Hanging out with friends

John had insisted on a movie night with friends. Sherlock had no friends, so he wondered if his boyfriend meant just the two of them. Assuming that would be foolish though, what would make that so special, it was always just the two of them. Sherlock decided the best way to avoid these unknown "friends" would be to hide under the bed. It was childish and a tight squeeze, but he was a thin man and eventually got under the dusty mattress.

"Sherlock!" he heard John calling, "come on down! Mycroft and Lestrade are here!" Sherlock groaned quietly, of course it wasn't friends! He heard multiple foot steps walking into the room he was hiding in.

"Sherlock, I am in no mood for hide and seek." He heard his boyfriend growl. His deduced that the other two pairs of shoes belonged to his brother and Lestrade. He made sure to slow and silence his breathing and held perfectly still.

"Are you sure he didn't just leave?" Lestrade grumbled, his feet shifting oddly, from standing on tippy-toes to the back of his heels.

"No," he heard Mycroft speak and made a disgusted face "Sherlock's too fond of his house for that"

"Check under the bed!" he heard a distant shout from Mrs. Hudson. He made a displeasured noise as John sunk to his knees and came face to face with his partner.

"Nice try, Sherlock." he said smiling. The consulting detective grudgingly crawled out from under the bed and went along with the rest of the night. He made sure to let John know how unhappy he was and stated that he would get the doctor back one way or another.