(When reading this, I recomend that you listen to Sure To Fall (In Love With You) by The Beales)
The night was close, and the two boys decided to take some time relaxing, and agreed to head towards the Ferris wheel. The sun was about to go down, which caused countless shades of red light to glimmer in the horizon.
Sherlock was pleasantly surprised by the roller coaster's effect. They seemed to cause adrenaline rush, which felt strangely satisfying, everything from the feeling of danger when the coaster reached the top, to the release of adrenaline caused by the downhills, twists and endless turns.
As they took place in their capsule, the staff immediately closed the door, though it was a relief for both of them as neither of them felt the urge to sit in a capsule with someone else.
As John said: "People would talk about it."
Slowly their capsule went higher and higher, making the ground and everyone on it looking smaller and smaller. Sherlock fixed his eyes on the sky. The stars were slowly starting to appear. It was a beautiful sight. He glanced at John who seemed to be just as fascinated by the starry sky.
"My parents" John said suddenly "They want me to quit"
Sherlock kept his eyes at the sky, trying to focus at the stars, but he could feel panic reaching out to grasp him.
"Why"
"Because I like it here." John replied. He sighed, as if this was something that he was used to, getting his life destroyed as soon as he had managed to build one.
"Tell them 'no'" Sherlock said. His voice was firm, determined. He didn't intend to let go of John. He wasn't ready. Being around him had given him an adrenalin feeling slightly similar to the roller coaster. There was something about John that Sherlock just couldn't let go of, at least not until he found out what was happening to him.
"I'll try". John bit his lips, unsure of whether he dared to do so or not. He knew he didn't have the courage. Or did he? Was his life with Sherlock worth fighting for? He knew the answer already, though he didn't want to admit it to himself out of fear.
"I really like the night sky here", he said, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, I've in fact never paid much attention to it", Sherlock said, eyes unfocused as if he was avoiding something.
"I used to read about the solar system a lot when I was younger." He smiled a little.
"Why?" Sherlock asked. His elbows rested on his knees and his hands were folded. He leant forwards.
"Well", John said, hesitating a little. "It's exciting to know what's out there"
"But surely you must know that it's not of importance?" Sherlock seemed utterly confused.
That's when John realized that Sherlock didn't know a single thing about space, stars or even planets.
"Well", John started. "Take the sun for example"
Sherlock said nothing, as he tried his best to pay attention to understand John's great fascination about space.
"If it wasn't for the sun, we couldn't even live on this planet". John looked at the sky, smiling.
"But it does exist, and we do exist". Sherlock said with raised eyebrows. "What's of importance for us must be what's right here. Our knowledge of the universe won't change anything"
"But…" Sherlock said with a low-toned voice. "The stars do indeed shine brighter today", His eyes met John's, and for a few secounds, none of them said even a single word.
John could feel his heart beat faster, not to mention he was more than sure that he was blushing heavily, though Sherlock didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he chose not to mention it. John had never noticed just how pale Sherlock's eyes were before this moment. They were nearly pale enough to be mistaken for white. They were blue as ice, and his usual distant gaze, was now focusing at him.
Sherlock sat completely still, though he could feel his heart beating faster than usual. He could feel nervousness and a strange mix of uneasiness and anxiety as his eyes met with John's. This was something he hadn't felt until just recently, and he couldn't explain what it was. He glanced at his blond flat mate at the other side of the tiny capsule. Following nothing but instinct, he leaned forward, but just as he did, the capsule reached the ground.
On their way home, they were both trying to act as nothing. None of them wanted to, or even dared to mention it to the other, but as they walked through the cold and dark streets of London, their thoughts were still stuck at the Ferris Wheel.