John stood, shocked. "Girlfriend? You want her to be your girlfriend? I thought you were gay."

"Yes, well, I guess she's the exception."

"I thought that was Irene."

"Shut up. Danny's the other exception, I guess." Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut, Sherlock. Now you'll have to call her back you idiot. It's all John's fault. If he would just date me instead of those stupid girls-

"Well I'm happy for you, Sherlock," John interrupted his thoughts. "I'm glad you found someone that makes you happy." Then he added, "Maybe now people won't think we're a couple."

No, John. You're supposed to be mad. You're supposed to tell me you love me more than she ever could. You're supposed to say that we should be a couple. Why can't you just see that we're perfect for each other.

He had no idea that John was thinking all those same things.


"Um, hello?" It was Danny. Sherlock had called her. This is a huge mistake, he thought.

"Hello, Danielle," he sighed. He really didn't want to do this.

"Sherlock? I didn't think you were ever gonna call back. How are you? What have you been doing? Do you want to do something tonight?" Now Sherlock really didn't want to do this.

No, I can't do this. I cannot go on a date with this idiot. "Danny, I-"

"Hey, Sherlock," John yelled from the living room. "Julie's coming over tonight. Do you think you could make some plans? Not that she doesn't like you or anything, but... We just want to be alone and... Just make some plans!"

"Sherlock, are you still there," Danny asked.

John wants me to make plans? Fine! I will make plans! "Danny, would you like to come over tonight?"

"I, um, I would love to."

"Great. I'll text you the address." There, John. Plans made. I hope you're happy.