So… I've decided to do all of these little teasers. This is only the first. There are a lot coming up. I was feeling a little evil. The thing is, they are necessary to fill in the story line. Because some of this stuff comes up later. This one may be short, but I promise, the next chapter is sooo much longer! Anyways, please review! Pretty please, I want to hear from all the readers!
Note: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I have changed some of their personalities and ages for my purposes. Basically, I still own nothing.
Chapter 2.5: Sherlock Gossips and John Questions
John
John looked at Sherlock sitting across from him. He must have totally forgotten that today was the one year anniversary of our friendship, John thought to himself. Instead, he goes on and on about his classmates.
"…And then there is this bloke named Anderson. Not exceptionally bright. But he thinks he is. He is dating Sally, that girl I told you about earlier. There's a match made in heaven."
It was all John could do not to roll his eyes, but forced himself to listen. Do not think about Sherlock's new coat he got for Christmas. Or how it is a dark blue, calf-length frock coat. Or how he wears it with the collar up. John, he reprimanded himself, focus on Sherlock. It could be important.
"…Molly Hooper is an exception, I find. She is actually quite smart and can learn quickly, but she is terrible at taking hints from what I've seen. Not currently dating anyone."
John figured that this was Sherlock's way of keeping busy. He tried to be understanding, but he really just wanted to go outside and play.
"…Now, John, you will find this next one particularly fascinating. John. Please listen. I promise you can go and play after this one."
"Fine, Sherlock. Just get a move on."
"Greg Lestrade. In tertiary. Not an idiot, but not exceptionally bright either. In charge of the hall monitors and all other monitors. But here comes the strange part. In a relationship…with Mycroft."
John thought it over. "That isn't that strange, Sherlock. I'm friends with you."
Sherlock smacked his head with his hand. "I forgot sometimes that we don't think on the same level, John. I didn't mean as friends, John. I meant that they are dating."
"Oh." That was all that John could think to say. He walked out of the lunchroom and then went outside, not even sure of what he was doing.
Are Sherlock and I dating, John asked himself. No, of course we aren't. Dating is for older kids. But will we date, John queried. I mean, I like him, I would go with him anywhere, but date him? That's for the future to decide.
So…what did you think? Did you like all the little hints at ships I made? I promised them, didn't I? Anyway, please review. It could just be a long rant to me about anything or just a single letter. Anything is good with me.