It was late the next day when Molly finally made her way to Sherlock's place. Sherlock pretended not to care, but he huffed out a "You're later than usual," which made Molly smile. She shrugged off her bag. "Didn't know you waited for me." She said with a grin. "But anyway. I had to work on an assignment with people."
Sherlock tried not to pout. "An assignment? I thought I was your partner." He said, sounding put out. Molly chuckled. "Aww. I didn't realize how much you enjoyed my partnership. But we're not in all the same classes. We didn't finish. So we'll probably be meeting again." She only grinned more as Sherlock's pout grew. "Oh don't worry. You're still my favorite partner." She teased, moving to take her usual seat next to Sherlock at the desk.
He scoffed. "I only work with you because you're marginally better than the rest of the idiots. And you are aware that you were never actually invited here. You don't have to come." He muttered, petulantly. Molly rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh sure. Well, just because I can, I'll come anyway, invited or not." She grinned at him. "So… any new developments with you know who?" She asked.
He shook his head. "No. Of course not." He muttered. Molly sighed but nodded. "Of course not." She repeated. "Well. You should talk to him. Or I could talk to him and.." She shut up at the look Sherlock gave her. "Or not.." She said softly. "Right. Fine."
They sat there for a while, browsing tumblr in comfortable silence, before Molly's phone went off. She pulled it out of her bag and smile at the text.
We were thinking about ordering pizza on Friday when we meet up again for the assignment. Are you in? You could invite someone if you wanted. We don't really have much to go over. I can provide beer or whatever too. It'll be easy to acquire. GL
Molly chuckled. "Hey Sherlock. Want to go somewhere with me. For pizza?" She asked, with a smile, while texting.
I'm in. The only person I have to invite isn't likely to come though. He's not one for social things. xMolly
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "No. Why would I want to subject myself to that?" He muttered. Molly shook her head with a smile. "Because you're grumpy and need time out of your room, that's not school. Come on. You don't have to stay long, if you don't want. It's on Friday. Please?" She asked with her biggest smile.
"No." He answered, not even looking at her. She sighed and looked down at a new text.
But social things are what keep us alive! Trick him into coming or something. I'm sure he won't regret it. Not that we'll be doing much. Just finishing the assignment, and then eating pizza, watching a film. He doesn't even have to socialize much if he doesn't want to. I just thought it'd be fun to have more people. GL
Molly sighed softly. "Please? Just go with me? I can give you something in return… what would you want?" She asked, hoping it'd be something easy she could get.
He raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" He asked. She rolled her eyes. "I'd be an idiot to say yes. So no. Tell me first and then we'll see if we have a bargain." Molly almost laughed at his expression. It was something between disappointment and approval and just looked very odd on his face.
Sherlock hummed thoughtfully. "Then I want… to be able to use you in an experiment of some sort." He said. "You'll be able to approve the experiment of course." He added at her dubious expression. She frowned a bit before nodding. "Fine. I have no idea what you're thinking of, but fine. As long as I get to approve it." She said, before sending another text.
I got him to come. He probably will be a menace to deal with though. Just to warn you. He's not like most people. xMolly
Great! And that's fine! We'll break him in. ;) GL
Molly laughed and just grinned at Sherlock. "Meet me after School on Friday and we'll head right over there." Sherlock nodded, though it looked like he was in a lot of pain at the thought of going.
John sent a few more asks to cutesy-cats-loves during the week. He thought maybe he'd eventually get her to respond. He didn't know what to think. He was hurt and upset, wondering what he could have done wrong that didn't even deserve an explanation.
Greg kept telling him that it didn't matter one way or the other. If his anon replied eventually, she'd likely have a good excuse. If not, then it was a good fun, which is easy for him to say. John felt like something was wrong with him. He didn't even know her. For all he knew it wasn't even a girl, and yet John still felt more attached to the person than he's ever felt before.
Of course, that brought on the thought of what if it was a man and what he would have done in that case. He usually pushed those thoughts away, not really wanting to deal with them, and now deciding they didn't matter anyway since the person wouldn't even talk to him anymore.
He still had asks from other people. Some of them were nice, some of them were painful, making the whole situation worse. But it was still nice to see that people cared, he supposed.
Anonymous:
Hey where's your anon? Why aren't you posting things from them anymore? Did they leave you? Was it a terrible breakup?
woman-versus-world:
Hey! Don't give up! I'm still shipping you two. I bet they just got scared off by the intensity of their feelings. They'll find you again. Just you wait and see.
Anonymous:
That anon is a jerk for leaving you like that. We're all here for you! :D
One day he was ecstatic to find a response from the anon's friend. It wasn't very helpful, but at least it was something.
cutesy-cats-loves:
I'm really sorry for not having replied sooner. It's just.. well the anon is in a state of sorts. I think you both just need time to understand the circumstances and get used to what you've discovered and then maybe everything will be alright…. I'm sorry I probably won't reply again. They wouldn't be too happy with me for it.
John stared at the response, not sure how to respond. He wasn't really sure what she was talking about. What circumstances? What had they discovered? John frowned more. Perhaps they learned something about John they didn't like. John sighed, of course they did. He ran a hand over his face. This was a lot more complicated than he had originally thought. Perhaps it was better that they were done communicating.