Author's Warning: By the way, I don't like Janine, so neither can you guys… Just saying… And, I apologize for the line thingy not working last time. It was being difficult and I gave up... But, please do R&R

Ten: Well Well, Look Who's In Love

You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'

Mary looked behind her to the girl who had spoken, smiling at her with both a beautifully fluffy smile, but dark brown eyes that seemed boring. "Mary," Mary greeted, after Janine had stated her own name and Molly did the same. Then they both proceeded to help in explaining things to her about the store and some gossip about the manager and how to tick him off right.

But other than enjoying telling her that, Mary thought Janine was kinda boring. Janine was predictable with wearing jeans, but a fluffy ruffled blouse that showed off what little tits she did have. Mary had nowhere to judge with having small breasts, but at least she didn't wear clothes like… that!

Molly seemed to like Janine, though. Maybe because they were a lot alike? Molly was a bit boring herself, but not as much as Janine. And she wasn't as slutty, or trying to act as if she was the shit.

Although, Mary was beginning to think, Maybe she could be of use to me somehow…

This weekend was a bit more than John expected, what with barely resting before they went somewhere new. It was fun definitely, but very exhausting. So when Sherlock started taking Victor and John home, they both declared they were going to bed straight away.

Victor was first, kissing Sherlock for the umpteenth time before going and leaving Sherlock grinning like a madman. John rolled his eyes as he stole Victor's spot once he had left. He liked it better up front. "Do you love him?" John asked as Sherlock started pulling away from Victor's flat. He had no idea where that question had come from, he had just needed to ask it.

"Does it matter?" Sherlock asked in return, quirking a brow.

"No, I was just wondering," he looked to his lap as the wind picked up again, and this time it was cold, as darkness was taking hold of the afternoon turning to evening. Although, there was one thing all three of them noticed amongst all of the distractions this weekend. And Sherlock finally figured out why Victor was so jealous and a bit angry at John.

He flirted with anything, and he did it a lot. Especially with Sherlock, which was painfully obvious. Victor had met up with some of his old friends over the weekend while they were eating someplace, and John flirted like hell with the one girl, on front of her boyfriend! And she went along with it, too!

But once Sherlock and John were alone, John would do anything to flirt, and Sherlock wondered if John noticed this himself, or if it just sort of… happened. But soon enough, John was climbing out of the car. Sherlock followed this time, grabbing John's arm. "What's with you lately?" he asked.

"How do you mean?" John questioned, looking to the connection Sherlock had made between the two, then Sherlock's face with his brows furrowed in confusion.

"You're all… flirty," Sherlock wiggled his fingers at John and John chuckled, "and it's really weird. I mean I know you're single, but come on. Do you have to be so obvious?" Sherlock whined. Why was he whining?

"And you know something?" John started, and Sherlock listened as he finished. "You've been soaking it up, and even returned it once, so what's the big deal? Plus, you're right. I am single, so I might as well make the best of it, because she was the best…." He choked suddenly as he knew those words weren't exactly true anymore.

"My point was, John, what am I supposed to do? You throw these things at me, and I have no idea how to handle them. the looks, the words, the touches," he admitted and shivered a little as John had moved their connection to grabbing his hand. "See!? This!" he held their hands up and John blushed a little.

"You handle Victor's flirting quite well," John pointed.

"Yes, with more flirting, because that's what partners do, but with you? I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, but I can't do it back. So, what do I do so that you'll stop? I have Victor, and I'm sorry, but-"

"Shut up," John said through almost choking on his own surprising words. His palms were starting to sweat again and he was a bit shaky. "You have no idea what it's like to be heartbroken and seeking comfort in any way. And mine is through flirting and fluffy things. Besides, you're- never mind. You know what? I don't even know anymore…" and he really didn't.

"Well, if you don't know, John," Sherlock started in the lightest of voices, like he was comforting John, because he felt he was. "And I don't know, then who does?" he asked and John shook his head and shrugged.

"I don't know… it's just… she was… and I… you're…" he gave a strangled cry when he gave in and latched onto the taller boy's shoulders, tears slowly pouring over. He couldn't take this anymore. He'd known he'd been way too happy this weekend to not cry at some point.

Sherlock soothed him, though, rubbing his back and whispering for him to calm down, and that it's okay. "It's not okay," John whispered loudly as he buried himself deeper into the smell of Sherlock and the tears he could feel dripping down his cheeks. "Sherlock, it won't ever be okay, and you know why…"

"I know why? Oh, of course I know," he sighed. But John gripped tighter, and suddenly let go enough to look up at Sherlock. Sherlock was trying to figure out what he knew, but once he did, it was almost too surprising to take in, especially with John's soft lips suddenly against his.

Sherlock pushed back, smashing John to the wall of his building and pressing himself on him until their breath and everything became one. And he didn't even realize what he was doing until he heard the boy under him groan. The tears had stopped, though. That was good thing, right?

"John, why did you-" Sherlock started.

"Because I could," John reasoned, "and because… because you're the reason I feel so guilty, about everything. Because I'm falling in … in love with you, and now, you just cheated. So maybe we should just avoid each other for a while, hm?"

"No," Sherlock growled.

"No?" John was confused.

"I'm not avoiding you. And I'm not leaving until you fix what you've done," he explained and again, John was so confused.

"What I've done?" he looked to Sherlock's eyes as he finally realized what was in them. Sherlock took John's hand, and lead them to his jeans, where John could feel the heat that was growing. "How did I do that?! You could learn to control yourself, you know!" he scolded, leaving Sherlock chuckling and grinning.

"One can only control themselves as much as the next person." He bent to John's ear and breathed hotly, " And you didn't control yourself, either," he whispered deeply and John shivered, feeling a thigh pressed to his groin.

"Sherlock, aren't you worried about this?" John asked.

"We won't get caught, that is, if you can keep quiet," Sherlock whispered again, nibbling at John's ear.

"No, I mean… What about Victor?" John asked suddenly and Sherlock stopped moving, stopped breathing, and for once, John was scared of what he might do. Not for himself, but for Sherlock.

Sherlock pulled back, rigid and wondering… What about Victor? What would he say? What would he do? "Never speak of this, you hear me, Watson?" Sherlock wiggled a finger as his breathing returned, but it was a lot heavier than usual.

John swore, "I won't ever. Just promise me you won't tell anyone," I'm not gay. I may like Sherlock, but there's a difference between liking a boy and being gay. Er, wait, oh God, what if that's why I could never actually get a date? Wait, no, I had sex with a girl, I am definitely not gay. Bisexual, then? Ah! I don't know! Sherlock, you made everything all weird!

Sherlock, upon seeing John thinking about and to himself, walked away, hopping in Shezza, and taking off. Whilst John stood there, shocked and not understanding completely what happened… So, I'm crushing on my best friend, and you like me back? No, you're with Victor… Then why did you…? Why are you so confusing, you stupid git!?

But Sherlock, oh he drove like a madman. Tears were welling and he wanted them to just stop as he finally reached his home. He frantically ran through the small garden, and in the darkness, fumbled with his keys in his suddenly somehow large hands. Come on, come on, come on…

He couldn't be seen like this, showing emotion and being confused, afraid even. He finally got the door open, and he rushed up the stairs, stomping and making the wood creak and complain under his weight. He practically sprinted to the safety of his room, as tears did start to fall.

He did like Victor, it was just that John somehow got in there, too. He loved Victor's hair, his eyes, his smile, his… everything. But when he thought about John… oh God, it was like someone replaced his heart with an engine.

He always thought John was adorable with those glasses, and without them. Dear Lord, he was as sexy as Aphrodite was good at pairing people. And in his mind, with this, she had done a horrible job. Victor was there first, and now he's being thought of second.

Sherlock decided he would forget about this until in the morning. Right now, he needed a shower, and sleep. Although, he didn't think he'd be able to sleep after this. But he still needed a shower. Which he did have, and afterwards dressed in PJs. Then brushed his teeth in the silence of nagging and almost unwelcome thoughts.

How do I delete complete and utter emotion for my best friend? And what the hell am I supposed to say if and/or when Victor and I split? 'Oh, I want John now, fuck you and your feelings for me!' How did I even fall in… love(?)… with John in the first place? Ugh… love. So predictable yet easy to fall into...

How's that for a predicament? Hope you enjoyed. Do review! :-)