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Pairing: John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
Style: AU teen!lock
Word Count: 772
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.
Author's Note:
lol, its fifth period and i'm in chemistry and im really bored.
haha, hi guys! I hope you like this chapter! More detailed adventures at Ikea to come.
If you've been wondering, I recently bought furniture at Ikea so its magical qualities have enchanted me, and wormed their way into this story :P Anyways, ilysm, sorry for the wait!
Btw, I need some prompt ideas for another fic! I would reallly appreciate it if you checked it out, (The Personal Journal of Dr. John H Watson) and gave me some ideas!
Read, Review, and as always, ENJOY!
John gripped Sherlock's hand tightly as he dragged him towards the large blue building.
They walked hand in hand until they reached the large, glass sliding doors.
As they stepped into the path of the sensors, the doors opened with a whoosh. The AC hit their faces as they walked through the threshold.
"Welcome to Ikea," the young employee chirped, handing Sherlock what seemed to be a coupon for discounted meatballs.
Sherlock's eyes bulged as he looked over to where John was standing.
"They sell meatballs here?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah!" John replied cheerily. "They have a whole restaurant!"
Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"You're kidding me."
"Nope," the employee chimed in, all too happy to join the conversation once again. "It's on the second floor," he said, handing a map to a frazzled Sherlock.
It was only just then that Sherlock remembered noticing the large, patent escalator in the middle of the floor. He just deleted it instantly because he assumed it was nonsense. I mean, who's ever heard of an escalator in a furniture store?
John began to chuckle at the determined look on Sherlock's face.
It was like he was trying to fix together the great puzzle that is Ikea underneath that curly mop of hair.
Basically, it was really cute.
"Come on, lets go," John laughed, tugging on Sherlock's sleeve.
He nodded a curt thank you to the employee and trudged off towards the escalator.
Allowing himself to be pulled along, Sherlock began to wonder what exactly his purpose was of being here.
His big scene in the parking lot disproved his, 'college conspiring against him' theory, so he really was coming up blank.
"Um, John?" Sherlock began tentatively, stepping carefully onto the escalator.
"Yes?" he replied, a step ahead of him on the moving staircase.
"So, since you've proved that you're not going to peg me with Boston Creme pies or anything-"
John chuckled at his choice of words.
"Why are we here exactly?"
John began to blush, yet again.
He hadn't blushed this much in his entire life, let alone the span of a couple hours.
He did that thing where he grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck.
The thing that makes Sherlock's knees go to jelly.
"Well," John began, stepping down onto the step Sherlock was on.
"You said that you hated your dorm room, that it felt like a prison to you."
Sherlock nodded, remembering the conversation.
"Well, I uh, kinda thought that you would be happier if your dorm felt a little cozier, you know, more like home."
You could almost hear the gears in Sherlock's head click into place.
"So," John continued, "TA-DA!" he opened, his arm wide, gesturing for Sherlock to soak in the site that is Ikea.
Sherlock's head began to spin. No one has ever done something this sweet for him before.
Choked up on feels, he forgot to step off of the escalator, and tripped.
"Whoa!" John exclaimed, cathching Sherlock before he went face first into the tile.
He pulled the freshman up to his feet, and off to the side, out of the way of the people who know how to get off an escalator.
'Fuck you, universe' Sherlock thought furiously, never been so embarrassed in his life.
"Are you okay?" John asked concerned.
"Yeah, yeah," Sherlock assured, shaking himself free from John's protective grip, "Just the universe conspirinig against me"
John laughed.
"Well next time, we'll avoid universe conspiracies and take the elevator."
Sherlock couldn't help but chuckle.
"But seriously John, I dont know," he fumbled over his words, "no one has ever done something like this, I, just, I really dont know what to say."
"Don't say anything," John replied cheerily, "Just know that I get 24/7 access to your dorm once we deck it out!"
"Haha, wasn't that implied?" Sherlock replied carelessly.
"Let's hope so!" he exclaimed. "Now come on, lets go exploring!"
Sherlock laughed and ran off behind John towards the world that was 'lamps and light fixtures'
Sounds exciting.
It wasn't until much later in their adventures at Ikea that Sherlock realized that he might have just asked John to move in with him.
And it wasn't until much, much later in their ever impending relationship that he realized that it may have been the best decision he'd ever made.