What?!Two updates in one day?! I know, it's crazy. I wanted to thank everyone who has read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited this story so far!
This is a prompt fill for ceaselesslyinlove on Tumblr. And also for xAppleDownx who requested more Teenlock. I hope you all like this. Basically, I think awkward, teenage Sherlock is one of my favorite things to write.
Sherlock stared across the hall at his lab partner, Molly Hooper, breathing in and out to calm his nerves. He felt a rough shove from behind him and stumbled out from the corner in which he'd been hiding, twisting around momentarily to glare at his best friend, John Watson.
"Just do it!" the blond boy hissed, waving his hands to urge Sherlock forward. Sherlock turned and smoothed down his button-up. He wanted this to go perfectly, after all.
Molly was rifling through her locker when he walked up, but she looked around when she heard him approach. "Sherlock! Hello!" Molly beamed up at him, and Sherlock's breathing hitched. Focus. Act cool.
He tousled his dark curls with his hand and shifted his elbow so that he could lean on the locker adjacent to Molly's. (He had seen John do the same thing whilst talking to his current girlfriend.) Unfortunately, the boy had misjudged the distance between his body and the locker and lurched over as his arm met empty air.
Molly stifled a giggle behind her hand and reached out to help him regain his balance. "Are you all right?"
He nodded brusquely and straightened himself up. "Molly, I…. I was wondering whether anyone had asked you to attend the prom next week." His gaze traveled over to John, who was laughing behind Molly's back. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at him before turning his attention back to Molly with a smile on his face.
She shuffled her feet nervously, twisting her hands together as she stared at him. "Yes, actually. Andrew Jones asked me yesterday."
"Oh. That's good, then." Sherlock's smile fell from his face, replaced with a nonchalant expression that did not conceal his obvious disappointment.
He moved to leave when Molly's hand hesitantly touched his arm. Sherlock's skin burned at the contact. He gulped, hoping that his face was not as red as he imagined it was. He reluctantly met her eyes, gazing into her beautiful brown orbs.
"I… ummm…. I told him no," she said, biting her lip as she gauged his reaction.
Sherlock felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. He fought back a grin. "Really?!" He cleared his throat and continued, concentrating on deepening his voice. Girls liked that, right? "I-I mean… why?"
She smiled, her entire face glowing with the gesture. "Obviously, I didn't want to go with him."
Sherlock could not contain his grin any longer. "Obviously." The pair was silent for a moment as Sherlock gathered his thoughts. "Would you like to go with me, then?"
Molly stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Of course, silly! I was wondering when you were going to ask!" With that, Molly slammed her locker shut and headed in the direction of her next class. At the end of the hall, however, she turned around and waved at him, smiling brilliantly the whole time.
Sherlock walked back over to where his friend was standing, touching the spot where the petite girl had kissed him. John clapped him on the back, smirking from ear to ear. "Good on you, mate. I wasn't sure if you had it in you."
Sherlock merely shook his head, still dazed by the events, as they walked down the hall to their English class.
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