(When reading this chapter, I recomend that you listen to We Can Work It Out by The Beatles)
John looked blankly at the test result which he held in his hands. Though he didn't say a word, his facial expression revealed everything.
"You did well " Sherlock said while looking at his own test. His score was of course by far the best in his class. One of the boys, who sat on the row in front of them turned around, so that he faced John and Sherlock.
"I guess you passed the test as well, John!" He grinned.
He nodded. "I didn't do it alone, though." John smiled and glanced slightly at Sherlock, though he didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah, you had that psychic genius help you out! How did you even convince -"
"I didn't!" John interrupted him. "He offered his help, that's all."
The young man looked at John with a confused facial expression, as if he didn't understand the words John had just told him and turned back to talk to his friends.
John's seat just so happened to be placed right next to a window, and he used a great amount of time looking at everything that happened outside. Come to think of it, he hadn't left the school building in any less than three weeks.
"Sherlock?" John asked, resting his gaze at the young man.
"Yes?" He answered, his eyes and mind still immersed in the book he was reading.
"There's an amusement park not too far away…" He bit his lip, slightly unsure of how to express himself. "I thought that maybe you and I-"
"No" Sherlock said quickly. "I don't see why we should waste money on such things."
"There's something called amusement and enjoyment, Sherlock" John rolled his eyes.
Later that day, John was lying on the floor, writing in his journal, as he always tended to do after school. He enjoyed writing about his days. Sherlock on the other hand, thought this was an utterly strange and unnecessary waste of time. He looked away from his chemistry experiment that occupied most place on his big desk in the apartment.
"Why are you wasting your time with this?" He asked, frowning.
"Well, it's not like I've got anything better to do." John sighed, and Sherlock knew exactly what he was referring to.
"Fine" Sherlock said. "I'll accompany you to this amusement park." He shook his head, smiling slightly.
"It'll be fun" John said. He stifled a laugh as he imagined his cold, rational friend in roller-coasters.
"If," Sherlock said. "If you stop wasting your time on that journal". "Now, that's unfair." John said. "I won't write anything for two weeks"
Exactly two hours later, John and Sherlock was walking down the street on their way to the amusement park.
It was autumn, and the weather was quite cold. Sherlock was wearing a long, warm woolen coat that seemed too big to him. John was wearing a short jacket, a pair of worn jeans and a blue scarf.
"It's good to get some fresh air" John said and took a deep breath to enjoy the cold, fresh air that surrounded them.
"The air is just giving the brain and the body's cells a steady amount of oxygen, which is..." He paused for a moment, looking at John. "It's… nice".
They turned left when they came to an intersection. Boys of their age were driving around in nearly derelict cars with girls sitting next to them. John recognized a handful of them from school. Sherlock just looked forward, as if he didn't quite know how to act or what to say.
"So you have never visited an amusement park before?" John asked curiously.
"No, I thought I made it clear earlier that it's a waste of money, didn't I?" He tried to keep a stern look, but John noticed that he was smiling, slightly.
He pushed him in the shoulder, laughing. "I'll show you what you've missed."
They could see the amusement park as they were getting closer. The lights on the roller coasters and Ferris wheel lit up the park. It was full of teenagers, mostly couples.
When they arrived at the entrance, they paid for their tickets. Stands selling food and drinks were placed everywhere, and huge roller coasters were placed several places around the park where high pitched screams could be heard from the wagons.
"I'd love to try that one first" John said, pointing at a roller coaster made out of wood. It had several downhills that most likely caused weightlessness.
Sherlock's eyes widened slightly. "You never mentioned…"
"It's an amusement park, that's what you usually do." John said, though he noticed the uncertainty in Sherlock's voice.
He sighed. "I promised you, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did." john chuckled and grabbed Sherlock's hand as they walked through the thick crowd.
When they waited in line, Sherlock looked at John several times to ensure himself that he didn't change his mind about this. In fact, he was very much hoping that he would, as he'd never felt the urge to expose himself to this experience. He had, after all wanted to spend time with John, so the situation didn't bother him too much.
It soon became their turn, and they sat down in a red wooden wagon. Sherlock took a deep breath to calm down, though it didn't seem to work. He could feel his heart beating even faster, and for the first time in many years, he felt a slight fear.
In the corner of his eyes, John noticed Sherlock's unease. Everything from his unusual breathing to the countless times he pulled his fingers through his dark, curly locks of hair.
He was holding on to the restraints hard enough for his knuckles to whiten, and John felt a sudden regret for nearly forcing Sherlock to do this, but it was too late for regrets.
The roller coaster started and it went slowly up the first hill, making an unpleasant creaking sound.
John carefully put his hand on Sherlock's, in an attempt to calm him down a little. It seemed to work. He sat still now. He looked away, as if he was embarrassed by something.
John guessed he didn't like to appear as a weak person, though he knew very well that John would never believe he was.
"Don't worry." John said. "You're gonna love it!"
Sherlock had no time to respond, because the wagon was at the top, and for a moment they could see the over countless buildings. The people were small, and the loud music was now just a distant noise that nobody paid attention to. For a few secounds the wagon stood still, and Sherlock quickly let go of the restraints and gripped John's hand before they went down. They caught more and more speed. Happy and terrified screams could be heard from the wagon. John laughed, and to his big surprise, Sherlock was too.
The twist and turns were endless, and needless to say, none of them wished it to end.