Authors note: This will be a six part teenlock-johnlock mini-series with the chance of there being a sequel depending on feedback. All the parts are already written out and will be put up a week apart from each other.

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In the middle of summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night

- Panic At the Disco

Part one: First Impressions

It had just turned midnight meaning camp curfew. It was a three day trip and each day was filled with non-stop activities. John had arrived early and placed his items in the cabin. He left to say goodbye to his parents and sister then went to grab a night time snack in the cafeteria. When he went back to the cabin he saw a tall slender boy with dark curly hair, about 16 years old. He stopped at the door, his heart skipping just slightly at the sight of the boy.

He walked forward into the cabin and with a smile he said, "Hello, I'm John."

The boy turned with a rather bored expression on his face. His eyes tracked up from the floor and went slowly up to John's face. He smiled when their eyes met.

"Sherlock," He said.

"So I guess we're gonna be rooming together for the next three days."

"Obviously," Sherlock said.

This was Sherlock's third year attending camp, each year having a different cabin mate. It was unusual to change who you roomed with so many times, but Sherlock found it hard to be with people he couldn't stand. He hoped that John would be different.

He had already looked over John's items determining where he was from, why he was there, and what type of person he was, just by his luggage. He seemed like a descent candidate for a roommate so far. He was trying to ignore it, but he couldn't help but think that John was attractive.

John opened his bag and grabbed cotton shorts and a t-shirt. He looked over to Sherlock who was sneaking a peak back at John as he was rummaging through his own bag.

"I need to change," John stated.

"Okay, I won't look," Sherlock lied.

John slipped off his shoes, then unbuttoned his jeans. His back was facing Sherlock as he slipped them down, wiggling his hips back and forth to make them slide off easier. He was wearing bright red pants and Sherlock looked over his shoulder unable to help himself as he watched John slip his jeans off. He smiled when he saw the bright shade of underwear that John was wearing, then forced himself not to look back at the half naked John. He was trying not to think of a scenario where John was taking off his clothes for him, but the thought kept reoccurring in his head.

"Okay, I'm done," John said, and Sherlock gave a microscopic nod, turning around.

John was wearing his version of pajamas and Sherlock was undressing him in his head. Sherlock threw the thought away. It was an unusual thought for him, and one he did not want to keep.

"Have you been camping before?" John asked.

"Uh," Sherlock stumbled, "Yes, this is my 3rd time coming to this camping trip."

"Oh, so you know the other boys?"

"Well," Sherlock said, trying not to say just how much he knew the boys and how well he already knew John. "Sort of."

"Sort of?" John asked. He grabbed his suit case and placed it under his cot.

"I know them in a non acquainted sort of way," Sherlock said.

"Oh," John said.

It got quiet. John placed one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his head. He looked around the room and breath out heavily.

"Well I'm new," John said, "So if we could possible become acquainted it would be nice."

Sherlock smiled and laughed a bit.

"Acquaintances we are then," Sherlock said.

"Or friends," John said sitting on his cot.

Sherlock smiled back at John and laid down.

"Goodnight," He said facing the wall away from John. His eyes were wide open as he tried to decipher his feelings toward John, the thought of him undressing back in his mind. He chopped it up to hormones and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight," John said his voice low in a rasp.

Sherlock sighed and whispered only loud enough for John to hear a hiss, "Dammit."