Sherlock grumbled as Mrs. Hudson pestered him about going out and doing things.

"Mrs. Hudson, no. I will not go out and have 'fun,'" He said, in a mocking tone and she rolled her eyes sighing.

"You ought to go and make some friends Sherlock, you cant stay with me all the time," She said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I dont need friends Mrs. Hudson," He rolled his eyes.

"Look, theres a reason why your mother is having you live here with me, so i can take care of you while shes doing work, and-"

"Shes never coming back to get me Mrs. Hudson, so why bother?!" He hissed, and Mrs. Hudson frowned.

"I just hate seeing you here on days like these. So lonely," And Sherlock looked away.

"You know, you could go to the recent book store they just built up around the block. They have nice little books that you may want to read," She offered, walking over and turning on the kettle to make tea.

Sherlock huffed.

"Fine. If it makes you happy, i'll head over tomorrow," he crossed his arms, sulking a bit.

She smiled over to him.

"Theres my Sherlock. Now, get some rest hun," She patted his back, and Sherlock nodded, walking out and heading upstairs to his room.

***

As Sherlock woke up that morning, he sighed a bit, just a tiny bit excited that he had actually had plans to do something.

He put on something nice, and grabbed his satchel, pushing some money and his laptop into it, and then headed out.

As he walked around the corner, he stopped by a smalm coffee shop, getting a cup, and then heading into the nearby library Mrs. Hudson had talked about.

As he entered, a whiff of the newly placed books smell hit his nose.

Books had always had that smell. The thin paper fragrance with the knewly printed ink. It made Sherlock feel a little home.

He walked over to a table, and set his coffee down with his satchel, and began to roam the books section.

He walked down the science section, seeing all kinds of books, when a movement caught his eye.

Across the walkway, and into the next section over, stood a short boy with light hair, skimming through the fantasy section.

Sherlock snickered a bit, before seeing the boy look at him, and Sherlock quickly looked away, down at the other science books.

The boy frowned at Sherlock, and turned to look at the book he was looking at, and took it in his hands to read the back.

He chuckled a bit at the book, and Sherlock felt his spine tingle. The boys giggle was slightly endearing.

Sherlock glanced over to him, not particularly moving his head, but looking at him from the corner of his eye.

The boy continued to scroll through the fantasy area, before picking up another book an reading the back, before gripping it, and walking further down, and then turned a corner.

Sherlocks eyes followed his back until he turned the corner, and Sherlock swallowed.

He grabbed the book he was looking at, and walked down the next section back to see the boy skimming through more books, grabbing another.

Sherlock put himself in a corner, watching the boy intently as he flipped through a book, before gripping it to, and walking away.

As the boy turned the corner and walked down the walkway, Sherlock slowly followed after, before losing the boy.

Sherlock frowned, and sighed, ruffling his curls, before seeing another book about deductions, and walking back over to his satchel and coffee, which had probably gotten cold.

Sherlock pulled out his laptop, and opened it a bit, before almost choking on his coffee, when he saw the boy with light hair walk into the lobby, and skimming the history books.

Sherlock watched him from the lid of his cup, slowly placing it down on the table, and placing his chin in the palm of his hand as the boy tried to call for help for someone to come and help him get to the top of the shelf, where a book was placed rather high.

Sherlock smirked, and tried not to chuckle as the boy let out a frustrated sigh, before taking a double take at Sherlock, catching his eye.

Sherlocks grins flew away, before he quickly grabbed a book, and placed it in fromt of his face, pretending to read.

The boys face blushed a red as he saw Sherlock pull his shoulders in as he tried to hide behind the book.

Sherlock was flushing a bright red behind the book in which protected him, and he could still feel the boys eyes trained on him.

After about a minute he peeked up from the book, only to see the boy gone.

A slightly disappointed sting crawled into Sherlocks stomach, before he felt a light tap at his shoulder, and almost jumped out of his seat.

"Hey. I dunno if you know, but that books upside down," the boy winked, and Sherlock stared up at him with wide eyes, feeling his cheeks begin to burn.

"Also, could you help me? You seem like a tall bloke, and theres a book i need at the top shelf," The boy said, smiling, before raising an eyebrow.

"Hello?" He asked, and Sherlocks eyes came into focus, as he began to stutter nervously.

"I-i um, well, uh- o- okay," Sherlock swallowed, before shuffling up, and out of his seat.

He walked over to the ladder, and climbed it to the top, and looked at the very top of the shelf, and reached up for the book.

"Is this it?" He asked, holding up the book.

The boy nodded, grinning.

"Thanks. You're cute by the way," The boy said, and Sherlock froze as he began crawling down the ladder.

"Wh-what?" Sherlock peeped, and the boy grinned, and Sherlock felt that heat creep up his neck again.

Sherlock was about to say something, when his foot slipped, and he yelled out, falling down to the ground, before the boys eyes widened, and he ran forward.

While Sherlock had slipped, the ladder was shoved by his foot, and ran across the bindings of some of the books, making them tumble to the ground right behind him.

Sherlock felt himself being caught in a pair of strong arms, before he opened his eyes, and saw the boy with a suprised look on his face, before they both looked up to see the books begin to fall to the ground.

They ducked out of the way, and over to the desk where Sherlocks satchel and laptop sit, as they watched the last of the books fall, every last pound to the ground making the boys cringe.

After the last book fell, there was complete silence, before Sherlock groaned and fell in his chair, covering his face in humility.

"Goooodddd, im such an idiot," Sherlock groaned, hitting his head, and the boy turned around to see Sherlock banging his head on the table several times, and the light headed boy sighed, covering his face.

After the long pause, Sherlock lifted his face and looked at the other boy awkwardly, while holding his fore arm.

"Here," He mumbled, handing over the boys history book.

"You... that... yeah,"

The boy stared at the book in his hand, before looking up to see Sherlock packing his things up, and then the boy began to chuckle a bit before bursting into laughter.

Sherlock stared at the mad boy, pure confusion on his face, and when the boy looked up, he grinned at Sherlock.

"Really?" He sighed, holding the book up in between them, and Sherlock stared at him.

The boy shook his head.

"After all that, you still give me my book?" the boy giggled, and Sherlock laughed a little.

"Uh-y-yeah i guess," Sherlock said, softly before the boy looked up at him.

"The names John, by the way," He winked, holding out his hand, before Sherlock took it, blushing a bright red.

"Im Sherlock," He stuttered out, and John grinned.

"See what i said? Cute," He wet his lips, and Sherlock swallowed, before they heard a yell.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!" They both jumped to see a man with slightly greying hairs step out and seeing all the books on the floor.

"Wh-Who did th-but i-cleaned- and- new- and-" The man froze, facing the two with a look of murder.

"YOU TWO!"

Sherlock and John swallowed.

-

After cleaning and replacing some of the books, the library did not press charges, and allowed them to come visit the library, just to not touch the ladder.

So, Sherlock and John talked and visited eachother everyday at the library, and one day exchanging numbers.

The boys became good friends, saying hello to each other and offering books for one another to read.

And John kissed Sherlock one day behind a book shelf, and Sherlock groaned.

And then John shoved Sherlock against the shelf, and the shelf toppled over.

Oops.

John and Sherlock exchanged heated, embarrased glances.

This will be a hard one to explain to Lestrade.