Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from this series. Because honestly, if I did, hot damn c;
Pairing:John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
Style: AU teen!lock
Word Count:827
Rating: M (for language, and just to be sure)
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. Sorry it's been awhile /).(\ I've just been super busy with school. Asdfghjkl, guys. Don't take several AP classes at a time, holy shizz.
DON'T DO IT
But yes, in between that and me trying to catch up with Breaking Bad, I've been pretty preoccupied. But yeah, I'll try to update asap. And in regards to my other johnlock fic, /The Personal Journal of Dr John H Watson/ as always, I need prompts! So, I'd be super stoked if you left me some :] Oh, and also, this is way overdue, but I want to give a special shoutout to jamesgatz1925! She's a wonderful writer on here, and she beta's these two stories for me. She's the best and you neeeed to check out her stuff! Now, without further adieu, please read, review, and as always ENJOY!
"Shh, shhhh! I need to listen!" John whispered, trying to stifle the endless giggles erupting from Sherlock's lips.
"I'm sorry! This is just so exhilarating!"
"Okay! I know!" John laughed, "But be quiet, or else this wont work."
"Okay!" Sherlock whispered.
The two waited in silence until John heard footsteps.
"Okay! They're close! On my mark!" John whispered excitedly.
Sherlock nodded, black curls bouncing.
"One . . . Two . . . Three!"
On three, the two jumped out of the large wooden wardrobe they were hiding in, scaring the couple who were about to open the door.
"AAHHH!" screamed the woman, whose hand was still reaching for where the knob had been.
"This isn't Narnia!" John shouted, in mock disappointment, elbowing Sherlock in the ribs when he couldn't keep up the act.
The couple just stood petrified, not understanding completely what had just happened.
Sherlock couldn't stifle his laughter any longer, and finally cracked.
John took this as their cue to leave.
"Hmm, better try another wardrobe," he said, feigning deep thought.
He grabbed Sherlock's hand and ran off in the other direction, leaving the poor couple in shock.
The two ran until they were out of breath, and passed out on the quite convenient king sized bed.
The two laid there, catching their breath, legs hanging over the edge.
Slowly, John turned his head to the left and caught Sherlock already staring at him, smiling.
A beat passed before they broke out in complete, gut wrenching laughter.
Minutes passed before the two finally stopped and caught their breath once again.
John sat up, and propped himself on his shoulders, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Did you see the look on that woman's face?!" he asked excitedly.
"Yes!" Sherlock replied, sitting up and rubbing his now, very sore sides. "But I thought her poor boyfriend was going to faint!"
The two began to laugh again.
"So this was good?" John asked, smirking.
"Very good." Sherlock smiled.
"So this was enough fun for you?"
"Yes, enough fun for a lifetime."
"Want to have some more?"
"Oh god, yes."
And so the two set off for more adventures in Ikea, including, but not limited to pretending to fall asleep in the display beds, faking cooking diner in the model kitchen sets, squeezing themselves just a bit too close together in a closet when they were being chased by an angry security guard, and Sherlock convincing himself that the hand on his arse while in the closet was just an accident.
"It's getting late, John." Sherlock noted, rubbing a kink from his cramping neck.
That closet was really small.
"Wow, you're right. I'm so sorry for keeping you out this late! I really didn't mean t-"
"Whoa whoa, its okay!" Sherlock assured him, trying to calm his down. "I'm not a kid, I don't have a curfew or anything. I was only saying that is was late, and we really haven't shopped for anything."
"Haha, I guess you're right."
"Okay then, come one! Let's go get one of those obnoxiously oversized shopping bags and get down to business!" Sherlock exclaimed.
John chuckled. "You're way too into this."
"Oh shut up, like you aren't excited," Sherlock pouted, shoving John in his quite, toned chest.
"Haha, you got me!" John beamed.
"Okay, then come on!"
The two shopped until the lights began to turn off, and the PA system warned them that the store would be closing in 10 minutes.
They made it to the check out area with a bunch of really cool items. Most notably, a weird replica of a skull that for some reason, Sherlock just had to have.
Apparently it reminded him of a friend. John didn't judge though, he had his own quirks as well. And honestly, the way he talked to the skull when he thought no one was looking was awfully cute.
As they checked out, they asked if everything could be delivered to their university, seeing as though they had driven here on a motorcycle.
Agreeing to have the stuff delivered sometime next week, the boys left the building as a very annoyed employee locked the door behind them.
They boys walked through the empty parking lot to the bike, reminiscing on all the surprised faces of the people they scared, and how many times they almost got kicked out.
There were both very sad to have to go home.
"This has been the most exhilarating experience of my life," Sherlock stated, putting on his helmet.
"Well, I'll have to be sure to beat this record," John replied with a wink that made Sherlock's heart skip a beat.
"I certainly hope that you can," Sherlock grinned, throwing his leg over the back of the bike.
John smiled as he hoped on the bike and felt Sherlock's lanky arms encircle around his waist.
John put the keys in ignition and revved the bike to life.
He sincerely wished they could stay this way forever.