Day 28: Doing Something Ridiculous (Part 1)
It was 3am, John was still at his sisters and Sherlock. . . Sherlock was had always hated it when John went on trips and left him alone. He didn't even like his sister! Who cares if it's her birthday, he shouldn't feel obligated to engage in such dull, pointless traditions. It was absurd, John should be home with him. John looked at the bottle of wine sitting next to him, half of it was empty. He always handled being drunk very well, instead of being a genius he was normal, and a bit truthful.
He took another swig of wine out of the bottle. He hated when John was gone, because he could only think about John and that was a problem. John was a distraction to his work, and everything only worked when he was here. Sherlock was not use to relying on someone, he had always been alone. Preferred to be alone. Sherlock was in love with John. He finally admitted it. And there was not a thing he was going to do about it. He looked at the bottle, ⅔ of the way empty now. He wasn't slurring yet, and could still think somewhat properly so he saw no point in stopping. He eyed his phone, sitting beside him. He must of been pretty drunk now because somehow he was now on the phone and talking to Lestrade.
"I miss John."
"What Sherlock? Are you aware of the time!? It is 3 am!"
"I said I miss John, what do I do?"
"Sherlock are you.. are you drunk?"
"Obviously. Now tell me what to do."
"Theres nothing you really can do."
"Nonsense, there has to be something. What do I do about these feelings, they won't go away."
"Are you saying you have feelings for John."
"God Lestrade, you are so slow. And I'm supposedly the drunk one."
"Tell him, when he gets home, tell him you have feelings for him."
"I do not wish to further them, I wish to get rid of them"
"Is that really a choice Sherlock?"
"Of course it is!"
"With John is it?"
Sherlock stopped. looking at the phone. Lestrade was right. This was John, he was not some elementary crush that he would forget next week. This was John Hamish Watson, Ex Army doctor, Loyal friend, Nice, Friendly, warm, and just a genuine person, he was so normal, but at the same time extraordinary. He always surprised him, kept him interesting, and never knew he was doing it. Which puzzled him even more. How he had managed to waltz into his mind and make it his home in every corner, he was always there, a constant thought, and he knew that nothing he could do would get rid of him, John was always going to be there.
Sherlock looked down at the phone again, and realized he had not been thinking but rather talking aloud the whole time and Lestrade had heard every word of it.
"Man you sound like you got it bad Sherlock."
"Shut up."
"You should tell him."
"Lestrade, this conversation never happened. I'm drunk and I have no idea what I'm saying."
"I think you do Sherlock. I won't say anything because this is none of my business, but as a friend I don't think its healthy keeping all of these feelings inside. They're going to break free one day, and it might be too late by then,"
"Goodnight Lestrade."
"Goodnight Sherlock."
Sherlock buried his face in his hands. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. He should have never called Lestrade. He should have never gotten drunk. Should he really tell John? Surely he would never feel the same. He preferred women, and had made it clear multiple times that they were not dating and just friends. He needed to figure out how to get rid of these annoying emotions, and fast, before he does something even stupider.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Okay! Oh gosh sorry this has taken me so long to get to yall! I had an idea a few weeks ago but it just didn't play out like I thought it would and I've been at a loss for inspiration until I came across a tumblr post that inspired me. So here enjoy drunk Sherlock, I imagine Sherlock would still be fully capable of maintaining normal speech when drunk, he just would be very truthful. So this is part one, our of a 3 parts, (the final 3 parts of this story)! I hope you enjoyed it!