A/N: I've dedicated my life to writing about teenage boys falling in love and people still think I'm normal. Sorry this is shorter than usual, half of this chapter disappeared into computer land and I have no idea what I wrote.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or the characters

John literally could not stop grinning. He felt like an idiot but he just could not stop smiling. He had actually succeeded in making Sherlock laugh today, and he felt incredible. He felt as if he was really making this whole experience better for the other man, and a glance across the mess hall revealed that Sherlock still had the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Even having to clean up the mess hall couldn't ruin his mood.

Halfway through washing the dishes, Megan, another counselor, came up beside him and started to take over the drying part of the job. He thanked her and started to ask her about how her year had been since they had last seen each other.

Megan gave quick answers, and steered the subject away from herself. "So that Sherlock kid... That one you saved from drowning. How old is he?"

"He's 16." John thought it was a weird thing for her to bring up, but brushed it off as sheer curiosity.

"And he's one of your campers, right?"

"No, he's actually Sean's but I was covering for him." John smiled, thinking that would be the end of the conversation.

"Do you think he'd like to come to a party tomorrow night? With me?" Megan looked up hopefully.

"W-wh-what?" John asked, stunned that anybody would want to take Sherlock out. Especially to a party of all places. It was obvious that Megan had never talked to Sherlock.

"Oh, you can come too if you'd like!" Megan smiled. "So can you ask him if he'll go?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." John said, his head still spinning.

"Thanks, John! You are the best!" Megan gave John a small hug before running off, leaving John with the rest of the dishes and some odd thoughts.

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John had been teaching Sherlock how to swim for about an hour before he finally brought up the subject of the party.

"Hey would you like to go a party tonight with me and some of the other counselors?" John asked, leaving out the part about Megan. He thought that Sherlock would probably say no if he knew it was a setup. At least this way, Megan could experience Sherlock's rude behavior for herself and walk away from the situation far less hurt.

"You want me to go to a party?" Sherlock wondered if John had actually lost his mind.

"Yeah, it could be fun." John shrugged. "Plus it could get you away from the camp for a while and into the real world."

Sherlock considered it for a moment. "Okay, I'll go."

John blinked. "Really?"

"Yes, John, do I need to repeat myself?"

"Well, I guess I'll come get you at 8." John said.

Sherlock nodded, though the sentence sounded a lot like the things he had heard in movies and books when people took other people out on dates. Was this a date?

Sherlock frowned, not sure what to think.