Clement leaves the boys on Saturday because he has work to do with Declan's dad. He puts John in charge (he'll at least make sure they both eat and don't spend the dinner money on anything other than dinner). Clement leaves early on Saturday morning, so after John and Sherlock get up and are ready, they go back to the Holmes residence to get the house ready for another guy's night.

"Are you going to invite Olive again?" Declan asks.

Sherlock shrugs. "Why?"

Declan shrugs back. "Maybe we could make it a…mixed gender party."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow at him.

"What? If I want my girlfriend to come over while our supervising parent is out, I can."

"It's not like she's going to spend the night or anything," John says.

Declan gestures to him. "See? The adult says my girlfriend can come over."

Sherlock glares. "Fine. My dad will be back Sunday at noon. Keep that in mind."

Declan just mutters agreements and leaves the room.

They call and text all of their friends to come over for dinner and movies, and by six o'clock the house is packed with Brady and Jenna, Jenna's best friend Alex, Harvey and Lily, Olive, Wyatt, Duke and Blake, Dane and Margo, Margo's best friend Bailey, and of course Declan and Ellery, and John and Sherlock.

Sherlock grabs Declan as soon as Margo arrives with Bailey.

"There are too many people here," Sherlock says once they get into the den.

"There are not," Declan objects. "John says it's fine."

"John doesn't live here!"

"John has his own toothbrush here and a drawer in your closet. He lives here almost more than I do!"

"Ok, but technically he doesn't!"

Declan rolls his eyes. "Sherlock. Live a little. These are our friends, this isn't some raging party. It's fine. There isn't even any alcohol or anything."

Sherlock pauses in thought, but he finally concedes. "Fine, but if anything ends up broken, I'm sending everyone home."

"Deal man, I fully agree."

Sherlock nods, then leaves the den.

Since Lane isn't there, Sherlock doesn't feel like he and Olive need to be downstairs with their friends, so he asks John to give Olive the work email password so they can get a new case.

John follows them up anyway, so he flops on the bed while Olive and Sherlock take the seats at Sherlock's desk.

"So, a new case?" Olive asks as the email prints out. "From?"

"Uhm...Taylor," Sherlock answers.

"Taylor?"

"No last name," John adds from the bed.

"What's the email?" Olive asks.

Sherlock recites it, "Tay-gray-7-7-7."

"Oh my god," Olive gasps, yanking the paper out of his hand.

"What is it?" John curiously asks.

"Taylor Gray. She and I...we used to be great friends. Last year, when we stopped being friends, she turned into a snobby prep girl. Y'know, went from wearing skinny jeans and sneakers to mini skirts and high heels. She acts like she doesn't even know me anymore."

"How cliche," Sherlock mutters. "Sounds like that movie you made me watch last week."

"What movie?" John asks.

Olive rolls her eyes. "I know, it's what always happens, isn't it?"

"Did she spread a rumor that you became a lesbian?" Sherlock asks.

Olive snorts. "Not quite."

John looks confused. "Wait, are you talking about Mean Girls?!"

Sherlock and Olive look at him. "Yes..." they both say.

"Alright, so you'll watch movies I suggest with her but not with me?"

"I was cornered John, I promised she could pick the movie."

John sighs and rests back against the pillow. "You two make a great couple, really."

Sherlock just shakes his head and looks back at his laptop.

Olive watches in fear. "Is he really mad?" she whispers to Sherlock.

"I'm right here!" John cries.

Sherlock looks back at John. The way John's eyebrows are purposefully furrowed down, the strain of his frown, and the soft look in his eye, he's not angry; he's amused.

"Nope," Sherlock says, then looks back to his computer.

John sits up and smiles. "Can you not deduce my emotions?"

Sherlock grins.

"You two freak me out."

"Does Lane get annoyed at the relationship between you two?" John asks, pointing between her and his boyfriend.

"No," Olive says.

"I don't either," John says. He stands from the bed and walks over to them. Placing his hands on Sherlock's shoulders, he asks, "Do you want anything from the kitchen?"

"No thanks," Sherlock says.

John leaned down and kisses his cheek. He asks Olive if she wants anything, and when she denies, he leaves.

"I really thought he was upset," Olive says once John is gone.

"Mmm? No, of course not."

"You told him that we kissed right? That you kissed me?"

"Yes, I did."

"And?"

Sherlock looks at her. "And, what?"

"Was he mad?"

"Mmm..." Sherlock thinks about it. "No."

"What exactly did he say?"

"He said he was relieved," Sherlock answers.

"Relieved?"

"Relieved that I told him and relieved that...that it finally happened."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He said it was inevitable."

"What, like boys and girls can't be just friends?"

"Well," Sherlock says, "I did kiss you."

Olive waves a dismissive hand. "Technicalities."

"Did you tell Lane?"

"Yeah."

"Was he mad?"

Olive shrugs. "No."

"Is he brain dead or does he just not care about you?"

Olive can't help but laugh. She shoves his shoulder. "Hey!"

"I'm serious! A normal boy would flip!"

"John didn't!"

"Yeah, but John and I have practically been together for ten years. We know how to trust and we know that our love is real. You and Lane have been together for, like, a week."

"Two months, actually."

"Big difference. That's practically an hour compared to John and I."

"So? He doesn't need to get jealous and angry about you just to prove how much he likes me."

Sherlock angrily picks up his pen. "He just keeps getting more perfect, doesn't he?"

"You are allowed to like him! He's a good guy!"

Just then, John returns. "Who is?"

"My boyfriend!" Olive cries.

"Lane? Yeah, he's really nice. Pretty funny too, and he doesn't try too hard to be funny like Dane does. You know?"

Olive looks at Sherlock. "See?"

Sherlock just glares. "Fine, drop it! Get on with the email!"

Olive clears her throat and reads, "'Dear Sherlock, I need your help'," she pauses. "Great. Anyway, 'I think my boyfriend is doing drugs. I need your help to prove it.' Typical. After that, she left her number."

"Why did you say 'typical'?"

"She hangs out with even worse people than we used to. They're all into drinking and partying."

Sherlock nods. "Should I pursue it?"

"If you want to."

"I think you should," John says from the bed. "Not that my opinion matters."

Sherlock sighs and goes to the bed, where he takes John's head in his hands and kisses him deeply.

When Sherlock pulls away a second later, John's grinning. "Is that what your kiss was like?"

"No," Sherlock says, "it was like-" he kisses John again, this time even more heated than the last.

"No, no, no!" Olive yells. "He's lying it was not like that!"

Sherlock and John break apart laughing.

"I know," John says. "I'm kidding, too. Trust me, Olive, it's fine."

Sherlock returns to the desk. "He jokes to cope with anger."

Olive looks shocked.

"That's not it!" John yells, throwing a pillow at Sherlock.

Sherlock laughs and throws the pillow back.

"You guys are seriously so weird," Olive says.

"We know," John says.

"You know," Sherlock says as if realizing something important. "You are continuously giving us crap about that, but Duke said you two were in bed together when I called you that night."

John goes straight faced. "Uh..."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow. "Uh?"

"All the other beds were taken!" John cries. His voice gets a pitch higher as he nervously explains, "The other beds were taken, so Duke let me sleep with him!"

"So, all the beds were taken and your solution was to climb in with the only other guy who would gladly do something with you in that bed?"

Olive moves to stand. "I'm going outside. I know you're not kidding."

"I'm just saying," Sherlock says, "I know how to make jokes, too."

"Fine, fine!" John says.

Sherlock smirks and goes back to his laptop.

"Wanker," John mutters under his breath.

"You slept with Duke!"

John jumps up. "I did not! Ok, I mean...I did sleep with him but I did not sleep with him!"

Sherlock just grins and Olive stands again.

"I really am scared now."

"It's fine," Sherlock tells her, pulling her back to her seat.

"So! Changing the subject!" John suddenly says. "Where is Lane?"

"He had to go to dinner with his parents. They're going to tell him they're getting divorced."

"Divorced?" John asks. "How awful. But…how do you know?"

"Oh, he knows already. He's known for months."

"See, Sherlock?" John says, "You and Lane have more in common than liking to kiss his girlfriend."

Olive's cheeks grow red and she buries her face in her hands. "Stop saying that!"

"And Duke and I have more in common than you sleep with us."

John gets off the bed laughing. He rubs Olive's shoulder while running a hand through Sherlock's hair. "I'm sorry, I'm kidding, okay? And I know you're kidding, too."

"Am I?"

"You are! I'll stop, okay?"

"He won't," Sherlock adds.

"I will," John says, kissing Sherlock's head. "I'm going downstairs and staying down there. Join us soon, will you?"

"Save me a seat," Sherlock tells him. "I'll find you by Duke."

"Ugh!" John cries as he exits the room.

"So," Sherlock asks as soon as John's gone, "You say Taylor's boyfriend is probably on drugs?"

Olive shrugs. "It'd be wrong of me to assume just because his appearance or who they hang out with, but they are a popular party crowd. I just wouldn't be surprised."

"Well, I'll have to ask Taylor." Sherlock takes his phone out and begins to text.

Taylor doesn't reply right away, so the two go downstairs to join their friends.

Declan and John gather all the fluffy pillows and blankets from the house to make a huge cushion on the floor in the sitting room. The sofa is big enough for a few people to sit on comfortably, but they want everyone to be comfortable on the floor, too.

Sherlock and John sit on the angle of the sofa, where they can extend fully next to each other. Sherlock mashes against the side and John sits next to him. Olive sits at their feet, next to Wyatt.

Declan starts the movie (Easy A) and they mostly quiet down to watch the movie and eat.

Taylor finally texts Sherlock back twenty minutes in to the movie.

From Taylor Gray: Hello, Sherlock! Thanks for getting back to me. None of my friends will listen to me so I thought I'd get some real help.

Sherlock texts back discreetly, not wanting Olive to ask him about it.

To Taylor Gray: No problem. First of all, why do you think he's on drugs?

From Taylor Gray: This may be easier to talk about in person. Do you want to meet somewhere?

Sherlock knows he won't be missed at his house, so he agrees to meet Taylor for coffee in twenty minutes.

When it's time to go, he pries himself away from John and hops over the back of the sofa.

"Where are you going?" John asks.

"I've got to walk Mystery," he says, slipping his coat on and grabbing the leash.

Mystery doesn't make any attempt to move from Ellery's lap.

Sherlock snaps his fingers and Mystery just looks at him. Sherlock huffs and goes to the kitchen, where he grabs a handful of treats and goes back to the front door, where he shows Mystery that he's got them. Now Mystery hops off of Ellery and runs to Sherlock.

"Do you need me to go?" John asks.

"No, no, we're fine."

Sherlock slips out the door without any more questions, then quickly goes to the coffee shop. Thankfully, pets are allowed, so he takes Mystery in and waits for Taylor.

She arrives only a few minutes late, and she nervously sits across from Sherlock.

He gives her a fake smile and offers her coffee, but she orders hot chocolate and relaxes because he's smiling so politely.

"So," Sherlock dives right in. "What's up?"

"Well," Taylor says, "About a month ago I started noticing my boyfriend getting these really weird phone calls. And then I realized he'd been getting them for a while, but I only noticed a month ago."

"Alright. What changed? What made you notice?"

Taylor flashes a bashful smile. "We started, uhm, spending the night together. The first night, he got one, but after that, after I didn't question it the first night, I guess that just gave him permission to keep getting the calls while with me."

"Do you think…" Sherlock looks up at her, hoping he won't have to ask if she thinks he's cheating on her and that she'll just know what he's getting at.

"Think what?"

Sherlock frowns. "Do you think that…that he's cheating on you?"

Taylor shakes her head. "I mean, I really would rather he be cheating on me than doing drugs."

Sherlock curiously looks at her. "Why?"

Taylor takes a deep breath. "I have…had…a friend who overdosed last year…"

Sherlock nods; obviously he knows she's talking about Anne.

"I won't bore you with details. So, anyway, my friend last year started doing drugs long before she died. She was using cocaine, and she got pretty skinny and had lung problems. My boyfriend…I've noticed he's losing weight. His appetite is low. I've noticed his pupils are dilated often, he's very excited a lot, and sometimes he's irritable, paranoid, anxious…y'know? The usual symptoms."

Taylor is nothing like Olive made her out to be. Sherlock was expecting a Regina George, just like in Mean Girls, but Taylor is scared and nervous and it's making him scared and nervous. An overwhelming feeling of protectiveness comes over him, just like with any other client.

"Are you ever with him when you think he's high?"

Taylor shakes her head. "No. I've talked to him, though. Sometimes he calls me. Sometimes it's in the middle of the night, he'll wake me up by calling over and over until I answer."

Sherlock nods. "Good. Just…stay away from him if you think he's high, alright?"

Taylor nods.

"What kind of drug do you think he's using?"

Taylor shrugs. "I don't know. He does get nosebleeds sometimes, so…so I guess cocaine."

Sherlock nods.

Taylor buries her face in her hands. "I'm just really worried. I…I love him, y'know? I want to make sure he's okay."

"Of course," Sherlock says.

"I don't want him to die, too."

Sherlock frowns. "Taylor, uhm, what did your friend overdose on?"

"Pain meds," Taylor says, picking up a napkin. "But she was doing cocaine for a while."

"I'm sorry."

Taylor dabs her eyes with the side of her napkin. "Thank you."

"So," Sherlock says, "Do you have any leads?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"Who is your boyfriend? Does he go to school with us?"

"No," Taylor says. "He's twenty. His name is Danny. He's not a bad guy. He's really nice, he likes football and has a real job and wears fancy clothes, y'know? He's not really someone you'd look at and think, that boy does cocaine! But…I'm afraid he might."

"Where does he work?"

Taylor tells him the address of the bank where Danny works. Sherlock puts it in his phone with a reminder to check Danny out.

"Is there anything, absolutely anything else?"

Taylor brushes her hair out of her eyes while thinking. "Let me think…"

"Any mysterious friends he doesn't introduce you to? Anywhere you know he goes to be private? Any random mobile numbers you've noticed him call?"

"There is one…" Taylor says.

"One what?"

"One name that calls him pretty often. It's Kai. I have no idea who Kai is. But once, Danny was with me when Kai called and all Danny said when he left was 'My friend needs me to do something.' I didn't ask about it, of course, but come to think of it, it was really sketchy."

"Kai…" Sherlock repeats, then puts that with the other note about Danny in his phone. "Alright. Anything else?"

Taylor shakes her head. "That's it."

Sherlock takes a dog treat out of his pocket and gives it to Mystery. "I'll look into your boyfriend as soon as I can, alright? Do you know when he'll be working next?"

"Monday until five o'clock."

"Perfect. I'll swing by the bank on Monday."

"Thanks Sherlock. Really, thank you."

"It's my pleasure," he says, then moves to stand.

She reaches across the table and grabs his arm. "Wait…"

Sherlock slowly sits back down.

"I just…uhm…" Taylor shakes her head. "It's stupid."

"Is it something to do with the case?"

"No, it's…" Taylor bites her lip, then blurts, "How's Olive?"

Sherlock wants to smile, but he doesn't because she isn't. "She's good."

"Is she? That's good."

Sherlock nods.

"She's dating Everett, right?"

"Lane, yeah. He's not a bad guy."

"That's good. He's probably not doing cocaine behind her back, is he?"

Sherlock lets out a light chuckle. "No, I…I hope not."

Taylor smiles. "That's…that's good. I'm glad she's okay. Tell her I said hello."

Sherlock nods.

Taylor takes a relaxed breath and moves to stand. "Well, let me know if you find anything, okay? Or if you've got any questions. I'll try to be helpful."

Sherlock follows her up and tosses another treat to Mystery. "You have been helpful so far. I'll find out what's going on, okay?"

Taylor nods, then hugs him delicately. "Thank you, Sherlock."

"You're welcome, Taylor," he says, then he takes Mystery's leash and leaves.

When he gets back to his house, his friends are still sitting around watching the movie. He wasn't gone long so it's not surprising that the movie is still on, but now everyone's talking louder about different things. The main thing Sherlock picks up upon entering the house is prom.

"There's my prom date!" John calls as Sherlock hangs his coat.

Sherlock smiles and goes to them, climbing back over the sofa to sit next to John.

"That was pretty cool how you asked John, Sherlock," Wyatt says.

"It was so romantic!" Jenna says. All the girls mutter agreements.

Margo turns to Dane. "Why don't you ask me some way like that?"

Dane shrugs. "'Cause you're going to go with me anyway."

Margo huffs. "Not if someone better asks me."

Everyone laughs while Dane pouts.

"Would it kill you boys to be a little bit romantic sometimes?" Olive asks.

"Declan asked me last night with eight books," Ellery says.

"With…eight books?" Duke asks, unimpressed.

"I'm allergic to flowers and I like books," Ellery says. "The words 'Will You Go To Prom With Me' and the question mark were highlighted in the book titles. It was romantic."

"That's nice, Declan," John tells him.

"Thank you, thank you," Declan replies with pride.

"How were you asked, Olive?" Ellery asks.

"I haven't been asked yet," Olive says.

"Why not?" Jenna asks her.

Olive shrugs. "I don't know. Dane hasn't asked Margo yet, either."

"Yeah, but Dane will just chicken out as soon as he gets a good idea as to how to ask her," Duke chimes in.

"Aww," Margo says. "That's so sweet, Dane!"

Dane blushes. "Yeah…"

"You know I'll go with you, babe!" Margo tells him.

Dane smiles. "You will?"

"Yes, of course!"

The couple on the floor share a kiss that turns into more than any of the friends want to see.

"Brady, have you asked Jenna?" John asks.

"She asked me," Brady says. "Last weekend, she gave me a yellow bowtie and told me to wear it to prom, so I said I would."

The friends all laugh.

"Way to go, Jenna!" Declan says.

"It was quite romantic," Jenna jokes, "If I do say so myself."

Everyone laughs some more and Brady kisses Jenna's cheek.

"Alex," Margo says, "Any idea of who you want to go with?"

Alex glances at Wyatt, then looks away quickly like nobody will notice. Everyone does, of course, and when they all look at Wyatt, he's blushing.

"Alex," Olive gets her attention. She pokes Wyatt's arm and says, "Did you know Wyatt's middle name is Alexander?"

Alex smiles and Wyatt still blushes.

"And," Olive adds, "His favorite color is blue. Aaaand he really likes One Direction."

"I do not!" Wyatt cries.

Alex still laughs. "Well, those are good to know, Olive, thank you."

"Just working my magic," she says, nudging Wyatt's arm.

Wyatt shakes his head and rubs his face in embarrassment.

They put in two more movies after Easy A ends, and those who don't leave after the second (John, Olive, Ellery, Duke, and Alex) fall asleep on the sofa and the cushiony floor. John holds Sherlock close and Olive lies on the pillow on Sherlock's shins, and all the friends still there sleep comfortably all night.