AN: This is another Kidlock:D I really really love this one. I made John believe in the easter bunny up until he met Sherlock because I thought it would be damn cute!
P.S. I'm addicted to reviews and prompts like John is to jam... :3
Erin:D
Easter:
It was the holidays and seven year old John Watson was very excited. It was the best holiday of the year in his opinion because of the vast amounts of chocolate presented to him each year.
Last year his mummy had bough him a large chocolate bunny and two small Easter eggs. Harriet had bought him a medium sized smarties Easter egg that made him squeal with joy. His class teacher had granted each child with a creme egg or a small chocolate bar and an old relative had sent him a large Easter egg to enjoy. As well as all of his own chocolate John often gets a large amount of his older sister's because she's a teenager and she doesn't want to be fat. And according to Harriet chocolate makes you spotty.
Another reason why john loved easter was the Easter bunny. John believed in this happy bunny with furious determination, daring any boy to prove him wrong and give him proof that the bunny didn't exist.
Only one boy could convince John that the Easter bunny didn't exist and that boy was Sherlock Holmes.
They were the best of friends,always together, joined at the hip. John's mother looked upon them fondly, seeing their blossoming friendship as a blessing. Finally there was a boy as stubborn as John who would tell him that he was wrong every now and again. Mrs Watson was incredibly fond of Sherlock. His manners were impeccable and he had natural intelligence. Mrs Holmes however didn't seem to relish the young boy's friendship. She saw John as an obstacle that could stop Sherlock being at his best. But she but her tongue and sullenly watched the boys become closer friends, feeling glad that even though John could be ruining Sherlock's potential, he was making him happy.
Easter Sunday struck again and John was loaded with chocolate,having received a huge pile of his own and all of Harriet's eggs. On a sugar high John called Sherlock and invited him to stay the night,adding that he should bring his Easter eggs with him. John was appalled when he found out that Sherlock didn't have any eggs. At all.
So when the young,dark haired boy arrived at the Watson household John dragged him upstairs and guest urged to his large pile of chocolate.
"Take whatever you like." the short boy said,contentedly sitting cross-legged on the carpet,gnawing at a piece of Easter egg.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked, running a hand through his dishevelled curls staring eagerly and hesitantly at the pile.
"Of course, Sherlock. You're my best friend. You don't have any of your own so you can share mine."
Sherlock jumped forward, spontaneously hugging his short,blond best friend. He stepped back and picked up some chocolate.
Over the course of the afternoon and evening the two boys managed to eat almost all of John's supply of Easter eggs. John didn't mind because he was spending time with his best friend and Sherlock decided that he really did like Easter.