Cat Got Your Tongue?
Hey! Here is for my next prompt: Teenlock: Sherlock keeps tripping over himself trying to ask Molly out, so John, embarrassed for Sherlock, asks Molly if she'll go out with Sherlock.
Thanks for giving me this! Teenlock is one of my favourites to write! Hope you like it!
Sherlock watched Molly for a moment before swallowing heavily, about to walk over from where he was hiding when his best friend seemed to suddenly appear at his side, John Watson.
"You should go talk to her Y'know," John piped up, smirking as his best mate seemed to jump at his voice. It was very rare when he was able to surprise 'the great' Sherlock Holmes, so he took much pride when he was able to.
"Wha-! Oh.. John, hey.. How long have you been here?" Sherlock stuttered in return, another rare occurrence for him, his head facing John so fast his15 year old friend was afraid he'd gotten whiplash.
John peered past him before catching a look at what his best mate was look at. "Long enough to know that you have a crush on the new girl," he mused gesturing at the girl in question, Molly Hooper, "To think, Sherlock Holmes likes something even with that giant ego of his."
Sherlock wanted to argue back at that but his full face blush had already proven enough to John.
"Just go talk to her!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, his grin even widening when Sherlock seemed to get quite flustered by the suggestion and stuttered to stutter, trying to think up an excuse but failing. "What is it? Cat got your tongue?"
Sherlock's face glows brighter causing John to roll his eyes, something else that was unusual. It's almost like Sherlock was an ice cold robot around this girl and, since John thought that was a bloody miracle, he'd have to fix them up before she found someone else.
"If you want something done," he mumbled to himself, starting to walk away from Sherlock and towards the new girl who was at her locker, "you've got to do it yourself."
"John! John, where are you going!?" Sherlock cried nervously, finally getting his voice back but noticing which direction the boy was going, "come back!"
"Hey," John said to Molly with a small smile causing the girl to smile back, he noticed the books she was holding and suddenly saw one of the reasons Sherlock seemed to be interested in her. She was intelligent.
"Hi," she said back shyly, continuing to pile some books into the locker and taking some out.
"Do you see my friend over there?" John asked, gesturing to Sherlock who pretended that he wasn't paying attention.
Molly bit her lip, looking over at the boy before nodding nervously, afraid that this was some sick joke. "Yeah.."
"Well he wants to ask you out but he's too scared to.. Would you mind going out with him?" he asked her, smiling sincerely.
She blinked a few times, looking back over at the boy in shock. No.. No someone like that couldn't like someone like her. "Em.. I.. Sure?.." she stuttered, swallowing.
John grinned and left her side to go off to his friend, pushing him over to Molly.
"Hi," Sherlock mumbled nervously, moving to send a glare to John over his shoulder but the boy was gone, having done his job.
It wasn't long before the two were chatting and laughing, John watching from afar with a permanent smirk planted on his lips.