Sherlock was awoken by a shrill sound. Turning onto his side he looked bleary eyed at the clock. He'd forgotten to turn off his alarm for school and he was awake at half seven on a Saturday. Slamming his hand down on the off button he shoved his face into his pillow cursing. He wasn't really a morning person. He reached blindly for his phone, his face still in the pillow. Once he'd located it, he sat up and flicked the bright screen on. A text from John. 'Would you like to hang out with me, Greg and Molly later?' He'd received it at 7. John woke up early, even on weekends. Tapping a reply quickly Sherlock smiled, John did want to be his friend. His phone vibrated in his hand, it was a reply from John. 'Meet us at 10 next to the statue in town.' Not noticing his legs were caught up in his sheets, Sherlock stood up rather quickly. Tangling the sheets even more and he fell on his face. 'Ouch.' He said rubbing his nose and glaring at the sheets. Sherlock untangled himself from the sheets and went downstairs. Sitting at the breakfast bar he stuck his nose into a large book.

Flicking his eyes up to wall clock it only just registered what the time was. It was half past nine. He had half an hour to get washed and dressed and to town.
"Shit." He sighed. Dragging himself back upstairs and scooting over to his wardrobe. He began digging through to find something appropriate. After spending a good ten minutes deciding on a shirt or t-shirt he settled on a pale blue shirt. Dunking his head under the shower spray was the best he had time for. With one final tug he pulled the dark skinny jeans over his bum and slid down the balustrade. Grabbing his favourite coat and scarf he slipped his shoes on and walked out the door. John wouldn't mind if he was slightly late plus he had more of his families money to spend he hailed a taxi. As the driver slowly made his way through the streets Sherlock couldn't hide the smile that was creeping onto his face every second the got closer to town.
When the driver finally pulled up as near to the statue as possible Sherlock flung the money at him and bounded out of the taxi and up to the statue. He could see Greg and Molly but not John. Sherlock checked his watch, 10.15am.

Greg spotted him and raised a tan hand. "Hey Sherlock! John text me to say you where coming. He's just popped into the shop." Well that cleared up where John was.
Greg lent on the base of the statue and linked arms with Molly. Who at this gesture became a giggling mess. Sherlock pulled his cigarette packet out of his coat, there was more missing than he remembered. Mycroft. Sneaky bastard. Shaking his head he slid one out and lit it. Pulling in harshly on the first toke as Molly's' incessant giggly laughter was already annoying him.
John was cursing the cashier right now. A woman of about 70 was taking forever and a day to place his money in the till and get his change. But smiled through the frustration. He'd gone to buy some sweets for later as he hoped that Greg and Molly would leave pretty early so that he could spend time with Sherlock. He wasn't sure how he felt about him. There was this strange pull he had on John, the more time he spent with him the stronger the hold was. When the woman finally handed him his change he smiled politely and existed the shop quickly. Taking longer strides the normal he bounded up towards the statue. Clocking Greg and Molly lent on the base looking deeply interested in each other but he couldn't see Sherlock. His smiled faded slightly. But John spotted a flash of dark curls. Sherlock was half way up the statue peering down into a crevice poking some moss. John's smile returned.

When John reached them he smiled at Greg.
"Ready?" John questioned. To which Greg answered with a nod and a gesture towards Sherlock. Who was still up the statue. "Sherlock?" John called up. When a flushed face framed by curls peeked round the statue John had to stifle a giggle. "John." Replied Sherlock. In one swift movement he was down the statue and stood elegantly next to him. John jumped slightly and then pointed towards the edge of town. It was nearing midday when the finally arrived at the small clump of trees located on the edge of town. John was glad for the sheltered trees as the sun was uncharacteristically hot today. There was a small clear pond in the center of some bent trees and a grassy field just peeking out towards the right. John and his sister had found this place by chance, he liked the way the air flowed through the trees high above them. How the water in the pond was clear. How soft the grass felt. The pond in the middle was about 6 feet in diameter but about waist deep, well waist deep on everyone except John to which it was almost chest deep.

There was a small lip the stuck out over one edge of the pond which looked perfect for them to sit on. "Let's sit over here." John pointed to the edge which was greeted with nods and hums that it was an acceptable place to sit. They sat down and John chatted away while Sherlock sat quietly, taking in his surroundings and wondering why John had brought them here. Sherlock was picking over the moss he saw on the statue in his mind when he was interrupted by John.
"Sherlock?" He questioned "You okay? You've been sat there not talking for almost an hour." Sherlock then flicked his eyes over in John's direction to notice that it was only him sat there, blushing lightly. He could tell by the imprints in the grass that Molly and Greg had been gone quite some time. Suddenly realising that John had been sat watching him, by himself for at least half an hour made a similar blush creep on Sherlock. Sherlock felt like he and John were in a bubble, that it was only them that existed at that moment. When John got up and swiftly removed his shirt. "Coming in?" He asked raising an eyebrow at Sherlock. To which John received a shake of the head. Sherlock watched John take off his jeans and slide into the pond. His head was spinning, and his tongue felt like sandpaper.

John was swimming from one end of the pond to the other, floating up on his back every now and then. Sherlock had rolled his jeans up as far as they would go and was dipping his feet in the cool water. The sun was right above them and blazing,
Sherlock could feel his back burning. So he removed his coat and layed down, with his feet still in the water. He heard John splash around near him. John had got out of the pond and was about to lay down next to Sherlock. John placed himself next to Sherlock and stretched out in the hot sun. Sherlock turned his head. He gazed down Johns taught body, letting his eyes hold on light tufts of hair poking out of his boxers. He swallowed hard. Trying to suppress the urge to run his hands all over the lightly tanned skin of John's hips. Feeling a slight twinge in his belly he swallowed again. Closing his eyes against the harsh light he let out a long breath and flopped his arms to his sides. Sherlock felt john move. He brushed his finger tips over the top of his hand. And from what followed next he knew it wasn't by accident.