Chapter 6

Charlie's POV

I woke up on Monday morning and saw John was still sound asleep. I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom, smiling to myself as I did so. John just made me happy. I got this feeling in my stomach whenever he looked at me; like someone had set a thousand butterflies loose inside of me, so they bumped around and my chest tightened. He had an incredible smile that could light up the darkest days, and his eyes were always so bright and gorgeous. 

I locked the bathroom door and went over to the sink, turning the water on, splashing the cool liquid over my face. Why did I care about him? Was I gay? Bisexual? Was I only interested in John? I couldn't deny I had feelings for him. There was no point in even trying. He was amazing, incredible... And with my luck, probably straight. 

I ran a comb through my black curls and wiped the sleeping dust out of my eyes. Sherlock. What was Sherlock? John would always mumble that in his sleep. Sometimes it was a happy Sherlock and sometimes it was a sorrowful Sherlock. Was Sherlock a person? A town? A pet? I would ask John about it, but I felt it would be wrong. 'I remembered Anderson saying something about John's boyfriend, and John didn't deny it. Boyfriend though. So he was gay, but he had a boyfriend. I laughed at myself. Of course John had a boyfriend. Who wouldn't want John? He's gorgeous, sweet, funny, caring, talented, and strong. 

I sighed and went to the loo before washing my hands and going back into the main room. John had just woken up. He sat up in his bed and scratched the back of his head. He looked up at me and smiled, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. His smile drove me insane, and I couldn't help but grin  back at him. 

We packed our schoolbags, talking and laughing together, and even though my heart ached for him, I had to remember that John had a boyfriend. Is that who Sherlock is? Is Sherlock the name of John's boyfriend? Sherlock and John. As much as I hated to admit it, it had a nice ring to it. But then again, so did John and Charlie. 

John got up and took off his tight white t-shirt right in front of me, giving me a view of his muscular torso that drove me insane. He had a purple scar across his chest, and he flinched when he saw me looking at it, quickly shoving his school shirt on.

"Wait!" I said too quickly. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Wait, erm, is that the scar from your bullet wound?"

"Erm, yeah," John replied.

"Can I have a look at it?"

John nodded, and I went over to him and pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, so it hung down around his arms. I traced the lines of John's scar with my finger, wondering why someone would shoot a teenager, let alone John Watson. Realising I was still touching John's chest and he was watching me, I looked up, and my eyes locked with his. My hand was still on John's chest, but suddenly it was just John and I. 

After what seemed like a lifetime of looking into his eyes, which was really a few seconds, John turned his head to the side, moving his gaze elsewhere.Boyfriend. Right.  I cleared my throat. "Sorry."

John shook his head. "It's fine. We should probably head downstairs though, otherwise we'll miss breakfast."

"Right, yeah."

We grabbed our school bags and headed out the door, John ahead of me. I watched as he pushed through the crowds of students,  and since he was the new captain of the rugby team he obviously had a dominant position in the school. Girls and boys alike greeted him, and I noticed he didn't really show much interest in any of them. Girls checked him out, and boys seemed eager to be his friend, but he didn't seem to care. I was glad to be an exception to that, but I wasn't sure if that was still the case. I had screwed things up by creating a moment between us. He had a boyfriend. It wasn't fair on him to put him in a position to feel uncomfortable. I'd have to fall back and grit my teeth. 

We grabbed some food and sat down at a table, only to be joined by guys from the rugby team. I sat there and ate my food as people spoke to John. 

"How's Greg?" One boy asked him.

"He's good and happy."

"Aye, that's the main thing. Think we can get him to come out to one of our parties? He can provide the drinks?"

John laughed, but his happiness didn't reach his eyes. "I'll see what I can do. No promises though, you'd better hope he won't rad you out to Mr. Holmes."

The rest of the group laughed about that. "And what about Sherlock? How's he doing?"

"How did you lot hear about that?" John asked them, remaining friendly though I knew it would annoy him. My heart ached at the mention of Sherlock.

"Well when your mate gets rushed out of here in an ambulance with another guy who's been murdered and the schools resident sociopath gets marched out by his deputy headmaster brother, you know something's up," another guy pitched in. 

"None of you lads have mentioned it before," John said with a laugh. 

"Yeah, well we know it must be a bit of sore spot for you. I mean, you and Sherlock were quite close."

"We still are," John cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyebrows. Now he was getting defensive. "Sherlock is a brilliant bloke."

"Yeah, sure, but you've got to admit, he was a total dickhead."

John put on a fake smile. "Let's just drop it, yeah?" The boys nodded. I gave John a sympathetic smile, and he smiled back sadly. "I have stuff I need to do. I'll see you all later." John got up and walked off, leaving me there with his friends. 

"What is up with him and that Sherlock guy?" I asked them once he was out of the cafeteria.

One of the guys, I think his name was Jake, shrugged. "Sherlock is this sociopathic guy. Total dickhead, though. He's an arrogant pain in the arse, but a total genius. No one likes him apart from John and Sherlock likes no one other than John. The two are best friends, and Sherlock used to be John's roommate. To cut a long story short, rumour has it someone shot John -we think it was that Moriarty kid- so Sherlock shot Moriarty and killed him. He's in prison now, but John still visits and all."

"And they're just friends?"

Jake shrugged. "Dunno, none of our business, I suppose. We don't judge around here."

I nodded and smiled. "That's cool. I'd like to meet this Sherlock guy."

"No you wouldn't," the boys all laughed. "He can tell you your life story after glancing at you for three seconds. Reduced some to tears when he did it. Teachers included."

I chuckled before seeing their serious expressions. "Wait... You're not joking?"

They all shook their heads. "Nope. Dead serious. But once you meet Sherlock Holmes, you'll never forget him, that's for sure."

I nodded again. "I'll take your word for it." I then excused myself from the group and went up to the school library. I went onto the computers and typed in 'Sherlock Holmes'.

Over one hundred results came up. Sherlock Holmes Wins Science Fair Award.

Sherlock Holmes Wins International Competition.

Sherlock Holmes Solves Murder. 

Sherlock Holmes Finds Stolen Goods, Returns Them to 'Holmes'.

That's the way it went. Sherlock Holmes this, Sherlock Holmes that. I clicked on one article, and a picture of a bloke came up, and he held in his hand a trophy. I had to admit, he was incredibly handsome. He had urban curls and bright, piercing eyes, and sharp cheekbones. He had cupid bow lips, and he was incredibly tall. He wore a charcoal coloured overcoat, and a navy blue scarf was wrapped around his neck. His face was pale and void of all emotion, but I could imagine him smiling with John. Underneath there was a caption: Sherlock Holmes (above) with his fifty-seventh award.

I could picture John and Sherlock together, cuddling, laughing, joking around. How could I compete with that? Sherlock seemed to be a great guy, despite what I had heard about him, but of course I still wanted John to be mine. 

I guess I would have to see how things played out. 

(A/N- Hello, my lovelies! Sooo, Charlie's point of view!! What do you think of him? Do you like him or not? Please continue to comment/vote/share/follow, if you enjoy it, I really appreciate it! 

-CH xx)