Once again John spent the full weekend talking to his anon. He slept very little and didn't really care. He really needed to talk to Greg. Greg had been busy all weekend but said they could talk on the way to school Monday morning. That was good for John anyway since he didn't really want to give up time he could be online talking to his anon. He knew he was pathetic but he couldn't help it, there was something about the anon that got to him and made him happier than he ever remembers being.
John hadn't forgotten about Sherlock either though. He thought about talking to Greg about him too, or even the anon. See what the anon thought about it, but then he wasn't sure how he felt about any of this, or even who made him happier, the anon or Sherlock. He hadn't really spent enough time with Sherlock to know what he thought about him.
Monday morning John hurried through his usual routine, putting on whatever clothes he could grab and stuffing his homework in his bag. He hurried through the kitchen, grabbing bread and putting strawberry jam on two slices before he hurried out the door, eating them along the way.
Greg raised an eyebrow when John approached with half a slice of bread sticking out of his mouth. "Well that's attractive." He teased as John stuffed the rest in his mouth trying to gobble it down. "Well whatever you wanted to talk about must be important if you're not savoring your precious jam."
John rolled his eyes and swallowed the last bit. "It is." He said before wiping his mouth. "I just.. I don't even know where to begin."
"Is this about the anon? I saw that she's talking to you again." He said with a smirk.
John blushed a bit. "Sort of.. It's also about.. someone else. It's just. I don't even know the anon right. And for all I know they could be a guy. Or just not someone I actually get on with in reality right?" He asked, looking at Greg.
Greg raised an eyebrow a bit, but tried to follow John's train of thought. "Alright… so what if it is a guy? Does that freak you out? With how attached you seem to him, I would think it wouldn't matter." He said, watching John carefully.
John looked at him a bit wide-eyed. "Would that.. I mean, shouldn't it freak me out?"
Greg shrugged. "Don't see why it should."
John chewed his lip a bit. "Well, I don't know. I've never been interested in a guy before. I'm straight. You know that."
Greg shrugged again. "Perhaps. But you could fall for someone and not necessarily feel that way about them.. you know? And then you can grow to feel that way about someone.. So.. you've never felt that way about a guy then?" He asked, not unkindly.
John blushed again, causing Greg's eyebrow to raise. "I… maybe.. I don't know. It's just.. Sherlock.." Greg's eyebrow shot up even higher. "Sherlock? That bloke that came over to mine on Friday?"
John nodded, and looked away. "I'm not certain it's anything. It's just.. different… That's what I wanted to talk about. Not that there's really a point. He's far out of my league even if it was something."
Greg found himself laughing before trying to sober himself. "Sorry.. I'm not laughing at you, I swear. It's just. The whole, there's no point and he's out of your league. First you're acting like a child. And second it's obviously something if you think that highly of him. I admit I didn't really pay attention to you guys then. But maybe I'll pay attention next time and see if there is anything."
John's eyes lit up a bit. "You think there will be a next time then?"
Greg smirked. "You know what? Nevermind. I don't need to watch you guys, because there's obviously something. You're practically swooning at the thought of seeing him again, aren't you?" He grinned at him. John rolled his eyes, but couldn't get rid of the slight blush that had appeared on his cheeks.
"Some friend you are." He mumbled. "Right. Well one other thing.. How do I choose? I mean.." He blushed a bit more. "I'm not saying I feel that way about Sherlock.. but if I did. And then there's the anon. But the likelihood of me meeting her..or him, is low and I don't know if I want to get my hopes up and …" He trailed off at Greg's pointed look. Greg sighed. "Honestly? I'd go for the tangible one. But what do I know? Maybe get to know them both more or something.. see where it takes you. Or even flirt with them both and see if either reacts." John bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah.. alright." He said quietly, as they approached the school.
John's mind was whirling when he got to his locker. He turned and almost ran into someone. "I'm Sor…ry." He said as he looked up into the face of Sherlock. He blushed a bit before smiling. "Oh hey… um.. sorry. A bit lost in my mind there."
Sherlock smirked a bit. "I noticed. That would have been the second time you almost ran into me." He said with a raised eyebrow. "Do you often run into people or is it just I that gets that privilege?"
John blushed a bit more and cleared his throat. "Yeah. Only you. The privilege is all yours." He winked and walked away, hiding the pounding in his heart and the thought 'I can't believe I just did that' running through his head, followed by the thought that he was definitely going to sit by Sherlock at lunch, if he could find him.
Sherlock couldn't believe the day he was having. First he saw John first thing, and then John smiled at him and blushed. Sherlock thought he was in some sort of dream with the wink John gave him. But he convinced himself that John just acted like that with people. He made it clear he was straight, there was no reason for him to hit on Sherlock at all. But that didn't stop Sherlock from enjoying the attention.
Sherlock spent the first few classes thinking about John, not that that was unusual, but he did get a few pointed glances from molly that he tried to ignore.
At lunch he headed toward his usual place, which was the chemistry lab where he did experiments rather than participate in the juvenile act of socializing.
He turned down a hall and saw John turn the other corner toward him and grin. "Hey! Sherlock! I was looking for you. I.. um.. well I wanted to know where you eat lunch. Since I haven't seen you around the cafeteria or anything. I thought.. well.. um.. we could eat..together. God I sound like an idiot." He muttered the last bit, not entirely aware he said it out loud, but causing Sherlock to smile nonetheless.
"I don't eat." He said, reluctantly. "Especially not the food they serve here." He added.
John chuckled. "Ah. That's right. Poison and all. Well I have home-lunch. Courtesy of my mother. I could share with you? Or.. well, what do you do anyway, since you don't eat at lunch?"
Sherlock stared at him for a moment before answering. "I do experiments in the chemistry lab." He replied. "And it wouldn't be wise to eat in there."
John frowned, but nodded. "Oh… right.. of course. Um.. sure. I'll see you around then?" He asked, looking disappointed which caused Sherlock's heart to twist a bit.
"We could always eat and then go to the lab. Assuming you're interested in experiments.. Otherwise I could put my experiments off for the day.." He said softly, realizing he just wanted to get that smile back, and smiling himself when he succeeded.
"Yeah. That sounds great. Um.. We could snatch a table near the door so you don't have to deal with everyone.." He led the way to the cafeteria and found Greg and Molly sitting together near the entrance. He grinned at them and sat, pulling out his packed lunch and starting to pull out half his sandwich for Sherlock.
Sherlock stared at it for a moment, not entirely sure he wanted to eat it, but one look at John's expectant face had him taking the sandwich with a "thanks", which of course caused Molly to look shocked before she bit her lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
John beamed and shrugged. "No problem." He answered before eating his own sandwich rather quickly, wanting to see what Sherlock did in the chemistry lab.
Sherlock hesitantly started eating his sandwich but found it wasn't too bad, probably because John had given it to him. He tried to get the ridiculous thoughts from his mind, but wasn't completely able to clear his head.
Both Sherlock and John finished their food with Molly and Greg watching rather intensely. Sherlock rolled his eyes and stood. "Coming?" He asked John, who grinned and nodded. "Of course." He grabbed his trash and quickly made his way over to the trashcans before returning to Sherlock.
"So.. what do you do in the chemistry labs anyway? I mean.. what sort of experiments do you do?" He asked, glancing at Sherlock as they walked down the hall.
Sherlock started to answer before he was shoved closer to John by a girl with dark curly hair. "Watch out Freak!" She snarled before turning into the cafeteria. Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned to John to answer his question. He stared at John, taking in his slightly flushed face and clenching of his fists. He frowned. Was he upset because Sherlock almost bumped into him? That didn't make sense, seeing as they've almost bumped into each other before and he didn't seem upset.
His eyes widened almost imperceptively as he understood the answer. John was upset on his behalf. He was upset that someone shoved him and insulted him. Sherlock had to force himself not to grin at the thought. He cleared his throat. "Leave it. I'm used to it." He said, turning and continuing down the hall.
John huffed. "You shouldn't have to be used to it. She pushed you and then acted like it was your fault. I never had any issues with Sally before. But I swear.." He stopped when Sherlock turned around, standing in front of him with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "I didn't realize you cared so much." He said quietly.
John blushed. "I.. it's just.. it's common courtesy and all that." He said, shifting his feet a bit, unable to look Sherlock in the eyes.
Sherlock continued smiling and started to take a step closer to John before rethinking that decision and taking a step back. "Well come on. You've delayed my experiment long enough." He said instead and turned to head off toward the lab. Sentiment was not an advantage, he told himself.
Molly watched them go, with a grin on her face. Greg shook his head after them before raising an eyebrow at Molly. "What is it?" He asked her. She chuckled softly and shook her head. "Nothing…" She said innocently, eating her own salad she had brought from home.
Greg continued looking at her, unconvinced by her innocence act which he was starting to get used to. Molly shrugged. "Nothing. Really. Just the two of them are amusing, that's all." She said, glancing at him. "Don't you think?"
Greg huffed a laughed. "Amusing is one word for it." Molly grinned. "And what's another?" She asked.
Greg rolled his eyes, before biting into the slice of pizza from the cafeteria. "Ridiculous" He mumbled around his food, making Molly laugh again. "Perhaps. And a bit cliché in a not so cliché way, yes?" She asked, grinning at him, making his eyebrow raise again.
"What do you mean?" He asked. Molly shrugged. "Nothing. Just.. you know… nothing." She said again, causing Greg to narrow his eyes a bit. "Talk." He said, setting down his pizza like he was willing to stay here all day waiting for his answer.
Molly chewed slowly on a piece of chicken from her salad, debating what to say. She swallowed and looked at Greg. "Greg… do you by any chance have a tumblr?" She asked.
Greg's eyes widened a bit and he nodded slowly, glancing around as if he didn't want anyone else aware of that fact. "Yes. Why?"
Molly shrugged. "Just curious.. Because, well I have one.. and I know John has one. And Sherlock….. and… well we've been talking to John, that's all." She said, now staring at her salad.
Greg frowned a bit, watching her. "You've been talking to John on tumblr? John hasn't told me about… oh my god. One of you is the anon?" He took a deep breath. "Please tell me it's Sherlock, and that it's not a joke, because I swear I will kick both your arses if I find out you're playing with him."
Molly's eyes went a bit wide and she shook her head. "I swear it's not a joke. Not at all. And yes, Sherlock's John's anon, but don't tell him.. please, Sherlock isn't ready for him to know…" She said softly. "But look at them both.. I think they'll be ready soon, just not yet, yeah?" She said, pleading with her eyes.
Greg sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "Well fuck…" He said quietly. "I suppose that makes things easier for John. Just make sure he tells John before John goes mad." He said, deciding not to elaborate on that. "But yeah.. I'm not altogether sure John's ready to know… he's getting there though." He added.
Molly sighed in relief, and then gave Greg a smile. "Thanks. Sherlock really does care for John.. I've never seen him act like he does with John. I mean really. John can make him eat! That's a miracle of itself." She said, laughing softly.
Greg nodded. "Yeah.. John's been acting the same. I mean.. the way he talks about both Sherlock and the anon.. I think he'll be beyond ecstatic when he finally finds out it's Sherlock. That is if he doesn't punch me first for not telling him. Or punch all of us. I really hope he doesn't take that route.." Molly giggled softly. "Yes.. that would be unfortunate." She sighed softly, content at the moment with how things were working out for her friends, and hoping for them to only get better.