John pov

John and Sherlock's friendship grew steadily over the next weeks. Sherlock seemed happier and looked more healthy. John realized that he was different than what others believe, he was all that one could asked for in a friend.

Others were not very approving of John and Sherlock's newfound friendship, especially that bloke Anderson.

"Traitor."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said, so what now, you're best friends with Sherlock? I thought you hated him as much as I did."

"Yeah, hated. And he's not all that bad. Quite nice actually."

Anderson stared at John aghast, "I sorry but did you just called the freak nice? What did he do to you? Wait let me guess, did he drug you or torture you."

John rolled his eyes, "neither, now would you excuse me I need to go to English."

John entered the classroom, seeing Sherlock is already seated at their usually spot, reading a novel they were assigned.

"What happened? You look angry."

John sighed and replied, "nothing, just Anderson, go back to reading."

Sherlock was great in his studies, he was probably the brightest student in the whole school. John knew he was smart before, but he didn't know he was that smart. He was excellent in basically every subject and incredible in his skill of deduction. He was able to make out a person's entire life story with just a couple glances at them.

John remembered the first time he listened Sherlock deductions about their math teacher. John was amazed and have stated that Sherlock was brilliant and absolutely fantastic. Sherlock seemed shocked at the compliments. John figured he probably wasn't praised often.

The last couple of weeks had shown John how much he really cared for the man with the inky and unruly curls. He hoped he meant as much to Sherlock as he do to him.

Sherlock pov

For the first time in a long time, Sherlock felt hope. He wasn't sure how long this friendship between him and John would last but he wished it was forever.

Even when he was younger, when things wasn't as bad at home, he still didn't felt he truly belong. Growing up, not many people had cared and certainly not many had stayed.

He didn't have a lot of friends either. There was Victor, but moved away, leaving Sherlock alone. He sure hoped John would stay, being his only friend and all.

After class, John and Sherlock went to sit under the oak tree for lunch. Sherlock didn't like the cafeteria. Too much noise and people.

"Sherlock um, I know it's not my place to ask but how are things, you know at home."

Sherlock tensed at the questioned, "everything is fine John, you don't need to worry about me."

"Are you sure? The last time was pretty bad, I don't want it to happen again."

"I er, I called the police and they put him in custody." Sherlock knew it was bad to lie about serious matter but he just want to put John at ease.

"Really? That's wow! That's wonderful news. So it's over now? You'll be alright? Wait who helped you with the case?"

"Yes, everything is going fine. I think the cut on my arm was enough for evidence and my brother, Mycroft, he helped me to prove Father guilty."

John pulled Sherlock in a hug and gave him a huge smile. He seemed to believe the story and that was good enough for Sherlock.