As John watched Sherlock practically run away he made his way for the oval, Sport with Mr. Yahkesh, god this school had teachers with weird names. While getting changed into sports gear, he saw that Anderson was in his sports class. Great. On the way to the oval he passed the music block of the school, John could swear he heard the sweet noise of a violin playing. Sherlock. He couldn't help but think of the tall, sleek and thin teen he called Sher playing the violin with his shaggy black curls just touching the violin as he played… Stop, he needed to stop thinking about Sherlock this way, Do you want to get disowned by father as well?...
His thoughts were stopped by realizing dumb-ass Anderson was in step with him
"Are you and Freak BFFs now?"
"What's it to you, Aerosol?"
"It's Anderson."
"Well it's none of your business, now shove off."
"No need to get all touchy."
"I'm not"
Anderson looked at John with fake surprise
"Oh John, you saucy minx, you so have a crush on Sherlock Holmes"
John could feel a blush creeping up his neck
"I said shove off"
Anderson smirked at him and ran out in front, John could tell he was gossiping to one of the boys up ahead because both of them were looking back at him and smirking. What Dicks. To his relief, in this Sport you could do whatever you wanted, so John decided to kick a rugby ball around, being alone never really bothered him. I wonder what Sher is doing…No he can't… or could he? He took out his phone and descided to text Sherlock
What are you doing now? –JW
Sherlock replied surprisingly quickly
Playing the violin, obviously. –SH
John rolled his eyes at the 'obviously'
What piece? –JW
Composing, assignment –SH
Play for me after school? –JW
Why? –SH
Because I want to hear what you have composed, obviously –JW
John was quite pround of the last secong decision to add the 'obviously'
See you outside the hall after school –SH
A sly smile spread across John's face, he would hear for himself that music, the same music as what he heard on the way to the oval. He did his best not to get too sweaty, he wanted to smell ok for Sher. When the final bell rang, he ran to get changed to meet Sher outside the hall, as said Sherlock was waiting there, with his violin tuning it, he was not facing him, John cleared his throat and Sherlock whipped around and smiled at John, god he's beautiful… stop it John.
"So um, are you gonna play here or…"
"No, no of coarse not, people are still around"
Sherlock waved his hands to gesture to the students who were making their way to the exit of the school grounds
"Want to play at my place?"
John cursed himself for even asking, for Sher looked at him with a curious expression
"Alright, why not."
Sherlock packed up his violin and slung his backpack over both his shoulders
"I know a good street not far from here where we can catch a cab John, but is it ok if we pay half – half, I don't have much on me today"
"Yeah, sure thing Sher, good idea to catch a cab though, the buses are way too crowded"
Sherlock looked at him from the side and smiled, for some reason John wanted to call Sherlock 'Sher' every chance he had…
"So, um, Sher, how was music?"
"Tedious, How was sport?"
John was surprised Sherlock even asked
"Ah, yeah it was good, Anderson tried talking to me"
"Oh really? Wow, what did the ape have to say this time?"
John stirred
"I don't want to talk about it"
"hey, um, John, this 'being yourself around me' should go both ways, uhh, J-John, you can be yourself around m-me"
John looked at Sherlock, thinking about what it took in him to say that
"Thanks Sherlock"
John stopped mid step and opened his arms for a hug, Sherlock reluctantly embraced John, and held, then awkwardly let go
"Sorry, I'm not the best hugger… but hey look we have made to 'taxi street'"
Sherlock gave John an awkward smile, John smiled back, Sher was right this was really taxi street, taxis everywhere. Sherlock hailed a cab and gracefully entered, John, not so much and took the seat next to Sherlock
"Afternoon, what's the address?"
"16 North Gower Street, London."
"Righty-o"
John turned to face Sherlock, was also looking at him and his cheeks reddened, John feel his do the same, he turned and looked out the window and Sherlock hid his face until Sherlock broke the silence, still hiding his face
"Are you sure you want me to play for you?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
Sherlock shifted in his seat
"I'm not very good…"
"No, you are, I heard you play on my way to the oval"
This made Sherlock stop hiding his face and look at John
"Really?"
"Yes, Sher, really"
Sherlock smiled at that and all of a sudden hugged John, who simply hugged him back.
The Taxi pulled up outside John's house near the center of London, Sherlock and John paid the Taxi driver and got out and headed towards John's door, with the turn of a key it opened and the two headed inside…