The greatest thing ever!
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
It's been a year since you left. Come back. Still waiting. - JW
You: I'm still alive. Let's have dinner. -SH
Stranger: One year, and no text. — JW
Stranger: Thank you for making me WORRY. — JW
You: I'm sorry. Honestly. -SH
You: It was for your own safety. -SH
You: They would have killed you if they knew I was sending you these texts. -SH
Stranger: Don't be sentimental, Sherlock, it's unlike you. — JW
You: I'm at 221b now with Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Molly. _SH
You: *-SH
You: Please come. -SH
Stranger: Please tell me you're pulling my leg. — JW
You: I'm not. I finished my mission earlier then I expected. -SH
You: I wouldn't be here with my...friends, I suppose they are, if I had not. -SH
You: ((This is amazing!))
Stranger: (( Ditto. ;) ))
Stranger: Alright. I'm coming. — JW
You: John, I'm sorry...-SH
Stranger: It's fine. I expected something like this, anyway. — JW
You: I hear you have a girlfriend. Shall I fix that for you? -SH
You: That was a joke. -SH
Stranger: If that was an attempt to make me laugh, it failed miserably. — JW
Stranger: [Arrives at 221B, makes his way up the stairs.] Mrs. Hudson?
You: Coming dear!
You: *Mrs. Hudson opens door*
Stranger: Good afternoon.
Stranger: Tea?
You: MH: We're in the kitchen. Molly and Greg already left. But he's still here.
Stranger: [John looks around the room and, just Sherlock had said, HE is there.] Sh-Sherlock.
You: John.
Stranger: You really weren't dicking around.
You: Of course I wasn't. You know me, John.
Stranger: No.
Stranger: Not entirely.
Stranger: [Stays perfectly still, gives Sherlock a stern look from where he's stood by the door.]
You: You're still mad at me.
You: I understand.
Stranger: Wherever did you come up with that remarkable deduction? [Turns to walk off to his room.]
You: John...how...how can I....
Stranger: J-just shut up.
Stranger: I'm glad you're back.
Stranger: But bugger off. For a while.
You: John, I l-
You: All right. Breakfast at Angelos tomorrow if you want?
Stranger: [Stops in his tracks, and turns around.] You what?
You: It's nothing. It can wait until you're feeling a bit better.
Stranger: TELL me, Sherlock.
You: ...I love you, John...
You: I'm not sure if it's platonic or something else but I need you.
Stranger: [Freezes. He's not sure whether he should react or not. His face is more stern than usual, and he feels himself walking away from Sherlock, regretting his decision for Sherlock to tell him what was on his mind, or rather, on his heart.]
Stranger: [John's face is red. He's not sure whether it's still the anger or whether he was genuinely affected by what his best friend had told him.]
You: ((You're making me blush, stranger!!!))
Stranger: (( Ahahaaa. ))
You: Tomorrow for Angelo's?
Stranger: Maybe. I don't know.
You: I have a way to clear my name. I talked to Lestrade about it.
You: There's lots of adventure if your-
Stranger: If I'm what?
You: Well, you've got your girlfriend so-
Stranger: [John walks back to where Sherlock is and frowns at him.] What about her?
You: Maybe- [Sherlock buries his head in his hands and lets out a frustrated yell and sinks into one of the chairs at the table} I don't know anymore!
Stranger: [Lets out a sigh of concern and takes a seat next to him.] What's wrong?
You: I don't know!I don't understand these...feelings, I guess. For you and this girlfriend of yours. For leaving you and pretending I was dead and a fake for everyone's sake! It's all in my head but it isn't doing anything! It's just swimming around and making me even more confused!
Stranger: [A little more concerned now. He's tempted to pat his best friend's back, but can't bring himself to.]
You: What is this John? I want to understand but I can't!
Stranger: [Lets out a small laugh.] Jealousy, maybe?
You: {sighs} Maybe a bit but there's something more. Something I can't grasp.
Stranger: Try describing it.
You: There's shame, humiliation and...affection perhaps...
You: It feels all {makes a small but wild flailly motion with hands} everywhere and disorganized.
You: ((Sorry slow typer! I type like Martin Freeman. No really))
You: Whenever I start to understand it, a million other things happen and I lose it!
Stranger: (( It's perfectly fine. :) ))
Stranger: [Starts to laugh.]
You: {Looks questionly} What?
Stranger: Ah, ahaha, nothing, nothing. It's just... I never see you like this.
You: Confused?
Stranger: Yes. [Continues to laugh, starts to die out as he tries to catch his breath.]
You: ...What's funny?
Stranger: Nothing. [Smiles.]
You: {Smiles a little} ...I really missed.
You: *Missed you
Stranger: You'll get over it soon enough. [Hesitantly pats him on the back, but then feels a bit more comfortable with it.]
Stranger: And yes. Breakfast tomorrow.
You: {Leans into him} Can you stay? For a little bit?
Stranger: [Sighs.] Alright.
Stranger: You really are upset.
You: No really?
You: That was sarcasm
Stranger: New homicide. Coming over again. — GL
Stranger: Come on. Cheer up.
Stranger: Lestrade's got a case for you.
You: ...
You: Please stay.
Stranger: [Wraps an arm around Sherlock's shoulders.]
You: {wraps arms around John's waist}
Stranger: [More than surprised, but takes the gesture anyway.]
You: {Buries head in John's hair and gives a confused look}
You: You changed your shampoo...
Stranger: Hannah likes it.
You: Hannah. Your girlfriend...
Stranger: ... S-sorry.
Stranger: Don't you like it?
You: I did mind your shampoo.
Stranger: Ah, well...
You: *Don't
Stranger: [Tries to look at Sherlock properly.]
You: {nuzzles John like a lion}
You: {or a cat or something}
Stranger: [Nuzzles Sherlock back.]
You: {John feels Sherlock smile }
You: Thank you.
Stranger: Thank you for what?
You: Staying with me. Most people would leave and there I am with you.
Stranger: Sherlock, you're my best friend.
Stranger: I won't leave.
You: {Smiles} You're the first.
Stranger: Not many people can bear with you dicking around.
Stranger: [Laughs.]
You: {Laughs and gives John a small peck on the cheek. He untangles himself and gets up.
You: }
Stranger: Where are you going?
You: Nowhere.
You: Just getting ready for Lestrade. You coming?
Stranger: Why shouldn't I? [Gets up as well.]
You: {smiles} I love you, John.
You: (( Holy muffins this is just asdfghjkl;!!!!!!))
Stranger: [[ Yesss. ]]
You: ((I know it's the unspoken rule of tumblr to ask if you have a tumblr but do you have a tumblr?))
Stranger: (( Unspoken rule of tumblr. Ahaaa. Yeah, I do. appypollylogy. ))
Stranger: (( You? ))
You: kitthegirl
You: *(())
Stranger: [[ Got it. :) ]]
You: ((You are an awesome John by the way!
You: *
You: ))
Stranger: (( Thanks. )
You: ((This is so going on tumblr!))
Stranger: (( Gotta go. :( ))
Stranger: (( Bye! ))
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