A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! I am sooo sorry this update took so long!! I started taking a new anti-anxiety medication that was supposed to help me sleep, but it wound up just making me emotionally numb instead...it slowed my mind so much I couldn't hold on to a thought long enough to write....but never fear!!! I stopped taking them and am back to my regular, weird-ass self!!! Here is a super fluffy story for you all!!!! It's pretty long....but super fluffy and cute! I saw a thing on tumblr and decided to put it into a JohnLock fic lol...Hope you like it!! Enjoy<3

Sherlock always kept his head down, and stayed out of people's way. He had learned long ago that was the most efficient way to avoid getting his arse kicked. He was never as liked as his older brother, so the other kids liked to bug him.

He stumbled a bit when he felt someone slam against his shoulder, nearly knocking his glasses off his face. He pushed the frames back onto his face and glared at the rugby player that had hit him. He hated these people, everyone in this school grated on his nerves.

Everyone but John Watson that is.

Sherlock was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of a hand pressing between his shoulder blades. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he reached back, grabbing the paper he knew had been stuck there.

He knew what the note was going to say, they all said the same thing. 'Kick the freak! 100 points if you can make him cry!' It was his classmates cruel game.

'Hey! Give me a call sometime 😉 – JW' Sherlock felt his cheeks heat up as he read and re-read the phone number scrawled on the paper below the words. He looked up and saw John Watson smirking at him. The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and John started walking away.

Fire burned through Sherlock's body when John winked at him, just before disappearing into a classroom.

"John Watson gave you his phone number?" Sherlock jumped slightly at the voice that suddenly appeared at his ear. He sent a glare towards Molly Hooper, his lab partner, and tried to hide the blush that was rising on his cheeks. "Let me see!"

"No. It's probably just a prank." Sherlock hugged the notebook he had hidden the note in tighter to his chest. Even if it was a prank, John Watson had written him a note, and Sherlock was planning on keeping it for as long as he could.

"John wouldn't do that. He's a nice guy-"

"You think everyone is nice Molly." Sherlock yelped when Molly swatted the back of his head, sending her a glare.

"I'm being serious Sherlock; John Watson wouldn't give you his number if he didn't actually want you to call him." Sherlock sighed, pulling out the note and handing it to his friend, rolling his eyes at her squeal of glee. "Please tell me you're going to text him." Sherlock blushed and took the note back, closing it in his text book again.

"Not until I'm sure it's not a prank."

'Not a prank. Text me! 😉 – JW' The new note had appeared on his locker by the end of third period, the same number as before scrawled beneath. Sherlock flushed darkly, glancing around and tucking the note in his textbook. Molly must have told John about his concerns.

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch break, and Sherlock ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and headed for the cafeteria.

John sat in his usual spot, surrounded by the rest of the rugby team, picking at his lunch. Molly Hooper had approached him during second period, telling him that Sherlock was afraid his note was a prank. Now, he was practically vibrating with nerves, hoping the boy would get his other note and finally text him.

John had been crushing on Sherlock Holmes for nearly a year, and had finally worked up the nerve to ask him out.

He knew why Sherlock was apprehensive, the rugby team was known for harassing students, and Sherlock had been one of their victims over the years.

He flinched when he felt a hand press against his back, right between his shoulder blades. He spun around, hearing paper rustling as he shifted. He reached behind him and frowned when he felt paper. Someone had stuck a note to his back.

"I don't have a cell phone. Sorry – SH' Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sherlock, watching him from the doorway of the cafeteria. He smirked when the shy boy blushed as their eyes met.

"Hey Greg."

"Yeah?"

"Got a pen?"

Sherlock was making his way through the halls at the end of lunch when he tripped over something, nearly hitting the floor when he stumbled. Strong hands gripped his elbows and hauled him to his feet.

His face burned when he realized who caught him.

"You should be more careful. Don't want to scuff that pretty face." John Watson smirked up at him, reaching up and straightening his glasses for him. He felt John slip something into his front pocket and was sure he was going to pass out when the other boy's smirk widened into a bright grin. "See you later Gorgeous." Sherlock tried to say something in response, but his brain had apparently gone offline, so he simply watched as John walked away.

It was nearly a minute before Sherlock could move enough to see what John had slipped in his pocket.

'Find me on one of these social media sites then. I want to talk to you – JW' Below the note was a list of handles for various social media sites, but Sherlock could only focus on the last part of the note.

"Sherlock? What's wrong? You're going to be late for class." Molly's voice cut through Sherlock's thoughts and he blinked up at her. She grabbed the note from his hands and read it.

"H-He- he wants to talk to me." Sherlock whispered, his mind starting to work again. "He called me 'Gorgeous.'" He felt his chest tighten unpleasantly and he looked at Molly, his eyes wide and hands starting to shake. "Molly, I-I don't know what to do. W-What- what do I do?" Molly rolled her eyes and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around and steering him into an empty classroom.

"First, you need to calm down." Molly said, gripping his shoulders tight and holding his gaze. He nodded and took a steadying breath. "Give me your phone."

"I don't have a phone."

"Then give me your iPod." Sherlock obeyed, handing over his iPod after unlocking it. He watched Molly typing on his phone for a full minute before he registered what she was doing. His eyes widened and he lunged, trying to grab the device from her hands.

She stepped aside and he tumbled to the floor, cursing his clumsiness.

"Molly! Give me my iPod!"

"Once I'm done."

"Molly-" She rolled her eyes and tossed him his iPod, helping him to his feet. "What did you do?"

"You're now following him on Snapchat and Instagram."

"Molly!" Sherlock nearly dropped his iPod when the screen lit up with a notification from Snapchat.

'Johnnyboy523 added you on Snapchat! Say hi!' Sherlock looked up, hoping Molly had some advice on what he should say.

She was gone. Sherlock sighed and tucked his iPod back into his trouser pocket, grabbing his textbook from the desk he had dropped it on and making his way to his next class.

'So, what is 'The Science of Deduction' anyway? – JW' Sherlock stared at his iPod screen, his fingers itching to respond. This was the third message John had sent him so far, and he had no idea what to say. He didn't want John to find out what his username meant, people hated how he could deduce things about them, and he really didn't want John to hate him.

'Is it like that cool trick Mycroft used to do? Where you read things about people? – JW'

'That was neat. Can you do that too? – JW' Sherlock blinked at his phone in shock. John Watson kept surprising him, and he had no idea how to handle it.

'You mean, you didn't hate Mycroft for knowing everything about you? – SH'

'HE SPEAKS!! – JW'

'Lol jk....I wouldn't say I didn't hate him, but it had nothing to do with that. I just didn't like him – JW'

'I'm not surprised you didn't like him. He is an asshole – SH'

'So, the Holmes Brother's War is real then? You guys really hate each other? – JW'

'Yes – SH'

'Cool... - JW'

'So, whatcha doing? – JW' Sherlock looked down at the mess before him, trying to decide between telling John he was running an experiment on different blood types, or lying and just telling him he was finishing homework.

'Running an experiment – SH'

'Cool! What kind of experiment? – JW'

'How different cleaning agents affect different blood types. If I can prove that bleach is more effective on type A blood rather than O negative then I could help keep innocent people out of prison – SH' As soon as he sent the message, Sherlock felt his cheeks darken with regret. John didn't want to hear about different blood types.

'Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that – SH'

'Don't be sorry. I asked what your experiment was about...Besides, anything that makes you happy makes me happy 😉 – JW'

'Though it's easier to see you smile in person – JW' Sherlock blushed and dropped his iPod onto the table, chewing on his nails nervously. The screen lit up with another notification and he had grabbed and unlocked the screen before he could think about it.

It was a video, someone had taken John's phone and recorded him trying to get it back.

"Greg! Give it back!"

"This is the sappy son of a bitch you're messaging."

"Damn it Greg!"

"Look at those muscles!"

"Greg-" The video cut short on an image of John, dressed in nothing but his rugby shorts, his cheeks a deep crimson as he reached for the phone.

Sherlock felt his own cheeks darken as the video disappeared.

'Sorry about that – JW'

'Greg likes to bug me – JW'

'It's alright. Molly likes to bug me too – SH'

'Are you and Molly together? – JW'

"No. Why would you think that? – SH'

'Well, you two are always together. And she obviously likes you – JW'

'Molly Hooper is my lab partner. I'm gay and she knows it. She's the only person in the school that doesn't want to bully me or just hates me in general – SH'

'I don't hate you – JW'

'And I don't want to bully you either – JW'

'Then what do you want from me? – SH'

'I don't like not knowing things – SH'

'I want to date you – JW' Sherlock dropped the iPod as though it had burned him, his chest tightening unpleasantly and breathing quickly becoming unsteady.

He grabbed the iPod and opened messenger, pulling up his conversation with Molly and hitting the call button.

"Hey Sherlock. What's up?"

"He wants to date me."

"What? Who?"

"John Watson."

"That's great Sherlock!"

"No, it's not!" He could hear the exasperated sigh from the other end of the line and would have rolled his own eyes had he not been on the verge of a panic attack. "It's not 'great' Moly. He thinks I'm some shy, innocent kid! He will hate me once he realizes what I'm actually like-"

"Sherlock, I think you're overreacting a bit-"

"I am not!"

"I'm not going to talk to you if you aren't going to listen to me." Sherlock breathed a steadying breath and fell silent, still panicking, but willing to hear what Molly had to say. "Good, now, what did he say?"

"He said that he likes seeing me smile, and that he wants to date me." He could hear a clamouring on the other end of the line and felt his stomach clench with renewed panic. "Molly, where are you?"

"At the school. The Rugby game just finished."

"Molly-"

"Here, someone wants to talk to you."

"Molly No!"

"Hello?" The confused voice of John Watson filled Sherlock's mind and he felt himself freeze. "Who's this? Molly, I don't think there's anyone on the line." Sherlock's mind spun desperately, trying to find something to say.

"What does the H mean?" Sherlock slapped his hand over his mouth, wishing he could take the words back.

"What? Who is this? What H?"

"T-The H in- in your n-name. Wh-What does it stand for?" There was silence on the other end and Sherlock felt as though he was going to die of embarrassment.

"Sherlock? Is that you?"

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I-I don't know."

"You never responded to my last message. I know you read it." John's voice was soft, and the sounds of people had faded significantly. Sherlock blinked away tears, not ready to let go of whatever he had with John. "Hey, talk to me Sherlock. What's going on?"

"You don't want to date me." Sherlock whispered, sitting on his bed and pulling his knees up to his chin.

"What makes you say that?" Sherlock could hear the hurt in John's voice and felt tears slip from his eyes.

"Because I'm a freak! The whole school hates me, and for good reason-"

"Stop that-"

"No. It's the truth. You would do well to stop talking to me." Sherlock disconnected the call and threw his iPod across the room, hiding his face in his knees and sobbing heavily.

He ignored all of John's attempts to contact him, turning his iPod off entirely.

It was three days before John heard from Sherlock again. The boy had skipped out on school, even Molly Hooper couldn't get a hold of him, and John was worried.

'The_Science_of_Deduction sent you a Snap!'

'John! You will never guess what I just discovered! The blood type B negative can be removed easier with bleach than with regular detergent! Do you have any idea what this means? – SH' John couldn't resist grinning at the excitement that was showing through the text on his screen.

Sherlock sent him a picture next, a t-shirt stained with blood, half of the stain faded almost completely.

'Isn't this amazing John? – SH'

'John? – SH'

'Oh...Are you mad at me? – SH'

'I'll leave you alone then – SH' John blinked in shock at how quickly Sherlock's little one-sided conversation had gone.

'Brilliant! My little Genius over there 😉 – JW' There was a pause before Sherlock responded, and John was worried the boy had shut him out again.

'You think I'm brilliant? – SH'

'Of course I do – JW'

'You're pretty fucking cute too 😉 – JW' There was another long pause before John's phone buzzed again.

It was another picture, this time a selfie. There was a slight blush on Sherlock's cheeks, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. John felt the tips of his ears start to burn and he shifted in his seat.

'I don't know what you find so 'cute' – SH'

'Seriously? – JW'

'Though, I won't lie to you, right now all I can focus on are those bloody lips of yours – JW'

'My lips? – SH'

'What's so special about my lips? – SH'

'Besides the fact that I have been dreaming of kissing them for nearly a year now? – JW' There was another long pause, and John started regretting sending that last message when his phone buzzed again.

'Meet me behind the school. Half of three – SH' John hid his excited grin behind his fist, bouncing his knee rapidly.

'I'll be there – JW'

"Mr. Watson, is that you cell phone I see?" A hand snatched his cell phone away before he could see what Sherlock said.

Sherlock paced anxiously, checking his phone every few seconds. It was almost four o'clock and John had yet to show.

Cursing himself for being an idiot, Sherlock spun on his heel and made to leave.

He stumbled as he ran into someone, mumbling apologies.

"Why do you keep apologizing?" Sherlock jolted backwards as the voice registered in his ear.

John Watson stood before him, an apologetic smile on his lips, and a small package in his hand. Sherlock instantly froze when he noticed that John's hand was resting on his elbow.

"I-I don't- I-I'm- I mean- s-sor-sorry-"

"You have literally nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who was late." Sherlock focused on a pebble between his feet, trying to stop himself from shaking. "I'm so sorry Sherlock. Mrs. Brown took my phone, then she made me stay late and organize the bookshelf and she wouldn't give me my phone back until I finished." Sherlock nodded, Mrs. Brown was very particular about cell phones in class. "I uh, I got you something." Sherlock blinked down at the awkwardly-shaped package John had pushed into his hands.

"Y-You- you didn't have to-"

"I know I didn't. I just felt bad and wanted to see you smile." Sherlock blushed and pulled at the paper that covered the gift.

The poor wrapping job covered a can of seltzer water, a lemon, a small vile of salt, and a keychain that had a cartoon bumble bee on it.

"My granny always said that seltzer water and lemon will get out any blood stain, and my mom swears by salt and hot water. Thought you may be able to expand your experiment a little." Sherlock stared at the items in his hands, blinking rapidly to keep tears at bay. "The keychain was just something I saw at the store the other day that made me think of you. Your Instagram profile said you like bumble bees." Sherlock tried to fight the grin that was pulling at his lips but failed, no one had ever bought him something just because it made them think of him before. He carefully wrapped the items back in the paper, setting them down on a nearby picnic table. "I-Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine John." Sherlock fought back a wince when his voice came out hoarse and scratchy. He cleared his throat and took a steadying breath before continuing. "I just- I didn't want to drop them."

"I don't-" John's question was muffled by Sherlock's shoulder as he pulled the shorter boy in for a hug. Sherlock tucked his face into the crook of John's neck, blushing as he felt the other boy chuckle against him. He felt a pleasant shiver trace his spine when he felt John's hands come to rest on his hips. "Does this mean you like it?"

"You're being deliberately dense, aren't you?" John laughed, and Sherlock blushed again, pulling away from John as he registered that his words might have been a bit Not Good. "Sorry." He mumbled, "I didn't mean to call you dense-" His words faltered as John placed a gentle hand on his cheek, smiling softly at him.

"Sweetheart, you can call me whatever you want." Sherlock bit his lip as a grin tried to force it's way onto his face. "Don't hide that smile from me Gorgeous." John's thumb brushed against Sherlock's bottom lip, coaxing it out of the grip his teeth had on it. "There. Much better."

Something sparked between them, but Sherlock hesitated, pushing back against the urge to lean down and kiss John.

"What's wrong Sherlock?" John's question made him blush, and he clenched his fists at his sides.

"John, I- I don't- I-I'm not familiar with social customs-"

"Sherlock?"

"Yes?"

"Do you trust me?" There was no evidence to suggest that Sherlock could trust the other boy, but that didn't stop him from immediately responding with an enthusiastic nod.

John smiled softly and leaned up, guiding Sherlock's face down to meet his in a soft kiss.

Sherlock's entire being sparked with something unfamiliar, and he whimpered when John sucked on his bottom lips lightly before releasing him.

"W-Was that worth the wait?" The question fell from Sherlock's lips before he could think of it, and he felt John's laugh against his own chest, and didn't bother fighting the grin that split his own face.

"Definitely. Better than I ever imagined." Sherlock blushed and leaned down to kiss John again, his body warming pleasantly as he felt the older boy shift closer to him.

Six months later, Sherlock walked into school, looking around for his boyfriend. John had messaged him earlier that day, telling him he would meet him at the school.

Sherlock approached his locker, lifting the handle and swinging the door open, still searching for John in the swarm of students.

He yelped and fell backwards as confetti and balloons exploded out of his locker, filling the air around him with glitter and little paper bumble bees. A note was taped to the inside of his locker door, and Sherlock reached up, pulling it free of the tape.

'Prom? – JW' Was all the note said, but the giggles and gasps of the small crowd that had gathered drew his attention and he looked up to see John Watson standing over him.

"Really? We've been dating for six months and you still had to ask me if I will go to Prom with you?" John laughed and hauled Sherlock to his feet, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. The crowd cheered and Sherlock blushed, hiding his face in John's neck.

"Is that a yes then?"

"Of course it's a yes John, don't be obtuse."

"I love you Bumble."

"I love you too John."