After class that evening, I sprinted back to my dorm and threw myself onto my bed, the phone in my hands, shaking slightly as I withdrew the blessed paper from my pocket and stabbed the numbers into the keypad, wondering what on EARTH I was going to say to this beautiful boy from the cinema.

I needed to be witty.

Charming.

Sexy??

No.

Eh, maybe.

Humourous perhaps?

Throw in a pick up line or something?

Pokémon?

"Hey. Looking at you makes my bulba soar ;))"

NO.

Be calm cool and collective and-

"Hi it's Sherlock."

Smooth.

With that thought in mind, my good friend Mike Stamford (Who is indeed your Godfather Hamish) called my mobile.

"EY UP SHEZZAA!!"

"Are you drunk?" I sighed, "It's only 6pm."

"No no NO nO I'm not druUUNKkk..."

There was a pause.

"Okay well maybe sliiightly tipsyish." He giggled, as the sound of people chatted around him in the background.

"What do you want Mike?"

"WELL, I want you to come to this party Sally Donovan's having at her place. 'Ave some laughs and a few pints aye?"

"You know I despise that woman."

"Never mind THAT. I just want you to come later on tonight because it's reeeaaalllyy fun, and I want to see the great Shezza Holmes out of that dingy room of his."

I groaned internally. Why couldn't people understand that I LIKED being alone? Alone was what protected me. Alone was what I had.

"No." I huffed.

"Pleaseee?"

"No."

"Pretty PLLLEEEAASSEEEE??"

"Mike you're shouting. Alright fine. I'll be there at 8. But i'm only staying for an hour, and an hour only. Got it?"

"YEESSS!!" He yelled in triumph. In the background I heard several whoops of some drunken classmates, more than likely having no idea what Mike was even shouting about in the first place.

"Right, well it's really fun," He added, "'Cause there's people like Greg Lestrade here and his girlfriend, um, Molly Hooper from the Forensic Science block, and, uhh, oh yeah and John Watson."

I felt myself flush red.

"John Watson's there?" I gulped, trying to restrain the sound of excitement in my voice.

"Yeah! He's a right laugh. I've heard he's recently come out as bisexual too so I dunno mate, get a couple Vodka and rum's down his neck and you might be in a chance of screwing him over Sally's coffee table ahahaHAHAHA!!"

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as a mental image formed in my mind.

(And yes Hamish your old Dad did have impulses back then shush get over it.)

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean." I said flatly, silently banking the information in my mind palace if the chance came along.

"Anyway I'm coming then, I suppose. Try not to make out with the stair banister again this time Mike."

I hung up and ran to my closet, doing a little skip of excitement.

John was going to be at the party.

John Watson.

THE John Watson.

I was going to see him again.

And perhaps make him a couple of Vodka and rum's.

7.45pm

I ran down the stairs of the Uni flat, my stomach bubbing with nerves.

As I reached the door I subconciously straightened my favourite figuring hugging deep purple shirt and ran a hand through my dark curls and sighed. I hated them.

I unlocked the door and stepped out onto the street pavement and hailed a taxi to take me to Donovan's dorm.

I was at the door.

The booming sound of godawful pop music and teenage chatter was leaking from the gap under the door.

I stood there breathing hard.

The potential love of my life and my disgustingly long term crush was said to be only on the other side of the thin piece of wood between us.

I mentally slapped myself for being so conspicuous.

"Get a grip Sherlock." I muttered under my breath.

And with that fleeting sense of panic, I rapped on the door.

"SHEZZA!!" yelled a voice as the door instantly swung open.

"Hello Mike."

"It's FAB to see you my maTEY genius, my cleVER FRIEND YOU!" He dragged me into a bone-crushing hug and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind him with his foot, and staggering a little.

I observed the scene tentitavley, my eyes scanning for John Watson amongst the sea of drunken dancing and sweaty bodies pressed together.

"COME ON SHEZ, LET'S GET YOU A DRINK!" He dragged me onwards towards an old table covered with empty cups and littered with bottles.

"MIKE YOU KNOW I DON'T DRINK!" I shouted over the noise of the booming speakers and the drunken slurrs of songs at the karaoke station.

"AWWW SHEZ YOU'RE SO BOOORING!!" Mike bellowed, handing me some Coca Cola in a plastic cup and drooping his arms in defeat. "FINE. I KNOW WHAT WE CAN DO." He said suddenly with a mischevious smile. "LET'S FIND JOHN WATSON FOR YOU HAHAHA!"

I choked on my Cola, a wash of dread gushing over me like a bucket of ice.

"No Mike please no-"

"COOME ONN! HE'S BEEN ASKING ABOUT YOU ALL BLOODY NIGHT."

My mind stopped.

He was asking about me?

He wanted to see me?

Perhaps those Vodka and rum's could be useful afterall.

I was cut out of my thoughts when we approached the back of a small, muscular man with short blonde hair and a glowing presence like the sun.

I nearly vomited in surprise of seeing him so quick.

Mike reached over a tapped him on the back.

"JOHN! JOHN WATSON!"

The sun man turned around from his group of friends and smiled at Mike, before looking up at me and stopping dead in his tracks.

I could see his smile falter into something of shock and excitement and his breathing instantly quickened in his chest.

"MIKE!" He yelled back, dragging his eyes away from my gaze and smiling again. "YOU BROUGHT SHERLOCK!"

"YEAH I DID." smirked Mike, in a 'I-may-be-drunk-but-I-know-what's-going-on-here' kind of way.

"HI." I said, already regretting it, but getting lost in your father's stormy blue eyes again.

We stared intenetly at each other as seconds went by feeling like lightyears, and as if it were only John Watson and I stuck in our own little galaxy, stars passing by and an electric pulse burning between us, aching for us to be closer.

Suddenly everything came back into focus.

"RIIIGHHTT..." said Mike, awkwardly after a long silence, "ONCE YOU FELLA'S ARE DONE EYE FUCKING I'M GONNA GO AND CHAT UP SALLY I SUPPOSE...BYE SHERLOCK, BYE JOHN..." He stumbled a few feet away before bellowing, "USE PROTECTION!!!"

Your father smiled bashully, a clear blush creeping up his neck, matching my own crimson complexion.

"COME ON," he shouted suddenly to me, smiling, "LETS GO SOMEWHERE QUIETER AND LETS GET YOU A DRINK!"

"UHM, I DON'T REALLY DRINK." I said, embarrassed.

"YOU DO NOW." He winked at me mischievously and closed his warm palm over mind and dragged me behind him into a separate room.

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shit I'm sorry it's been like FOREVER since I updated, I've had terrible writers block but now I think I'm back on track and I have some good ideas for the rest of the story so I will try to update as much as I can !!! thanks for being patient, love you !! <3

- emmii thefanficwriterwiththestupidlongwritersblock