The next day, John went to find Sherlock during break. As usual, he was sat on his own at the end table in the hall, only this time he wasn't doing his homework. John sat down next to him and Sherlock smiled at him.

"You left this yesterday" John said, taking Sherlock's notepad and pen out of his bag and giving it to him "Don't worry, I didn't read it"

Sherlock took his belongings and smiled, as if to say thank you to John. He didn't want to stay in the hall so he stood up, taking hold of John's arm and leading him to the back of the field where it was quiet. He sat close, but not too close to John, just close enough so he was comfortable. He took his pen from his pocket and wrote 'So what do you want to talk about then?'

"Oh, I just want to know some basic things about you, you know." John said, looking at him as he started to write. On the paper, Sherlock wrote 'My first name is William, but don't call me that, I don't like it. I have an older brother, who is incredibly dull and I would like to speak to you'. John read the paper and smiled. He was glad that Sherlock wanted to speak to him, but was confused why he used a different name. He didn't question it though. They sat together for a few more minutes in silence as John observed Sherlock's behaviour, pulling blades of grass up and picking flowers apart. He occasionally glanced over at John and smiled, but he didn't do it for long.

The bell had gone for next lesson and Sherlock had waved John goodbye, leaving him to walk to class on his own. As soon as he sat down, Mike walked up to him. He didn't look to happy, he looked more worried.

"So, you are in today then" He said, sitting down.

"Well yes, where else would I be?" John asked, confused

"Oh I don't know, at home ill. Where were you at break then?" Mike asked whilst writing down the stuff from the board

"I was with Sherlock. He asked me to be with him. Well… He more, wrote it down than physically asked, but still." John shrugged as he spoke. He didn't see a problem with not being with Mike at break, he'd have to get used to it anyway.

It had been a month since John and Sherlock first spent a whole break together and their friendship was getting stronger. Sherlock still hadn't spoken to John yet, but he was having less panic attacks when they were together. They now sat next to each other in chemistry and Mike didn't want to be friends with John. Sherlock sat in class, writing down his own work as he didn't do GCSE level chemistry and John glanced over at his work, surprised.

"Wow, you know all that? That's… Amazing" He said, staring at all the equations and diagrams on Sherlock's paper. His handwriting was messy, but he understood it, having spent a month reading it. Sherlock looked up at John and nodded, smiling brightly. He hadn't received a compliment like this and usually people just called him a freak for knowing so much.

"Hey, you've got to teach me some of that sometime" John said, smiling at Sherlock. Sherlock shook his head, indicating that he wouldn't be able to teach him.

School ended and Sherlock was going home with John today. As they walked, John spoke "You're doing really well you know, agreeing to sit with me and my parents" He said, patting Sherlock on his back. Sherlock smiled and laughed slightly. It was the first time John had heard him laugh and he thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

John opened the door to his house and he and Sherlock walked inside, placing their bags on the floor and walking into the living room. John sat down first and then patted the seat next to him. Sherlock sat down just as John's mum came through the door.

"Oh, hello boys. It's nice to see you again Sherlock, are we okay today?" She asked, placing a plate of biscuits down on the table. Sherlock nodded and took a biscuit, smiling at her as if to say thank you.

"Thanks mum!" John said, immediately grabbing the plate and putting it on his lap. He pointed at the plate, indicating that Sherlock could take some if he wanted.

John and Sherlock spent an hour in the living room with John's parents present before Sherlock felt uncomfortable. John's parent's kept trying to make a conversation with Sherlock and Sherlock couldn't tell them to stop. Sherlock took hold of John's shirt, shaking it slightly before running out of the room and sitting on the stairs. John walked out, following Sherlock and sitting next to him. Sherlock had buried his head in his hands and started to cry.

"Hey, it's okay Sherlock. If you didn't want to talk you should have shook your head or something," John said, putting his arm around Sherlock. "You know, this hasn't happened in so long, you should be proud of yourself"

Sherlock smiled at John and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He opened his mouth to say something but could only manage small noises. John stared at Sherlock, nodding at him, encouraging him to speak.

"Th-thank you, J-John" Sherlock said, stuttering as he spoke. He threw his arms around John and hugged him, crying into his shoulder.

Both Sherlock and John walked back into the living room. Sherlock was going to leave now, and he just wanted to wave John's parents goodbye before he left. John walked Sherlock to the door and said goodbye before Sherlock unexpectedly hugged him again, causing John to rest his arm around Sherlock's back.

"See you tomorrow Sherlock" John said patting Sherlock's back. Sherlock nodded, smiled at John and then left.