John pov

Everything seemed wonderful, too good to be true. Everything was turning out okay, his mother got a raise, his grades were going up (thanks to Sherlock) and he was happy.

After knowing Sherlock better, he realized he was completely different than what others say he is. He wasn't uncaring, he cared about John. He had helped John in several difficult tests. Sherlock wasn't emotionless, John had seen him happy, sad, angry, excited, he was just human as everyone else.

Even though he put up a wall to block everyone else away, that wall seems to disappear when he was around with John.

John glanced at his best friend, concentrated in the new book he borrowed from the library.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes?"

"There's a star gazing event at school tonight. I was thinking if you weren't busy, we could go."

"Star gazing, are you kidding me. It's just a complete waste of time, I can find much better images on the Internet. And to answer your question, no I'm not busy, but I'm not going to some star gazing event."

"Come on Sherlock please, for me? It'll be fun. You need to relax a little, you looked a little stressed."

"I am not stressed." "Alright, alright. But we're going okay?."

"Fine." Sherlock grumbled, but John could tell he was smiling.

Sherlock pov

Sherlock wanted to go but he knew Father would definitely not approve this. He know he will have to pay for it later.

But the offer seemed to tempting, spending the evening with John, free of worries, under the starry night. It sounded like a dream. So of course he accepted it.

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly. John was trying to get Sherlock to be nicer to the others. But some people hold grudges. Especially Anderson. If it weren't for John, Anderson would be in a coma right now. Sherlock hated him. It's not just about the way he glares at Sherlock and annoys him with his stupidity but it's the way he treat John. It had got to a point where everything Anderson did or say just screamed "punch me".

That evening, Sherlock walked quickly to school, sneaking away before his father noticed. He was greeted by John with a huge smile on his face as he walked to the school field.

They sited themselves in the corner by the oak tree to avoid attention.

"Look at the constellations", John pointed towards the sky. "Each tells a story, some about a great hero, some about love. Fascinating aren't they?"

"I don't really care about stars."

"Come on Sherlock just relax okay?"

"Okay."

They spent the rest of their night in silence. Normally Sherlock would've considered this as boring but it was the best night of his life. It was quiet and peaceful. It put his mind at ease. But mostly, he spent it with John, his friend.

But Sherlock knew paradise wouldn't last forever.

"It's midnight. I need to go home Sherlock."

"Okay. I'll see tomorrow."

Sherlock picked himself off the ground and walked home. He walked up to the door nervously, hoping he won't get caught by his father. He turned the keys slowly and opened the door when he heard a booming voice across the room:

"Sherlock! Where have you been?!"

Sherlock is in deep trouble. His father grabbed him roughly by the arm and yanked him into the house.