John ran home. He ran as fast as he could and refused to look at Sherlock as he went out the door. Even in the tube, John could not sit still and he taped his fingers on his leg as it bounced up and down. When he was finally home, it was almost six. He tried to unlock the door but his hand was shaking so bad that he couldn't get the key in the lock. He cursed and tried again, finally getting into his house. John collapsed as he shut the door and slumped against it, his mind racing.

"John?!" A voice called from the kitchen. It was slightly slurred and John could smell the sharp scent of cigar smoke. He didn't even move. He didn't care. John ran his hands through his hair and tried to calm with heart and breathing. It couldn't have happened. Sherlock couldn't have kissed him; even if it was on the cheek.

"Johnny?" A girl squat in front of him and poked his arm. She smelled of alcohol and smoke. "Harry go away," John snapped. "Why are you smoking and drinking anyway? It's dangerous."

"Oh hush. Why are you flipping the hell out?"

"Harry stop it. Leave me alone and put that smoke out," John curled up a little bit more and put his head between his knees.

"Tell me."

"Put it out," John snapped and he suddenly sat up and ran for his room.

"You didn't go to Sophie's! You wouldn't be acting like this is you went to her house!" Harry yelled after John as he locked himself in his room. He had to call Sophie.

When John got to school the next day, he realized two things. First, Sherlock was sitting under his normal shaded tree thinking and second, he had the violin song stuck in his head. John sighed and looked around for Sophie but she was no where to be seen. He hopped up on the table the two would sit on anytime they were allowed to be outside and texted her.

'Sorry, goin 2 b late. B careful,' her text said. John sighed and pocketed his phone. When he looked back to the tree, Sherlock was gone. John momentarily panicked and gripped the book in his lap then frowned. He still had the book Sherlock gave him in his lap.

"How are you doing?" Sherlock suddenly materialized next to him. "What?" John stuttered, his cheeks slowly growing warm.

"The book. How are you doing on it?"

"Oh, right. It's good," John drummed his fingers on it and watched Sherlock. He seemed very normal and was acting as if what had happened between them the night before never occurred. So, John thought, if he's acting like it didn't happen, I should too.

"Am I still coming over today to get the other one?" John held his breath as he waited for an answer. The question seemed to catch Sherlock of guard but he quickly recovered.

"If you want. We should ditch my brother though, he annoys me."

"He's your brother."

"Your point? We'll take the tube to my place and save time. He'll still get home. He'll be fine," Sherlock added as he saw John's eyebrows go up in disbelief. Then John laughed and it felt good, which shocked him. The night before he had been on the verge of a mental breakdown with Harry banging on his door and shouting at him to open up and tell her what happened. Of course that didn't happen. Sherlock watched John with puzzlement for a second and then a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. John looked down at the book cover as the memory of those lips on his cheek flashed in his mind, his laughter fading.

"John?" Sherlock asked as he took a step closer, almost in John's personal space.

"I'm fine," John brushed it off and smiled up at Sherlock again. John could tell Sherlock didn't really want to drop it but the taller boy shrugged.

"Sherlock," John dropped his voice a little and bit his lip.

"Yes, John?"

"What was the name of that violin song you played?" John still bit his lip and blushed a little more. He was reluctant to ask since it had happened last night, when Sherlock had kissed his cheek...

"Brothers. It's from this show that I don't like - shows are childish - but the song sounds nice on the violin," Sherlock said causally and John was surprised.

"I like it. It's soothing," John said absently as his mind replayed Sherlock playing the song over and over.

"I'll play it when you come over. And a few more, if you want," Sherlock seemed to be getting uncomfortable and that unnerved John. Sherlock was never uncomfortably. At least, he never seemed to be.

"I'd love that," John smiled and Sherlock actually smiled back.

The day went by slowly and at lunch, John caught Sophie up on all that happened.

"You're kidding! He actually-"

"Sophie! Shut up!" John hissed and smacked her arm gently. Sophie ate a chip and stared at Sherlock from across their spot on the table.

"I already told you last night," John sighed and bit his lip.

"So? I didn't believe it. Well, not until I saw your face. I know you're not lying," Sophie sat back on her arms.

"Yeah. And I'm going back tonight," John tried to say casually but his shaking hands gave him away.

"Why? You're shaking."

"To get the next book," John brushed off her talking about his hands.

"How can you finish those books? They put me to sleep!" Sophie laughed and it made John feel better to hear her laughing. It eased all the tension and soon Sophie was going on and on about some guy in her English class. John zoned out and simply nodded and mumbled to make it seem to Sophie that he was listening. He was actually staring at Sherlock. Energy buzzed through him as he thought of what might happen at Sherlock. He chuckling in his head. First he was scared crapless about just seeing Sherlock and now he couldn't wait to go back to his house. Strange. The bell rang about five minutes later and John happily jumped up and all but skipped to Bio.

"Someone's happy," Sophie teased.

"Shut up. I'm actually excited now," John smiled and Sophie laughed.

"New interest?" Sophie teased and John made a face at her.

"No."

"But he kissed you," Sophie pointed out as the two walked into the class.

"So?"

"And you're not freaking now. You don't mind at all and in fact, I think you want him to do it again," Sophie sat at her table and John followed, eyeing Sherlock across the room.

"Since when did you become Sherlock?" John smiled and went to go sit next to Sherlock before Sophie could say some witty comeback. The rest of the day passed rather slowly and John couldn't help to be restless.

"John, stop fidgeting," Sherlock chided in Math class.

"It's the last class of the day and it's Friday. How can I not be excited?" John replied and tried to stop his fingers from drumming on the table.

"Have all your books?" Sherlock asked as the entire class watched the last minute of the school day tick by on the clock.

"Yes, why?"

"Get ready to run."

"Ditching Mycroft?"

"Of course," Sherlock mumbled and he grabbed his backpack. John grabbed his and Sherlock's medical book and prepared to sprint out the door. The bell rang and together, he and Sherlock took off running as fast as they could. It was a little hard but before they knew it, they were sitting in the tube and panting hard.

"Good job," Sherlock gasped as John laughed.

"That was, what, about ten minutes?"

"Just about."

"Yeah. That was good," John laughed again and sat back in the seat. Suddenly, he stopped laughing. Something just felt, weird. Different. Then, he realized it. The kiss had come back into his mind.

"Can I ask you something?" John whispered and Sherlock nodded. John gulped hard and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Why did you kiss me," it was more of an accusation than a question and John's face burned red as he watched his feet. Sherlock didn't answer for a while and the sway of the car was starting to feel as if it was becoming too much for John. He was starting to feel very sick. "John," Sherlock finally said but the intercom person cut him off, telling them it was their stop. "We'll finish this at my house," Sherlock sighed and John followed, head still down. When they got to Sherlock's home, John still couldn't look at Sherlock or his house. He was so scared of what would happen and questioned why he was even still there. Sherlock closed and locked his door as John placed the book back on the shelf. He sat down on the bed silently and Sherlock laid down on it next to him. He bridged his fingers under his chin and closed his eyes. For a few minutes that's all he did and it was starting to drive John crazy. Just as John was about to scream, Sherlock sighed.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What?" John was so startled he thought he was just imagining it.

"You heard me. Think John. Why else would anyone kiss someone else?" Sherlock kept his eyes closed as John thought. It was so obvious yet, at the same time, John couldn't believe it. It was too simple.

"But you're Sherlock."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sherlock sighed and sat up, staring at John.

"Well, you're just Sherlock. You don't seem-"

"Capable of any emotions? Or, more specifically, love?"

"Yes," John bit his lip again and willed himself to keep looking at Sherlock. He couldn't back down. Not now.

"You are so wrong, John," Sherlock whispered and just the way he said it sent shivers down John's spine. Before John could say something in response, Sherlock leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to John's. John completely shut down. He couldn't think or breathe and completely forgot how to function altogether. The kiss was as light as air and just barely a few seconds long but it affected John so much more than Sherlock saw. When the two locked eyes again, John was blushing furiously. His mind was whirling so fast that it made him dizzy. Good thing he was sitting already. Yet, somewhere in his mind, a little voice was screaming 'more!'

"I told you," Sherlock seemed to be a little out of breath but John couldn't really tell. He was still trying to ease his. Slowly, John came out of his haze and leaned closer to Sherlock. He pressed their foreheads together and tried to hold himself back.

"I still don't believe you. That wasn't anything."

"Oh?" Sherlock raised a perfect eyebrow and this time, he leaned close and placed a hand at the nape of John's neck.

"Then let me show you, again," Sherlock whispered and pulled John to him, closing the few inches that separated their lips. John had to hold back a moan as he finally was able to really kiss Sherlock, the boy he had had a crush on since he first saw him. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and moved his lips against Sherlock's. Sherlock did the same as his other hand moved to the small of John's back, pulling him closer. John happily eased into Sherlock's lap and Sherlock leaned back on the bed, taking John with him until the two were laying on top of each other. John was the first to pull away.

"Sherlock," he gasped as Sherlock smirked, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"What did I tell you? Now, it's Friday, correct?"

"You already know it is," John smiled.

"So, can you stay the night?"

"Sherlock!" John was completely shocked. He shifted on top of Sherlock and slowly felt uncomfortable. They were too close. Their bodies too warm together and their hips... Lord their hips! John tried to focus and not think about it all and failed horribly.

"Sherlock, don't you think it's too soon?"

"No."

"And what will we tell our parents?"

"Big class project. Worth more than half our grade," Sherlock smiled and John rolled his eyes.

"It might work. That, or you're a crazy psychopath."

"I'm a high functioning sociopath," Sherlock smiled and kissed John on the nose.

"I still think it's a bit fast. Even if we don't do anything," John bit his lip and looked away from Sherlock. Sherlock sat up on his elbows and watched John.

"Then, stay as late as you possible can and we'll talk. I'll even play for you," Sherlock eyes his violin at the foot of the bed.

"Really?"

"Yes, really John," John thought for a few seconds and bit his lip even more. Finally, he made up his mind. If Harry could stay out all night, every night and go crazy, why couldn't he? Just this once.

"Then I'll stay. Just promise one thing."

"Yes?"

"If I fall asleep, don't wake me up."