AN: okey dokey, this one is also a Kidlock! However they are older in this one:) I thought it would be nice to upload this and 'Sleepover' at the same time so that you could see the comparison.

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Jumper:

The rain battered down from the sky, slamming into the ground in one unbroken sheet of cold and wet. The droplets were hitting the floor at such speed that some would bounce back up and soak the feet of anybody trudging through the streets.

One of those people was Sherlock Holmes. The lanky 15 year old was staggering through the rain, head bowed against the force of the wind, soaked curls dripping cold splatters of wetness onto his face.

Then as one of his feet sunk into a deep and muddy puddle he spotted the homely lights shining out of window frames that he knew were painted green, (even if he couldn't see them) that signalled the warmth of the Watson household. Sherlock shuddered as the icy droplets slipped down his back, caressing his skin and lift hairs in the back of his neck.

He jogged the last few paces, eager to be in John's warm and friendly household. Sherlock raised his frozen knuckle and knocked on the door, desperately hoping that his best friend was in.

/Please,please,please be in. Please, ple-/

His mental pleading was interrupted by a slight creak and an opening door. Sherlock stepped into the house and pulled off his rain-soaked jacket. He was almost immediately pulled into a warm and comforting hug by Mrs Watson. The shortish blonde woman smelt of lavender and soap and Sherlock knew that when he pulled away the comforting smell would linger on his clothes.

"Evening Sherlock." She said, letting go off him and hanging up his jacket.

"Hello Mrs Watson."

"Please, I've known you 11 years Sherlock, call me Gill."

"Okay Gill." The woman smiled at his response and then yelled for her son. Sherlock heard the pounding of feet down the the stairs and suddenly he was in John's arms. The shorter blonde boy pressed his face into Sherlock's shoulder, mumbling hello as Sherlock lowered his face, inhaling the scent of John's jumper. The two boys hugged for slightly longer than most friends do before pulling away and running up the stairs.

"John, give Sherlock one of your jumpers. He looks freezing." Mrs Wats- Gill shouted as they opened the door to John's bedroom.

"Will do mum!" Sherlock followed John into the room and sat down on his bed, tucking his feet up under his arse and pressing his hands, prayer-style to his face. John began rummaging through drawers until he found a blue jumper with green patterning. He threw it at Sherlock and then sat down on the bed next to his best friend, watching Sherlock pull on the jumper. The two boys sat next to each other, the silence hanging in the air, waiting to be broken. Sherlock inhaled deeply,
"I have something I need to tell you, John."
"What is Sherlock?
"John... I'm gay." He said in a huff of breath, ducking his head. John reached out a hand and stroked Sherlock's shoulder comfortingly.
"How did you know?"

Here it is, Sherlock thought, Here's the end of our friendship, he's going to think I'm a freak like everybody else does. Sherlock steeled himself before whispering, "Because of my feelings for you."

He expected John to push him away and order him out of the house. He could just imagine sitting alone like he did in the classes that John wasn't in. He could almost hear the insults crashing in his ears.

But, he felt a pressure in his lips and opened his eyes to see John's face close to his. John hooked one hand in Sherlock's hair, twisting his fingers through the rumpled curls as he closed his eyes, moving his lips softly. Sherlock scooted closer to John and upon feeling his best friend's body pressed against his, stretched out his arm, pulling John's waist. John's eyes flew open at Sherlock's intimate gesture, his genuis best friend was usually so cold, their eyes met and Sherlock saw love, warmth and happiness radiating from John's glowing orbs.

Then John pulled away and dashed out of the room, leaving Sherlock smiling happily, playing with the hem of his borrowed jumper.