Sherlock sat in his arm chair, practising the violin, the sound of music radiated throughout his small flat however, it came to sudden stop as john entered the room.
"Carry on," said John. Impressed at the detetives music.
"No, I know how you hate it."
"Yeah, when it sounds like nails down a chalkboard," John joked, "actually Sherlock, thats the best i've ever heard you play."
"Well John, I am a very talented human being," Sherlock said with a half smile on his beautifully pale face.
"Wow, the great Sherlock holmes admitting his a part of the human race," John replied with a smile, however his filled his whole face giving him dimples.
"well I personally think, i'm the next step in evolution." Sherlock laughed at the thought.
"Well ofcourse you are." When John finished speaking his and sherlocks eyes met, and locked on eachother, both John and Sherlock felt themselves melt inside, however to hide their feelings, they broke eye contact as quickly as it had formed. Sherlock got a sudden pain in his chest, forcing him back into the haven of his arm chair. John then turned his back to the detective, and allowed a moment for the pain, of having to hide his love for Sherlock register on his face.
John didn't know if he could take this any longer, everytime he saw Sherlock, his heart twinged, and sent a pain rippling through his entire body, and everytime he found it hard to hide the tears, which formed in his eyes. John was not alone in his pain however, Sherlock felt that same twinge in his heart everytime he lay eyes on his trusted friend. Despite the fact they both loved the other, niether one would tell, for fear it would make the other hate them. They were both scared of losing one another.