A/N: Prom stuff coming up! Which is exciting. I'm also working on another story that's taking up most of my attention right now, but I'm reeeally proud and excited about this so it'll be up soon. It's a complete story so it won't be like this, it won't be 50+ chapters. But it'll be up very soon. Look out for it. Thanks for reading, please review!

On Tuesday, Sherlock and Olive take Paris to the bank where Danny was working to get him a job interview. The manager says they are looking to fill space, then he asks a million times how they knew he'd be hiring. After diverting the question, he gives Paris an application to work.

Afterwards, they take Paris to a few more businesses, then dinner, and then they show him around a bit more. They teach him how to ride the Tube.

"We don't have this in Baton Rouge," Paris tells them. "We have buses."

"We have buses too, but sometimes this is quicker."

"Amazing," is all Paris says to that.

While watching Paris and Olive flirt with each other without Taylor to get between them, Sherlock texts John to distract himself.

From John Watson: How's it going?

To John Watson: It's fine. Paris has filled out three applications and we taught him how to ride the tube.

From John Watson: I'm almost done with my work. Come over after?

Sherlock grows an evil grin.

To John Watson: Oh, I'll definitely come.

He adds a wink-face to the end just to mess with John.

John replies with a wink-face, then Sherlock shoves his phone into his pocket so he can focus on walking slightly behind Olive and Paris.

On Wednesday, Sherlock goes to Lestrade's office to relay his description of the boy he saw at the house they followed Danny to. All he remembers is that the boy had brown hair and was about average height, but he doesn't really remember his face. Lestrade gives him a stack of photos to look through for the guy, but Sherlock recognizes none of them.

"Would you know him if you saw him again?" Lestrade asks.

Sherlock shrugs. "Probably."

Lestrade says he'll call with developments, then lets Sherlock go.

The entire school buzzes about Prom coming up on Saturday. Everyone is overly excited, even Sherlock. More than he'll admit, he's excited for the dance with John.

Sherlock knows he's excited because John is excited. John is so eager to be able to go to the dance with Sherlock that he's practically flying all week. He looks happy, always wearing a big, satisfied grin.

Since Declan's still friendly with everyone but Sherlock, the friends all make plans to eat dinner at the Holmes residence before Prom. There's enough space for all seven couples, and of course Clement is happy to host them all. Since Paris hangs out at their house every day that week, Clement employs Paris to be a server.

"You can meet all of our friends," Sherlock says over the phone to Paris the morning of Prom.

"How many people will be there?"

"Well, John and I, my cousin Declan and his girlfriend, Olive and her boyfriend—"

"She has a boyfriend?"

"Uh…yes."

"Oh…"

"Is that a problem?"

"Problem? No, that's wonderful. I just…I thought she was flirting with me. I wanted to ask her out."

"She was flirting. She rarely does it, but every once in a while she acts like a girl. Taylor is single, though."

"Is she?" Paris asks, interested.

Sherlock laughs. "Anyway, there will also be my friends Harvey, Lily, Duke, Blake, Jenna, Brady, Wyatt, and Alex."

"You have a lot of friends."

"They're mostly John's friends, but they tolerate me."

Paris laughs. "Well, I look forward to it. What should I wear?"

"Whatever you want. There's no dress code. Well, I'm told there is for actual prom-goers, but for you I'm sure whatever is fine."

"I'll dress nice."

"If you want to."

"Thanks for being so nice, Sherlock."

"You're welcome. It's easy when the person you're being nice to is so pleasant."

Paris laughs. Sherlock blushes, embarrassed that he said that.

"Thank you, friend," Paris says. "I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye!" Sherlock quickly says, then hangs up.

Olive goes over to Sherlock's house at three in the afternoon. Since John is hanging out with Brady and Harvey, Sherlock invited her over to spend time alone.

"You missed me," Olive teases.

"So?!"

She laughs. "I ate almost all of my gift from New York already."

"That was a seven pound bag of candy. And I know that because I argued with the man at the store about it for twenty minutes!"

"Do I want to know why?"

"Because he was a crook, that's why."

Olive laughs again. "I sure missed this."

"I'm sure you did," he jokes.

They waste time before their six o'clock dinner by walking the dog, then Sherlock does an experiment on burning nail polish while Olive gives herself a manicure.

"Stop!" she yells at him after he lights it on his desk again.

"Why? It's fun."

"Your dad's going to get mad and not let me come back here!"

Sherlock lights it again.

"Stop!" Olive yells, then jumps off Sherlock's bed and tackles him off his desk chair.

He grabs the matches as he goes down. "Ow!" he yells. "Get off me!"

She has him pinned on his side. She shifts to sit just above his hip. "Give me the matches!" she shouts.

"No! Get off!"

Olive flicks him in the head. "Give me!"

Sherlock swats at her leg and arms. "Get off!" He pushes her up enough to turn onto his back, then she sits firmly on his chest. "Ouch!" he yells, dropping the matches on the floor.

She pushes his head into the carpet and grabs the box of matches before he can. She shoves them into her back pocket.

Sherlock uses her second long distraction to push Olive off of him, and right then Clement walks into the room.

"Sherlock, I—" he pauses and stares at them. "What are you two doing?"

Sherlock just looks at his dad. Of course he doesn't want to tell Clement why they're fighting, and he hopes Clement won't look at his desk. "Uh…nothing."

"Manicures," Olive quickly says.

"Uh-huh…" Clement mutters. He tells Sherlock that he needs Sherlock's laundry, then he leaves the two alone.

Sherlock hops off the floor and looks down where he dropped the matches. "Where'd my matches go?"

"Nowhere," Olive says, standing after him.

He glares at her. "What'd you do with them?"

"Nothing!"

Olive goes back to where she was painting her fingernails on Sherlock's bed, still acting like she doesn't know where the matches went.

"Let me paint your fingernails," she says.

"What?!"

"Or toenails, I don't care."

"No!" he shouts from his closet.

When he returns with his laundry basket in hand, she looks up at him with big eyes. "Please?"

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Fine! Only if I get my matches back."

Olive smiles widely. "Okay!"

When Sherlock returns, he takes his shoes and socks off and washes his feet before joining Olive on the bed. He lays back and lets her do whatever she wants while he lights match after match over his head.

"You're going to burn yourself," she warns.

"I wo—OW!"

Olive chuckles to herself.

They part to take quick showers, then they reunite in Sherlock's bathroom to discuss Olive's hair.

"I don't care about your stupid hair!" he cries.

"Your hair is stupid," she argues.

Sherlock takes a comb and brushes his hair down. "You're stupid," he mutters.

Olive laughs. "Mature as always, Holmes."

He glares at her through the mirror.

She settles for simple curls in her hair, which is rare for her, but since Ellery is in the house too, she helps.

Sherlock sits on the toilet while Ellery helps Olive with her hair.

"Declan's not mad at you anymore," Ellery softly says while she combs Olive's hair.

Sherlock looks up at her. "What?"

"Declan. He was mad at you, but he's not anymore."

"Oh? That's…good."

"He just doesn't know what to say. He wants to apologize, but he's scared."

"He doesn't need to," Sherlock says. "I just want things to go back to normal."

"He will apologize, though," Ellery says. "Dec feels bad."

Sherlock nods. "Well, tell him I'm fine and he doesn't need to."

"Okay," Ellery says. "Nice toes, by the way."

Sherlock wiggles his blue-tipped appendages. "Oh, damn it!" he cries. "I forgot!"

Olive and Ellery laugh.

"Too bad I don't have any polish remover," Olive says.

Sherlock glares at her. "You're evil."

The girls high-five.

Sherlock decides to initiate talking between him and Declan a while later when Ellery asks him to get her dress from Declan's room. He goes down the hall and eagerly knocks on the door.

"Come in!" Declan calls.

Sherlock enters. "Hey, umh, Ellery wants her dress. I think they're kicking me out to get dressed, so we probably should, too."

"Right," Declan says, giving Sherlock the dress.

"Thanks," Sherlock says, turning from the door to leave.

"Sherlock," Declan stops him. "Listen, I'm sorry for—"

Sherlock shakes his head. "You don't have to apologize, it's okay."

"But—"

"No, don't worry about it. I would've been upset, too."

Declan nods. "Alright then."

"I'd better get this back," Sherlock says.

"Right. Ellery gets pretty feisty."

"I know. They were doing their hair a while ago and I offered to help, and I thought she was going to bite my fingers off."

Declan laughs. "She is insane sometimes. What does her hair look like?"

"She told me not to tell you."

"Christ! You'd think we're getting married or something."

Sherlock laughs. "Yeah, so you'd better get a move on getting dressed."

"You too!" Declan says, then goes to his closet.

Sherlock delivers the dress, grabs his own suit, then goes down to Mycroft's room to change.

The boys are dressed and downstairs by 5:30. Paris is in the kitchen helping Clement make dinner, and Sherlock's surprised to see him.

"Paris! I didn't know you were here, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, your dad let me in."

"Look, Sherlock!" Clement cries. "Paris showed me to put pepper in this sauce, taste it!"

Sherlock confusedly goes to his dad and tastes what's on his offered spoon. "That's good, Dad."

Clement happily smiles.

"You must be Declan," Paris says to Declan. "I've heard so much about you."

"Yeah you too," Declan says, shaking his hand. "Paris, is it?"

"Right," Paris says. "Man, you two look a lot alike."

Declan and Sherlock look at each other. They do have the same face, except their eyes are slightly different colors, and Declan's cheekbones are a little bit less prominent. Plus, Declan's hair is a shade lighter than Sherlock's any many inches shorter.

"They're our little twins," Clement says, kissing both of their heads.

They both make a face.

Paris laughs at them.

John arrives at the Holmes house ten minutes later, and he drags Sherlock into the den to "talk about something".

"What is it?" Sherlock frantically asks as John shuts the door.

John doesn't say anything, he just grabs Sherlock's face and pulls him in for a deep kiss.

Sherlock is startled at first, but he quickly joins in.

"You look so sexy," John whispers between kisses.

Sherlock moans and kisses John harder.

They don't go far. They part after long minutes and stand back to straighten up.

"Later," John promises. "I'm gonna rock your world."

"Rock my world?" Sherlock repeats, laughing.

John shrugs. "I heard it somewhere, thought it was appropriate."

Sherlock laughs. "Rock away, then."

John kisses his cheek, then fixes Sherlock's hair and leads him out the door.

"Everything alright?" Clement asks when they return to the kitchen.

"Huh? Yeah."

Clement nods and turns away, but Declan and Paris both give them a knowing look. Sherlock and John just blush.

Brady and Jenna arrive next, and they're both very interested in meeting Paris. After them, Harvey and Lily arrive, then Ellery and Olive finally make it downstairs.

They're both dressed and ready, Ellery in a long, silver gown with sheer long sleeves and her hair up in a messy, yet styled, bun. Olive has a strapless, sparkly, sea-foam green floor length gown with her long, curly hair half pinned up in the back.

"Good god, you take forever," Sherlock complains.

Declan just goes to Ellery in awe.

"You look beautiful," he says.

Ellery smiles.

Declan kisses her cheek over and over while whispering in her ear. She just smiles and hugs him tight.

"A compliment wouldn't kill you," Olive tells Sherlock.

"Why? You're not my girlfriend."

Olive pinches his chest and he yelps.

The rest of their friends arrive shortly after, including Lane. He tells Olive she's beautiful and kisses her, running his fingers through her hair until she tells him it'll mess up the curls.

Once they've all arrived, they sit to eat. Clement and Paris serve them their dinner while the friends talk and joke and laugh and enjoy the company of everyone around them. Even Sherlock, who rarely ever has this much fun with their friends.

"Hey," Declan says while they're eating. "What's everyone doing after the dance?"

Nobody speaks up to give any idea of plans for after.

"Let's have a slumber party," Declan says.

"Where?" Duke asks.

"Here, duh! Let me go ask."

Declan excuses himself to ask Clement, then a few minutes later he comes back to say that they can have a sleepover.

It makes everyone more excited. They make plans to go to their homes for clothes after the dance, then to return to the Holmes house to party and sleep that night.

Again, even Sherlock is excited about it.

Everyone decides it's time to leave a little after seven o'clock. The dance started at seven, so they all want to be fashionably late.

"You all have fun," Clement tells them as they exit.

They all thank Clement.

Sherlock hugs his dad.

"Dance with John, please," Clement tells him. "At least once."

"Okay, Dad."

Clement kisses his head.

Sherlock moves to say goodbye to Paris. "We're having a sleepover here after prom. Come back when we all get here."

"Okay," Paris says. "I might."

"Olive is inviting Taylor."

Paris grins. "Oh, really?

Sherlock laughs. "I'll see you later, then."

Paris pats his back, then goes back to the kitchen to help Clement clean up.

John and Sherlock get into John's mother's car to drive themselves there.

"I'm sure glad we're doing this, love."

Sherlock smiles at John. "Me too."