it for himself. Tents were a dreadful business. At least he was smarter than the average, so there was a minimal chance they would turn out to be alive after all.
"Hey, mate, you're already there." A muscular man said, same age as John, studying sports, happy about initiated break-up with girlfriend, homoph-. Stop it. Sherlock shouldn't do his thing here, he had been told so by John repeatedly.
"Yes, hey- Gerd." John smiled up at the man. "How are things going with you and Lisa?"
"We broke up." He smiled. "She had a problem with me and me with her, problem solved."
John laughed as Sherlock's eyebrows knitted together. If this really was John's sense of humour, then there was reason to be concerned.
"Gerd, this is Sherlock- my, colleague-"
"Hello, Sherlock, the colleague. You two at med school together?" Gerd smirked wildly, happy to see his old friend again.
"Erm- yeah, we're in the same course." John laughed nervously.
Say WHAT? The last thing Sherlock would ever consider to do was go to med school, thank you very much. But Sherlock could already put one and two together in his mind, it was obvious.
He would have to play along.
"Yes, he thought he could bring me around for the party, coz I'm all alone over the weekend. We share a flat." Sherlock avoided eye-contact with John. "I gotta say, 'tis nice here. Did well in finding this place."
"Yes, nice, ain'it?" Gerd grinned self-confidently. "It's my father's."
Sherlock nodded to himself, pleased at his own intelligence. It was so easy to make oneself popular around people, so stupidly easy. That's why Sherlock preferred the alternate path, communication at minimum, only with John.
But he couldn't apply that method here.
"Well, where do we go then?" John asked, a wave of relief taking over his breath.
"Right there on the left, I already built your tent."
This time it was Sherlock's turn to be relieved. No tent, no harm done.
"Good, just unload your stuff there, see you in a sec."
"Where at?" Sherlock asked, ruffling his hair. "And thanks, by the way." He grinned.
"Just at the fireplace, it's gettin' dark, so-" His eyebrows danced a jig. "You know what that means."
Sherlock smiled at Gerd another time, before turning around, his face falling into a stoic expression. Not waiting for one word from John he made his way to the tent, no word escaping his mouth either.
He threw his and John's possessions in the tent and then clapped his hands together. "What a jolly good time we are going to have, hm?"
"Sherlock, what's wrong?" John asked, all sorrow and tissues.
"You know what's off John. I accept that you didn't tell your parents about this."
"So?"
"I don't accept that you didn't tell your friends. Now that that's clear, let's play all happiness and glee, shall we?" Sherlock's face was now covered in an invisible mask, a perfectly happy face shown on one side and the other seemingly the same. "You always tell me to have some fun, so let's have that, hm-? You're my best friend and we should enjoy life."
John tried to intervene, but Sherlock was already out of the door/ tent.
"Sherlock, look, I'm sorry, alright?" John said, trying to keep track of Sherlock's feet.
"You- sorry, what could you feel sorry for? Everything is completely fine, there's no need to worry." Sherlock giggled. "I can feel the life in my veins, John. Isn't that just wonderful?"
"What the hell are you talking about-?"
"Oh, hello- how are we today?" A petite girl said, her bangs flicking against her head in a very non-arousing way that she thought was the epitome of erection. "Oh hello, Mr. Handsome."
She bit her lip and glared at Sherlock.
"Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He asked- knowing that gentleman-like behaviour would certainly turn her on.
She giggled. "Arlene, you?"
"Sherlock Holmes, at your service." He grinned broadly at her and then bowed, afterwards seating himself directly next to her.
"He knows his game, that Sherlock bloke." Gerd said, gesturing for John to seat himself next to him. "I tried chatting her up all night, didn't I Ermer?"
Ermer nodded. "-to no use. He must be very good."
John gulped; he knew that Sherlock was very good. More than very good.
"Yeah, we've been friends for a long time now." John said, as he noticed Sherlock's eyes on him through the fire. The indescribable, beautiful colour showing all the emotions he usually kept well hidden. It only lasted for a second, but it was enough for John. Sherlock was more off then he let shine through.
"I didn't know, you never mentioned him before." Gerd said with his drink warm in his hands.
Sherlock paused shortly in his speech, but then returned his attention back to Arlene again, even more attentive than before. Nonetheless not without giving his finger-nails a good glance first.
"So how are things going with you and Sarah, you both still together?" Gerd asked.
"Oh- yes, Sarah." John lowered his voice, uncomfortable with lying. "Yeah, we're still together, things are going great. It's sad that I have to join the army, it's our 2-year anniversary soon, so-"
The next thing John saw was Arlene sitting on her own, a certain tall boy nowhere to be seen.
"Did I do anything wrong?"
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