Author's Note: Like I said, this is my first Greaser!lock type thing, and I don't know if it'll work. So, read and enjoy, and R&R. Hopefully? Please? Haha.. And yes, this is based on a song... The italics are a basic summary as well as lyrics... Don't judge.. anyway, R&R. Enjoy! :-)

You Can Be the Heart That I Spill On the Pages

You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly

One: Who's This?

"Whoa, sorry, I didn't see you… I…" the blond gazed upon the boy staring down at him. He pushed his glasses up to see correctly and to make sure his beauty wasn't just something he wanted to see. No, it was there. The high cheekbones were caressed by soft and dark curls that lead down to his brows that matched the darkest of browns.

Then there were his eyes, dear lord they seemed to be piercing the very recesses of the boy's soul as the brunette stared down at him. John took in the rest of the skinny boy, eyeing his blank black tank and the leather jacket that topped it.

Then on to the jeans the tank was tucked into as they were a bit tight and hugged his waist so well he didn't even need a belt as the blond's gaze went down to the brunette's shoes. They were a slightly worn out shade of red Converse that made him look questioningly back up to the boy's eyes.

The blond gulped as the brunette studies him back. His sea green/ blue (and somehow grey mixed in there, too) eyes took in the sandy short hair and the nerdy medium sized round frames that were about the boy's nose. Then to the eyes beneath and the deep denim blue that made Sherlock stare for a moment longer.

Then it was down to the sandy jumper that was styled over the plaid button down that was neatly tucked into the belted jeans that didn't like staying up otherwise. Then down to his worn out shoes, and Sherlock wondered why he was wearing Vans, but they did look older than his Converse. Ah, birthday present that his mum tried. Well, if he was dressed better they'd look accordingly.

But this boy was a mix and match of many things that the brunette wanted to know more about. But this boy was a bit skittish, as he raised a hand, the other pushing up his glasses again. "I'm John, John Watson. Sorry for running into you like that. my brain doesn't seem to like me this morning. But," he swallowed and risked, "what's your name?"

The brunette took John's small hand, and somehow it fit perfectly folded around his own. It was a bit strange as he said, "Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. And might I ask, where is your head?" he almost scolded as John flinched from the flick Sherlock put to his nose. A bit socially awkward, aren't we all?

"I have no idea, honestly," he almost stuttered but Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Sherlock," he waved as the bell rang for first period.

"Wait," Sherlock pushed John to the lockers, "you're new here, aren't you?" he asked, looking John up and down again as John's bag slumped from his shoulder to the floor.

"Y-yes," he stuttered, "w-why?" he asked, curious, but afraid of this bad ass looking boy holding him by the shoulders to a locker. And attractive, so his breath was hot on john's face and he was blushing like crazy as he stared at that perfect cupid's bow. He licked his own lips in hesitation before looking back to Sherlock's waiting eyes.

"Well, just don't run into me again, or it might get bloody, you hear?" John nodded and pushed his glasses back up his nose as Sherlock let go. "Get to class you bloody moron," Sherlock insulted as John plucked his bag from the floor and practically ran to get to class. Is he straight?...

Sherlock walked leisurely as if he had all the time in the world, and honestly, it didn't matter if he was late. He already knew half the material being taught. He was always bored, though he gets straight As. He shrugged as he actually wasn't late. But right after he had taken his seat, the bell rang to assure him that a second more and he would have been late.

Sherlock sat in the same boring class as everyone else brought out a notebook, he just sat there. The teacher said they didn't need to be taught the rules of the school over again, and they could just skip ahead to the material. Boring… "Aren't you going to take notes?" someone nudged Sherlock. He hummed in confusion as he looked to her.

"What? No, I already know half the crap he's about to teach," he gestured towards the teacher and she smiled.

"Okay then. Don't fall too behind," she said to him and he nodded. And not five minutes passed before she had to ask, "So, what's your name? Mine's Molly, Molly Hooper," she said shyly.

"Hi Molly," he said, irritated that she bothered him even more. "If you must know, I'm Sherlock Holmes. Bugger off please," he added as the teacher started eying them for whispering in class.

"Sherlock Holmes," she gasped in disbelief. "You mean, 'The One Who Can Tell You Life Story By Just Looking At You,'? That Sherlock Holmes? Wow," her eyes sparkled and Sherlock scooted a bit away from her.

"Well, not your life story, but-" he was cut off by slight squealing.

"Deduce me, Mr. Holmes!" she whispered gleefully.

Sherlock sighed, what else did he have to do? "Well, Molly Hooper, you're breakfast this morning consisted of eggs, sausage and oatmeal," he tilted his head a bit, "accompanied by a glass of orange juice. Your mum yelled at you for spilling some of it on your shirt and you simply pushed it off. She's trying to quit smoking, so she's a bit cranky. Also, you were late this morning as you usually aren't."

His eyes narrowed at her and hers widened as he spilled more, "You want to be a scientist when you're older, a pathologist to be specific. Because it's what your father was," and he finished with a simple and easy one, "and you have a crush on that boy over there," he pointed and she looked, blushing.

"That last part was a bit over the top, but it was all true. Ah! You're amazing!" she glowed and he simply rose a brow at her and she giggled, blushing harder as she turned to the teacher again. The rest of the class was silent, and Sherlock was grateful of that.

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Then the bell rang and Molly had slipped something in the pocket of Sherlock's jacket. "If you ever get lonely," she winked and walked away as Sherlock dug in his pocket. Her phone number, of course. He shoved it back in as he simply put his hands in his pockets and walked to his next boring as hell class.

But that was when he almost bumped into John, again. "Hey, I thought I told you to watch it!" he warned again and John shivered at that tone of voice.

"I'm sorry," he shouted back, pushing up his glasses, taking one good look around, and deciding this was his next class as he slipped inside. Sherlock was shocked, this was his class next, too. He shrugged it off as he followed the nerdy kid into biology.

They sat down and settled as the bell rang three minutes after the class had begun, this teacher liked being early, and now, so did the students of her class. If they finished early enough, they got to talk for the rest of the period. She was going to be cool. This was Sherlock's first year with her, And John's of course.

And it just so happened that the only seat left was the one to Sherlock's right side. He sighed as John slid nervously in and glanced at Sherlock. "I don't bite, not unless you want me to," he smirked and John blushed at that. Not completely straight, as I suspected from the get- go… "Having fun so far?" he asked, though.

"How do you mean?" John asked back, whispering just as low.

"You're such an idiot," Sherlock shook his head slowly as he reworded the question. "How's your day so far?" he asked.

"Oh," John blushed a bit more of embarrassment, "It's fine, you?" and Sherlock was shocked.

No one had ever asked about him before. "I-I'm good. Yeah, fine," he nodded and John smiled as Sherlock looked anywhere but John's eyes behind those geeky glasses. But he finally gave in as John smiled wider, his thin lips looking so pleased that he was able to catch Sherlock off guard.

And then the teacher went on about something about being in pairs. "Wanna be my partner, Sherlock?" John asked as everyone stood from their seats and formed a circle in the front of the room.

"Sure, whatever," he sighed as he sat beside John. The teacher explained the event, and how they were going to introduce themselves individually to the whole class, since it was the first day of school and they had many new students.

Then they were going to turn to their partners and tell them more about themselves. Afterwards, as an exercise of their listening skills, they'd tell the rest of the class what they know about that person. "There won't be any lessons today, just getting to know each other first, as there will be many group projects." At that, Sherlock groaned but John poked his side.

"Hush," as they began and again, Sherlock was shocked still. John just poked him, in the side, his plushy side. His side, dammit, John Watson. Why do you have to be too adorable for me to punch? Wait, adorable? Surely I didn't just think that… Oh, but I did… fuck…