Thursday and Friday (1)

-Thursday, 10:19, twenty minutes since Sherlock has woken up-

Found your note. Delete it. -SH

Now. -SH

Nope.

Don't be mean. -SH

You looked adorable.

I couldn't help myself.

You can't just keep a picture of me against my will! -SH

You're all curled up and you can see my name on your hoodie. You look too cute. I'm keeping it.

Creep. -SH

Insulting me isn't going to convince me to delete it for you.

It's my background now, by the way. My phone background has never looked so beautiful before.

[Delayed] What will get you to delete it? -SH

Nothing will.

Not even if I watch one of those horrid chick flicks with you? -SH

You love them.

I tolerate them for your sake. -SH

That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. Ever.

How can I get you to delete it, Lestrade? -SH

Don't you find it odd that you only call me Lestrade over text?

Stop changing the subject. -SH

Nothing is getting me to delete this picture. Sorry, sunshine.

I hate you. -SH

Sure, sure. Feeling any better?

Much. -SH

I might still be sick enough to vomit on you, though. -SH

Lovely. Will you be in class tomorrow?

Most likely. Are you in class now? -SH

In the changing rooms. Footy practise starts at 10:45.

The timing John choose for today is a tad random. -SH

He couldn't make 10:30 but didn't want to leave it until 11:00.

Well, going by the last game, your team needs all the practise it can get. -SH

That's a low blow...

You know they played dirty.

Yes, yes. You 'bitched' about it for over an hour. -SH

You're being mean today.

Delete the picture and I'll stop. -SH

Nope. The picture is worth this abuse.

This isn't abuse!

Now, you're just angry that your trick didn't work.

I hate you. -SH

Go train. -SH

And know, I will murder you if anyone else sees that picture. -SH

Aye, aye, Captain.

John's the Captain... -SH

You're an idiot...

Rude! -SH

*

-Thursday, 12:35, five minutes since Sherlock, Molly and Greg's Chemistry class has ended-

Sherlock! When are you back? Chem is no fun without you... Greg doesn't get the project he's doing with Mike, never mind understand our project. -M

I'll be back tomorrow. -SH

Yay! -M

Even though we don't have Chem tomorrow. Just dance. -M

Greg's missed you. He's all mopy and grumpy at lunch. -M

He's spent most of his time here since I've been ill. -SH

He still misses you. -M

Right. -SH

Did you wake up on he wrong side of the bed or something? -M

No. -SH

What's with all the short, snappy answers then? -M

Bored. -SH

Oh my God! -M

? -SH

You miss him too! You're all clingy because you're ill - his words, but adding that it's cute - and you miss him being there to cuddle you while you get better! -M

No. -SH

Yes. -M

No. -M

Yes. -SH

Maybe. -SH

I call Maid of Honour at the wedding. -M

Stop planning this nonexistent wedding between Greg and myself. -SH

Make me. -M

Hello? -M

Sherlock? -M

Fine. Bye. -M

*

-Friday, 16:03, thirty three minutes after Sherlock's dance class has ended-

One of those girls glaring at me during last week's match was Grace, by the way. -SH

Yeah, so? I'm not really interested in my ex's life, Sherlock.

So, Lestrade, it strongly suggests she still likes you despite breaking it off. She probably changed her mind because of the muscles you've developed in the past two years. -SH

How does glaring at you mean she likes me?

She was glaring once all the dim twits surrounding me assumed that the hoodie I was wearing was an indication of some kind of relationship between you and I. -SH

What's your point, Sherlock? She fancies me again. Big whoop.

You should go on a date with her. -SH

Why?

You've obviously been craving a relationship. She broke up with you two years ago and you've been on one date since then and that was a year ago. -SH

I don't want to want date Grace, Sherlock.

[Slight delay] Kathy is interested too, her 'BFF' -SH

I'm aware that those girls are interested, Sherlock. They do little to hide it. Why are you suddenly wanting me to date? Sick of all our movie nights?

You're craving a relationship. -SH

And you're repeating yourself.

You want a girlfriend. -SH

Nope.

A boyfriend? -SH

Would be nice, I guess.

It's no secret Mike would consider it. -SH

God, no. He's a great mate but just a mate.

Thomas? -SH

Sherlock, why are you trying to get me to find someone to date? Are you seriously that fed up with me that you resort to trying to shove me into a relationship?

I'm not sick of you. Or fed up. Or anything like that. -SH

Then stop pressuring me to date.

You'll never find a girl/guy if you spend all your time with me. -SH

Looks like you're stuck with me then :p

Okay. -SH

Okay? That's it?

Yes. -SH

Right...

I'll be come soon. Is my presence welcomed?

Course it is.

How was dance?

Great. Molly and I have set the moves in stone and simply have to practise the routine now. -SH

You and Molly sure have a lot of school projects together. Chem and dance. Your too favourite subjects. John says you text her a whole lot too.

Your point? -SH

She's obviously crushing on you. Everyone knows.

I'm aware. She's working on getting over it. -SH

Why?

We both know that it's never going to happen. -SH

Why not?

How many times do I have to tell you girlfriends are not my area, at all. -SH

You know, I've always been confused about whether that's your way of telling that you likes guys or what...

You could have just asked. Idiot. -SH

It's not really my business.

We've know each other my whole life. You should be more than comfortable asking me why sexuality. -SH

I figured you'd tell me if you wanted me to know. If I should be comfortable enough to ask, you should be comfortable enough to tell me.

In all honestly, I'm not exactly sure what I am. -SH

Okay. So, you've never had a crush?

One. -SH

And why don't I know about this, mister?

[Delayed] I don't know. -SH

Do you still like them?

I suppose so, yes. -SH

Girl or boy?

Boy. -SH

What's his name?

[Delayed] Hello? Sherlock?

You don't have to tell me. No worries.

Thank you. -SH

Never thought you of all people would be the shy type.

Shut up. -SH

Do I know him?

I believe so. -SH

You're never understanding about my not telling you. -SH

I'm a bit miffed, I guess. But best friend or not, I have no right to know every detail about you, sunshine. Everyone has secrets.

Thank you. -SH

How far away are you? Should I put the kettle on?

Will you care if I come round in my dance clothes? -SH

Nope.

Put the kettle on. -SH

Aye, aye.

*

-Friday, 17:01, immediately after the end of Greg and Sherlock's previous conversation-

He fancies someone...

Yeah. YOU! -J

I doubt it.

He give you a name? -J

Well, no...

He likes you, Greg. Ask him out. I love you, mate, but having the same conversation is getting a boring as shit. -J

What if it's not me?

It is. Molly's shown me the texts. -J

Show me them.

Texts are private. I can't do that to Sherlock. -J

Molly shows them to you!

Screenshots yeah.. -J

Show me them. I'll ask him out if you can provide concrete evidence he likes me back.

[Long Delay] [Files attached] There. -J

[Delayed] I wasn't expecting you to really do it...

Fuck.

Oh my God..

Now ask the boy on a date. -J

It's not that simple!

You have the evidence right there, Greg? What the in Lord's name is stopping you now? -J

He likes me... Doesn't mean he wants to date me.

Fucking hell, Greg. Just man up and do it! -J

Sherlock isn't like other people. You can't just simply ask Sherlock Holmes on a date. He's too special for that.

Kiss him, then. -J

[Delayed] He's here. I gotta go. Bye.

Consider it! -J

Okay...

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