Thank you for the website and the suggestions. They helped a lot.
I now know what's going to happen over the next few chapters. :)
I wrote this on my iPhone on the bus. Enjoy!
Molly made her way down the corridor to the canteen. She didn't really know what to expect anymore. She'd never had a boyfriend before, so she wasn't sure what to do next. The shock and happiness from the night before had now worn off, and she was beginning to feel a little nervous. Just because they kissed, that didn't mean they were now a couple. And if they didn't become a couple, they couldn't just go back to the way they were before. Things would never be the same again.
She wasn't even sure if she should go and sit with him at lunch.
She wanted to talk to him, and sort things out, but she couldn't gather up the courage to do it.
Deep inside, she knew it could never happen. It had seemed so real the night before, but Sherlock wasn't any ordinary boy. And his father didn't seem like he would approve.
Molly ended up aimlessly wondering around the canteen trying to look busy. She caught sight of Sherlock, who was sitting by the water dispensers, watching her suspiciously. She made her way to his table.
"Why are you acting so strange?" Sherlock asked.
He had a habit, Molly had noticed, of saying exactly what was on his mind, without even stopping to think if it was a good thing to ask. But then, she couldn't blame him, she knew he didn't really understand emotions.
"Oh. I get it." Sherlock said, even though she doubted he did.
"Sherlock, we need to talk." Molly mumbled, "But not here." she added when she caught sight of Irene.
They walked down the corridor and up the stairs in silence until they found an empty supplies cupboard next to the art room. They locked themselves in, and waited a while to make sure nobody had followed them.
Molly didn't really know what to say.
"I've been thinking a lot, about last night." she began.
"So have I." Sherlock said, "Does this mean I'm your... boyfriend... now?"
Molly cringed at his awkward question. He was clearly confused about the whole boyfriend-girlfriend concept.
"If you want to be." she said.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked, looking even more confused than before.
"You don't have to." Molly tried to explain, "What happened last night... doesn't necessarily mean we're... a couple."
"Oh." Sherlock said, looking half relieved, half disappointed- she couldn't tell, "That doesn't mean we can't, though, does it?"
Molly looked at him. "Of course it doesn't."
There was an awkward silence. Part of her was dying to ask that one question. But she wanted him to ask. If he cared enough, he would.
"It's ok to have emotions." Molly said, "I don't know what goes on at home between you and your brother and your father but I'm not like them. I care."
Sherlock didn't say anything. He was deep in thought. He took Molly's hand and looked at her.
"Molly, why did you stay?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I was horrible. I ignored you and acted like I didn't care but you still came to talk to me every day. I thought maybe you were just outgoing and friendly but you never talked to anyone else. Only me. Why?"
"Because I care." Molly said, "The only reason I started wearing makeup was because I wanted you to like me."
"But why would you want me to like you? Why me? There are billions of people in the world."
He looked like he was about to cry.
"Sherlock, you're not just anyone." Molly said, "You're different."
Why was it so difficult to say those three, simple words she wanted to say?
"I don't know what to do anymore." Sherlock admitted, "My brother says that you shouldn't trust anyone, and that caring always leads to heartbreaks but I can't stop thinking about what happened last night. It felt so... right."
Molly was trying hard not to blush.
"We wouldn't have to tell anyone." Molly said, "We could keep it a secret."
"Do you... want... to...?" he asked.
"Yes."
They hugged and sat there for a while. Molly's heart was racing again. Had he really just asked her? Once again she found herself wondering if it had actually happened or not.
Sherlock didn't look sad any more. He looked slightly confused.
"Um, Molly," he began, "I've never had a girlfriend before. I'm not really sure what... What do girlfriends and boyfriends actually do?"
Molly wasn't exactly sure either. To her the word 'boyfriend' had usually been more of a name, or title, a state of relationship. She had read books about them but didn't really know what you actually did once you had one.
"Talk a lot, I guess." she said.
"But we already used to talk a lot."
What Molly did know, however, was that you definitely didn't have these kind of conversations. But then Sherlock wasn't any ordinary boy. He always asked awkward questions.
"And go out together." Molly added, "Do stuff like go to the cinema or have dinner."
"I've never been to the cinema. I don't really like movies." Sherlock admitted, "And we always have dinner as a family."
He was making it a lot more difficult than it should have been, even though he didn't realise it.
"Well, what do you like to do?" Molly asked, "Or we could always just work on our project. It's due in three days."
"Good idea. But not at my house, this time."
Thank you for reading. I'll hopefully be able to update tomorrow, if not the day after. Next chapter will probably be from Irene's POV.
I'm thinking of maybe including some other Sherlock characters in later chapters, like John or Mrs Hudson or maybe Anderson. Let me know if you think it's a good idea.
Can't wait for Series 3! :)