John smiled as he walked alongside Vicky and Noah. Everything was perfect. He had friends, unlike his old school, and popular friends at that. Girls where flirting with him, boys were asking to play football with him, it was awesome. The only problem was, Sherlock. John wanted to help the kid, but he would gain the same fate if he helped him.
Sherlock was minding his own business, when Noah came up behind him and slammed his books down and shoved his face into the locker. Sherlock screamed in agony, John had broken his nose yesterday to it hurt even when he breathed through it.
John couldn't help but wince; he could feel Sherlock's pain. It seemed every time Sherlock got hurt, John's pity grew heavier for him. But he kept walking as Sherlock starred at him, almost as if he was saying, why? I know you want to help me but you don't with his eyes. It gave John chills.
"Hey John! Me and a couple other friends are headed to the bar tonight! Wanna come?"
John nodded, "But don't we need an adult to buy it for us?"
"Relax, man. The bartender and I are buds."
John smiled and nodded, he didn't think it sounded like a good idea, but he just went with the flow.
….
Five shots of rum and tequila later, John was blabbering on about his opinion on people becoming potatoes.
Noah and the other guys were laughing hysterically and loving life. It was all perfect in his little world; besides the fact he knew he would have a terrible the next day. After a few more funny stories, Noah sloppily pulled him to the side. "H-hey… dude."
"Yesssss?" John slurred.
"See that girl over there?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm thinking we buy her and her friend a few more drinks and bring them into the alley later, what do you think, old boy?"
John may have been amazingly drunk, but he knew what was wrong and what was right. "N-no man."
Noah looked pissed. "Excuse me?"
John stuck up for himself for once. "I said no."
Noah shoved him against a wall, "You do what I say!" then he punched John just as someone walked in.
A large group of people gathered around them to see the fight, even though Noah was drunker than John, he could sure pack a punch. John felt like he had enough, when someone grabbed his hand and whispered, "Run!"
John didn't care who it was, but he ran as fast as he could with the person. They stopped in an alleyway, a few blocks ahead. "I think we lost 'em!" said his savior.
John knew that voice, "Sherlock."
"Yeah, I could tell this would happen because-"
John's mind wandered off. Sherlock, the boy who he had beaten up came to his rescue. Sherlock, the boy who was severely bullied by Noah had gone into the same bar where Noah was and retrieved him. Sherlock, the boy who saved John's life. John knew Noah wouldn't give in, he knew he's keep beating him up until he was dead. It was the heat of the moment, the boy he'd admired was his savior… And he was talking too much.
"Shut up," John slurred.
Sherlock was about to make a protest when John leaned in and gave him a sloppy kiss. The fourteen-year-old was astonished, he never thought that he'd have his first kiss so soon; he never thought he'd kiss anyone besides his mother. He never thought he'd kiss a boy, let alone a drunk boy in an alley way. But Sherlock's amazement was short-lived, he leaned into the kiss and closed his eyes.
John soon pulled away, threw up, and then fainted.