Author's Note: I'm so so Sorry this took so long. I've been kind of discouraged about writing and a lot of stuff, but I'm trying to get over it. So here ya' go, the final chapter.
John always seemed angry, he didn't laugh as much, he didn't enjoy football as much as he used to, he didn't smile as much when Sarah spoke to him.
Every morning John would wake up early and was gone before Sherlock was even fully awake. He would only come back to the dorm for a few minutes then head straight to Anderson's. Not that Sherlock was ever in the dorm, he spent all his time in the library, doing other peoples homework until curfew. He would go back to his room only to continue to silently work with an angry look on his his face while John fell asleep.
Sherlock still ate meals with John and his friends, that is,when he ate meals at all, but he was usually silent. Molly Hooper soon became the only person that talked to him for reasons other than to give him assignments to do, she was still annoying, but it was nice to talk to someone with similar interest, or someone willing to fake similar interest.
The first time Sherlock said anything to John after the night they kissed was two day's later. One of the rugby team members came up to him with a black eye and apologized with his hands in his pockets and his eye's on the ground. Later that day he saw the other two that jumped him walking to class and their eyes fell to the ground, their hands went in their pockets, and they quickly rushed past. When he got back to the dorm room that night he said a quiet thank you to John, who pretended not to hear.
The first time John said anything to Sherlock was about a week after that. Sherlock spent most of his time doing homework that wasn't his, the whole campus must be using him, and he must be rolling in cash, but it was becoming a bit too much. He was usually up until the AM working on assignments. John usually just ignored the light beaming from the desk and rolled over, but one night he woke up around 4:30 for no obvious reason, and saw Sherlock scribbling away with his head buried in a biology book. John sighed, got up, and turned the desk light off. "Go to sleep Sherlock," he said softly.
"Sorry if the light was keeping you up," Sherlock replied in a harsh tone.
"No, it's not, you just need to get sleep," John uttered and stumbled back to bed. They became slightly more tolerant of each other after that.
One day Sherlock didn't have as much work to do as usual and didn't feel the need to sit in the library. He headed back to the dorm room early not expecting John to be there.
He turned the doorknob and opened the door. He was greeted by Sarah on her knees in front of a shirtless John. His dick was in her mouth, and her head was bobbing up and down.
Neither of them had heard the door open. John had his eyes closed, but after a few seconds of Sherlock standing frozen the opened and fell onto him.
At first John seemed shocked, but then he just had a pained look on his face, biting his lip and gasping every once in awhile. They both just stared at each other for what seemed like an infinity. Sherlock grew hard watching his roommate get head. Johns eyes darted down, and against his better judgment he smiled. The smile turned into laughter, bridging on histarya.
Sarah pulled back, "what the fuck John?"
He pointed with his head at a stunned Sherlock standing in the doorway. Sarah turned her head and looked over at Sherlock. She gave him a disgusted look before she stood up, grabbed her coat, and rushed out.
"Freak," she said as she passed him. John zipped his pants up and chased after her trying to not laugh any more leaving Sherlock alone.
Sherlock stumbled into the room closing the door behind him, and laid flat on his bed. His mind wouldn't stop racing. He usually could read John so easily, and he'd never been this utterly confused about his own emotions.
He was alone in silence for about thirty minutes before John got back to the room. He came in running but when he saw Sherlock he stood silently in the middle of the room. He ran his hands through his hair and smiled down at Sherlock.
Sherlock just couldn't deduce what was going on in John's mind and that infuriated him. He angrily jumped up and stood close to John looking hard at him, trying to appear as frightening as possible.
John just smiled at him, but then he put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet. "I don't even know what just happened," he started, " but I'm sorry, and me and Sarah are over, by the way."
John looked up hopefully at a suspicious Sherlock. "You're acting weird," Sherlock said still trying to figure out what was going on.
John sighed, trying to calm down. He felt like he was going crazy. The moment Sherlock walked in something changed, something in him just flipped on it's head. "I know," John sighed, "but, I just think we should go back to being friends, don't you think?"
They were both equal parts confused and happy. Sherlock gave John a very questioning look. "I guess you're right, most 'best friends' I've observed over the years usually make up after fights."
John hugged Sherlock. He kind of wanted to kiss him, but he wouldn't not yet.
John and Sherlock slowly fell back into their friendship. At first it wasn't like it used to be, there were awkward moments, and sometimes they would go a full day without really talking. That was just in the beginning though. After about three months they were closer than ever, rarely seen apart, and both of them seemed to be smiling constantly.
One weekend the whole gang escaped campus and went out to the cinema. Greg was set on seeing the buddy cop thriller movie, but John saw one about pirates and nearly went insane until his friends all agreed to see it. Sherlock kept quiet about it, smiling a little to himself. As they all bought their tickets John turned around and winked quickly at Sherlock.
Sherlock and John sat next to each other, with sherlock at the end of the isle.
They were all talking loudly and laughing and being classic teenagers until the lights dimmed. Everybody was hushed and the trailers started rolling. People were saying "oh, that looks good" and "haha, that seems dumb" and so on and so forth, but John was having Sherlock deduce random facts about the movies and the characters and the actors themselves. They were both giggling madly when the movie started. They quiet down eventually and John started to rather enjoy the film.
Greg spent most of the film whispering Anderson about how crappy it was, and how cool cops are. John found himself enjoying it a lot more than he originally thought he would. Sherlock was enjoying the whole pirate theme, but found himself pretty bored halfway through.
After a big fight scene and a funny one-liner from the main character John, without really thinking, leaned his head onto Sherlock's shoulders.
Sherlock stopped being bored. It took him a solid five minutes of thinking until he decided to lay his head down on top of Johns. He closed his eyes and was magically able to relax. He wasn't bored but he wasn't thinking about anything in particular. He was just feeling how soft John's hair was, not actually thinking about it, just feeling it beneath his face.
He didn't pay attention to the rest of the movie.
When they made it back to campus they all ate dinner and then went outside to sit by a tree and just hang out the way kids do. John and Sherlock both mentioned having about of homework to do.
They both rushed back to the dorm room side by side. When they walked inside it was awkwardly silent. They were both just standing in front of each other, John was rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Sherlock I'm S-" John started but he was cut off.
"You're the only person I've ever kissed," Sherlock said looking John.
"W-w-what?" John had heard him. He just couldn't quite grasp it at first.
"You're the only person I've ever wanted to kiss, and I'm sorry, but I just don't like people, I don't have friends, I've just got you John," Sherlock said rather quickly. He regretted each word as they left his mouth.
John took a little while to get over the confusion, but when he did he knew what he wanted. He stepped closer to Sherlock, he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck. John put his face less than an inch away from Sherlock's. He closed his eyes and just let himself breath, just let Sherlock breath.
Then, he lightly pressed his lips to the brilliant brunette's. He kissed him softly, then pulled away. "I'm sorry Sherlock, and I promise this time will be different."
John kissed him again. "I promise."
He kissed him again a few more times, Sherlock kissed him back. John slid his tongue across Sherlock's lower lip. Sherlock slowly opened his mouth for John, who slid his tongue inside. John started to walk them backwards toward Sherlock's bed. John laid both him and Sherlock down on the bed, and pulled his own head up, "So I'm the only person you've ever kissed?" John smiled down at him.
Sherlock was nearly breathless. He just nodded up at John and stretched up for another kiss, which John eagerly gave.
This time it was different, John and Sherlock stayed together this time. They slept next to each other every night, curled up with together. They stayed together when Greg found out they were dating. They stayed together when Anderson found out and told the rest of the school. They stayed together through the sad nights and through the happy days. They were together when John's parents disowned him, and together when Mycroft came to visit.
It was a good life they lived, and they were always together.
Author's Note: Sorry If the ending is kind of lame. I've been is a wired head space lately, but you're lovely reviews made me want to give you guys Something.