John let Greg do all the dirty work when they had to disect the poor frogs. John just wrote down all of the information. Greg had no problem with that, he liked all the stuff with guts and blood. John glanced over to Molly and Sherlock, to see how they were doing. He thought that Molly would be miserable having to touch dead frogs and its guts. He couldn't be more wrong. Molly seemed to be enjoying it, in fact she and Sherlock were laughing!

Sherlock waved a frog leg in front of Molly's face, "You liked the leg? I like the leg! You like the leg?"

Molly laughed and replied, "I love the leg! Question is if you like the eye! 'Cause I like the eye!" Molly had scooped the eye out with a plastic spoon.

John didn't know how to feel about that. Was he amused? No, that wasn't his the type of humor he liked. Was he repulsed? No, as long as they didn't come near him with that he was good. Was he jealous? No, there was no reason to be jealous.

"Sure you don't wanna don't want to touch this beautiful frog?" Greg asked John.

John shook his head quickly.

"But it loves you!" Greg said and John let out a chuckle. "Come on John! Kiss the pretty little frog you know you want to!"

"I do not!" John squealed when Greg put the frog near his face.

"Why not!?" Greg asked.

"Yes John. Why don't you want to touch the frog?" A voice behing him said.

Startled both Greg and John jumped.

"Oh hey Sherlock." Greg said.

"Gavin." Sherlock replied.

"Greg." Greg corrected.

"How do you know each other?" John asked.

"We're new neighbors." Greg said.

"Yes well his parents are better than mine. My parents are normal."

John's heart was still beating fast. Sherlock was very handsome and somehow that made John's heart beat faster.