A/N: Hey guys! :) I wanted to try to write a Sherlolly fanfiction. I openly accept reviews so that I could go back and fix my writing. I hope you enjoy it. :)

"Darling?" I called.

"Yes?"

"Do you remember how we met?"

"How could I forget?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

It was the first grade and it was a sunny day outside. I was curled into a ball reading a basic science book. I was almost completely absorbed in the book when a few kids came over, shadowing both my light to read and my hope for a single peaceful day.

"Hey, weirdo, whatcha reading?" Sally asked, taking my book.

"Hey! Give that back!" I cried, reaching for my book.

"Eww! That's disgusting!" Andy said, taking only one look at the picture That was bookmarked.

"S-Stop it! Give it back!"

"If you want it so bad, come and get it," Sally called over her shoulder, running in the opposite direction.

I felt the tears forming, starting to blur my vision. I walked over to a maple tree and sat down next to the only other student there. He was taller than I was and had curly black hair. It looked like he hadn't been in sunlight for a while. I drew my knees up and buried my face in my arms, trying to hide the tears.

"Why'd you let her take your book?" came a boyish voice.

I jumped at the bad timing. I looked up at him, he had bright, brilliant blue eyes that seemed to hold so much knowledge behind them. "I-I can't run well," I answered shamefully.

He looked over where Sally ran off to. "If you want, I could get it," he offered.

"You-you would?" I asked hopeful that he wasn't kidding me.

"Sure." And with that he got up and ran to the two meanies that took my book.

I watched him approach them. When they saw him, they started backing away from him as if he had a contagious disease. He stopped and said something that I couldn't hear what it was. They looked at each other and handed it over. He came back to me and handed it over.

"Thanks," I said, gratefully smiling through the tears.

"Do yourself a favor and stay away from me," he replied solemnly, walking away.

"I'm Molly Hooper. Who are you?" I asked, getting up to follow him.

He stopped, turned around and faced me, "If I tell you, will you stop being around me? Listen, from what I've deduced you're a nice girl, Molly. And I don't want to see you get hurt. So, will you stay away if I tell you my name?"

I though for a bit and answered, "No. You helped me get my book back. I like you, you're nice."

"Sherlock Holmes," he extended his hand towards me.

I took his hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Sherlock."

"If you want to spend time with me, I highly recommend that you do it when no one can see you."

"Why?"

"I'm a freak."

"No, you're not! Says who?" I asked, keeping up with him.

"Everyone," was his only answer.

I thought for a bit. Why would they say that? He was kind and gentile.

"Why?" I asked with a sad tone, not understanding why that happens to him.

"Because I can deduce people and they don't like it when I do that."

"They don't like you because you're gifted?"

"If that makes you feel better, then yes."

The bell rang, calling us to go inside. I didn't want to leave the boy who stood up to bullies without a problem.

He was leaving, when he turned, hesitated, then said, "Would you like to go to the park after school today? I always go there since it's quiet. I could help you study for tests."

My whole day turned a complete 180. "I'd love to!"

A/N: Okay. This takes place when Sherlock wasn't a cold unfeeling machine. If you have any suggestions, feel free to make them. Also, please forgive me of any and all type-o's I have or will make. Please let me know what you thought of it. :)