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Four: As Items Go He didn’t even answer as he pulled John into the classroom, “You do have this class, right?” he asked and John looked him over. He was dressed very similarly to Sherlock. Except he wasn’t wearing Converse, it was Vans, obviously a newer style to the ones John was wearing. And instead of a black tank top, he actually wore a tee under his just as stylish jacket. There were straps and buckles almost everywhere about the jackeet as John eyed the writing on the back when he had turned. Haha! Nirvana! Nice… John thought as the boy turned to look at him. John also noticed he had leather gloves that c

Three: John Watson The note was read as such: Well, my brother can be very difficult, because apparently I didn’t do too well last year, so he wanted to see if it was my learning environment. Brothers, eh? But I glared at you because I didn’t want you to go over there and have to meet that arsehole. And he glared at you because he’s well, an arse. Happy now? John replied with: Damn, okay, I was just curious… Sherlock: Curiosity killed the cat…. John would have made a snarky comment, but he decided against it, as he feared Sherlock might get mean about it. He still didn’t trust this boy completely. I mean

Chapter Two: The Most Awkward of Things The last bell rang through the school as John and Sherlock walked out of their last class. They had their second, third and last periods together, and decided that John should stick to Sherlock so he doesn’t get trampled. Sherlock had no idea why he felt the need to protect John, he just did. So he grabbed the geek by his arm and drug him through the crowd as he said, “Forget the bus, I can drive you home,” he said as John’s eyes widened and he turned a deep scarlet. “I don’t want to be a bother,” he said and gave his glasses a shove up his nose. Sherlock shoo

 So, um, this is my first submission/ Greaser!lock, and I don't know how I did, so just enjoy as much as possible, I guess... It may not be mature now, but there will eventually be M/M sex, drugs, possibly bullying and depression/ death, (maybe). So, like I said, just try to enjoy, and in further chapters, don't say I didn't warn you... o0o0o0o0o0o0o You Can Be the Heart That I Spill on the Pages One: Who’s This? “Whoa, sorry, I didn’t see you… I…” the blond gazed upon the boy staring down at him. He pushed his glasses up to see correctly and to make sure his beauty wasn’t just something he wanted