A/N: I planned to upload this sooner but I am currently working on a project about the founder of eBay .

I sat on my bed thinking. Thinking about how my plan had already been soiled. The only thing I had told myself was not to interact with anyone. Even though it was nothing more than a few smiles and waves, I knew I wouldn't last very long without finding more out about him. He is fascinating. He sat in quiet while everyone else bounced around the classroom talking to each other. I couldn't see why anyone wouldn't like him. I didn't know him yet, but I still couldn't see how no one was even trying to talk to him.

I picked up the French fry on the plate next to me. Dad could have one of my favorite meals set up in the kitchen and I still wouldn't come. I was content with the small plate of food if it meant not seeing him. I put the fry in my mouth as my phone buzzed. When I picked it up it was just another text from my mother. I hadn't opened any of them so the screen read "Mom: 37 messages." I didn't need to open them. I knew what they were going to say. They would ask me if I was okay, how my dad was, and other things of the like. She knew the answers. The only reason she probably was probably texting me for was out of boredom. I sighed and put my mobile back on the bedside table and started counting the imperfections on the ceiling and walls.

When I looked at my paper at the end of class I realized I had only taken about a fourth of the notes and the rest of the paper, front and back, was covered in doodles. As I went to put the nearly useless paper in my folder, I noticed somebody in front of my desk.

"You can have my notes. I know it all anyways," I looked up to see whom the voice belonged to and it was the same boy from yesterday. He was the one who broke my plan into pieces, the one with the stunning blue eyes. He was holding out his neatly token notes for me.

"Ah- thank you," I said clumsily. Before I could ask his name, he was gone. I looked at the paper that was just handed to me. It had "Sherlock" and the date scribbled across the top. "Sherlock, that's a peculiar name," I said to quietly to myself. I tucked the paper gently into the pocket of my binder, away from my other papers which were slightly out of order.

I walked into my next class, English, just as the bell rang. I sat down in my seat. I was now even more aware of Sherlock's presence than I was the day before.

"What took you?" He said, smiling softly. Before I could answer, he had turned back to face the front of the class. While the teacher was still sitting at his desk, looking carefully at his computer screen, I scribbled a quick note. It read-

Do you want to hang out later?

-JW

I wrote my name, John Watson, in smaller handwriting next to my initials. I slid the note onto his desk. It wasn't long before I had one back.

I'd love to.

-SH

He did the same with his name and wrote it next to his initials. His name is Sherlock Holmes. I had an overwhelming desire to say it out loud, but I will wait until I'm not in class. I couldn't help the corners of my mouth from turning slightly upwards.

It seemed like class lasted longer than usual that day; the day altogether seemed dreadfully long, but as promised it eventually came to an end and Sherlock was waiting patiently for me to finish putting my stuff in my locker before we set off.

"Do you have something in mind?" He asked once my locker was shut. To be honest, I didn't even think to decide that. I was too concentrated on trying to make the clock move faster.

"No," I said when I couldn't devise an idea. I looked off to the side, slightly embarrassed and worried he would just leave.

"That's okay," He said with a smile. The same smile that nearly killed me the first time I saw it. It was amazing. "I know where we can go," He said after a moment.

Once we were outside I asked where we were going, but he said nothing. He just grabbed my wrist lightly and said "You'll see. It's this way."

I just nodded and sped up to keep up with him long strides. His long legs made it harder from me to keep up with him if I was walking at my normal pace, but he didn't seem to notice. After a moment I stopped to catch my breath. "Could you walk a little slower?" I asked.

To my surprise he slipped his hand from my wrist to my hand as he nodded. I could feel the heat rising to my face so I looked away. When I heard a soft laugh I knew that he had noticed. He pulled his arm to his side so I came closer to him. Now I wasn't walking behind him, but rather directly next to him. It felt nice in a strange way. I couldn't help but to think how odd it is that I can feel so uplifted just by being next to him. We haven't even had a proper conversation yet and I still feel like this.

The next ten minutes must have flown away in my thoughts, because after what seemed like a second he had stopped walking. I looked around. We were at a small clearing by a lake. There were trees blocking the view of the main road. From outside, you wouldn't be able to tell there was a clearing here at all, and from the inside, the road was practically invisible.

"Is this it?" I asked.

"Yes," He replied. Concern leaked over his face. "Do you not like it?" He looked towards the lake.

"No!" I said quickly. "It is amazing," I continued, more calmly. It truly is. Everything about it seemed unreal. I wanted to scream how much I loved it, but I defiantly wasn't about to do that. "How did you find this place?" I said, still amazed by it all.

"Well," Sherlock said, clearly pondering what he was about to say. "I guess I should fill you in," he paused "There are some things you should probably know," he finished after some thought.

I shifted my weight a bit. I wanted to hear, but I was unsure what to expect. He must have somewhat noticed my discomfort, because he sat down and patted the ground next to him. I took the gesture and sat down right next to him. I looked at him then couldn't break his gaze. Since I couldn't look away, I just stared into his eyes until he spoke.

"So," he said at last. He touched his pointer fingers together and sighed. I couldn't help the corners of my mouth turning slightly up. He was truly adorable and he probably didn't even realize it. He opened his mouth to speak and I could tell what he was about to say would be painful for him.