here another short chapter. enjoy!
They were on the train. Their destination? The Holmes manor.
By now, John was starting to feel nervous. How was he going to pretend to be Sherlock's boyfriend (or partner, which one sounded less pathetic? Oh who cares, whatever it is, he'll be pretending to be it, just so Sherlock wouldn't get mocked at the party. That alone was pathetic!) ?
If he became to touchy feely, Sherlock would feel awkward and his family would, if they were anything like Sherlock or Mycroft, notice it. Then they would know that they weren't used to things like love or even affection towards each other.
Then again, if he would keep the distance Sherlock would like him to keep, they would for sure find it strange that they didn't give each other any sign at all.
God why did he ever say yes?
"John, stop it"
John looked up. What had he done now?
"You're thinking again"
He sighed. "Yes Sherlock, in contrary of what you might think about me, my head isn't completely empty not is it blank. There are some thoughts in it, you know?"
"I know John, but could you please stop thinking so loud. It's annoying."
"Well, what should we do about this situation then? How should we act? Have you even given it one single thought at all, or was it a waste of time? Did you just deleted what we are supposed to act like when we arrive at your place?" John was getting really frustrated by now. Why had Sherlock even told his mother that they were together? Couldn't he have taken Lestrade or someone else of the Yard, then there was at least the excuse of word. Of all the stupid things he could do.
"I didn't chose Lestrade since Mycroft has taken a interest in him and not even I am that cruel. And for the other thing, I have given it some thought John and obviously, I haven't deleted it. I'll do that after this weekend has passed. "
"Obvious. So what do you suggest we do?"
"Well I think we should sit next to each other, touch each other to much and smile when we are talking about each other. Which we should do just enough to annoy my family by it. Those are the actions that I have observed one does when one is in love. But since you are more familiar with emotions, what do you think?"
Leave it to Sherlock to make emotions like love and attraction in to something scientific. But of course, he was right. "I think you've said it all. But are you comfortable with that?"
"Well, I probably won't like it, but it will have to do and since I told my mother about 'us', it's actually necessary."
"John, maybe we should practice."
"Mmh, what?" John had been dozing for the last hour, so he thought he had just misunderstood what Sherlock had said.
"Well, like you may know, emotions aren't my area..."
"Oh really, I haven't noticed" John mumbled, apparently he hadn't misunderstood what Sherlock had said.
"No need to be sarcastic, all though it's actually called irony, but people always seem to mix those two up. Now about us practicing, I was just suggesting that I would come sit next to you and do the stuff we earlier discussed we would do. Just so we won't have to do it in front of my family for the first time. It would make it less awkward."
"Sure, if you say so."
"I indeed say so John."
And by that he stood up and moved to sit next to John. After about half an hour John was asleep again, but this time with his head on Sherlock's shoulder, who had put his arm around his blogger to sit a little bit more comfortable. He kissed the top of John's head unthinking almost, but Sherlock knew he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.