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Pairing: John Watson & Sherlock Holmes

Style: AU teen!lock
Word Count: 368

Rating: M (for language)
Synopsis: John is the big man on campus. Sherlock is the new kid at school. Perhaps love isn't a chemical defect after all.

Authors' Note: Hey Guys! Gaah, I'm sorry that this story is progressing so slowly. Don't hate me. It's just, I want this to be really detailed and that just equals slow. And this chapter is especially short because I needed to clear some things up, that I felt I left kinda vague, plus set some stuff up for future story archs and whatnot. I myself am having a lot of fun with this, and I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. Im starting to think that you guys are losing interest :[ please stick with me! Pleasepleasepleaseprettypleasewithadavidtennantont op .

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Sherlock was shell-shocked.

He twiddled is intertwined fingers, wondering what that last comment meant.

'He surely didn't mean it. Preposterous. He was obviously just trying to let the girls down easy. Yes okay. That's settled then.'

Sherlock watched the scenery blur by through the tint of the helmet mask.

John was finally almost going the speed limit, so it was almost peaceful.

The sounds of calm, city life lulled him, and he became once again lost in his thoughts.

'But why me?' he wondered. 'He could have said anyone. He could have ended the conversation with a quick mention of a girlfriend back home.'

Sherlock readjusted himself on the seat.

'Wait. Why didn't he say girlfriend? Why did he tell the girls he had a boyfriend? Was John gay? Don't be ridiculous; he's way too cool. But even if he was.' Sherlock thought with a sigh, 'He wouldn't be interested in me.'

Sherlock looked at the street signs flying by, reading every word they bore.

Angered that he couldn't read John just as easily.


He could always tell a persons life story, just by looking at them, but with John he just. Couldn't.

It was at this moment, that he realized he hadn't even deduced John when they first met.

It was the first time he had ever met someone, and not known his or her life story in the blink of an eye.

So Sherlock furrowed his brow, and focused. He put all his energy into the deduction of a boy sitting less than two inches in front of him.

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nothing.

Sherlock began breathing heavily.

He had never met someone whom he couldn't tell what they'd eaten for breakfast that morning.

And suddenly, he was drawn to this boy even more than imaginable.

A new mystery for him to solve.

The mystery of John Watson.

His stomach began to churn again, and that fluttery sensation returned.

And he realized that this was the first time any person in the world had ever intrigued him.

Odd feelings that he couldn't put a finger on coursed through his body as the bike slowly pulled into the parking lot of . . . . .

Ikea?