(A/N- hi I'm here.
So is this story that I've been writing for the past year or so.
Lmao I would have been done months ago if I actually had the motivation to write.
OK. So now, before I give you this lil excerpt of chapter one that is literally the entire chapter except for a paragraph at the end, I want y'all to know that there are a couple of trigger warnings throughout the story that haven't been identified. I just want you to know just to be careful. It's not too bad but I know some people can be really sensitive to that kind of thing.
Also, I'm kinda proud of this story??? Idk it's not that great but compared to other things I've written it's pretty good I guess. Part of me hates it and part of my doesn't. Hopefully you like it though.
Ok I'm done.
Enjoy this sneak peak of the story.)
John stared at his date, trying to pay attention to what she was saying, but he couldn't do it. This happened the last time he was on a date with her. Why he went to dinner with her again? Who knows. But he was regretting it. He had gotten very skilled at looking like he was paying attention when he actually wasn't. He had done this so many times before. It's not that John didn't care about her, he did, but he didn't care about that annoying girl at work, or the fact that her Corgi was constipated. None of it really mattered.
"John?" She waved in front of his eyes to get his attention.
"Huh? Oh.." He cleared his throat.
"I asked you if you had any pets."
"Oh! No... No I don't. My landlord wouldn't allow that." Mary nodded.
The rest of dinner was filled with awkward silence. This would definitely be the last time they went out. Once he paid, Mary stood up and put her coat on, she was pissed off. Was it really that obvious that John wasn't paying attention?
"Well, this dinner was nice..." She seemed aggravated. John stood up to wish her farewell.
"Um... Should we do this again...? Or..." He stuttered.
"No," Mary declined immediately, "No that won't be necessary." She finished putting on her scarf and stormed out of the restaurant. Apparently it was quite obvious that he didn't care about what she was saying. John sat down again and sighed. This was the tenth time in a row that a woman had turned him down. What was wrong with him?
John looked up to find a man sitting across from him. He had curly black hair and wore a black trenchcoat with the collar turned up. John couldn't deny that he was handsome, but in a way that a straight man finds another man to be attractive.
"Do you know why you're not having any luck with women Dr. Watson?" His voice was deeper than John expected.
Now John was confused "Who are you? How do you know my name?" He asked.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes, I've been following you for quite some time."
John was taken aback, "You've been following me around?!"
"And who are you to follow me everywhere I go you pervert?"
Sherlock shushed him, "I have been simply observing you. Not to worry, I don't follow you all the way to your home, I only follow you when I see you around- which is almost daily. Now, do you care to know why you're not having any luck with women?"
"So you've just been stalking me while I'm completely oblivious as to what you were doing."
"Yes, John how many times must I explain it to you?"
What do I have to lose? John thought, "Okay, fine. Tell me why."
"Dr. Watson you are a homosexual."
"No I heard you the first time," John was furious, "I'm not gay. And how dare you make stupid assumptions of my sexuality-which is definitely not gay."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Oh please, it's obvious. You haven't had a successful girlfriend for as long as I've been following you. Whenever you are on dates you struggle to pay attention to them. I have never seen your pupils dilate when you look at a woman who is having dinner with you. You just don't seem to care much about them. Dr. Watson you just aren't attracted to them. Now me on the other hand... You're pulse is high, you're pupils are big, and your hands are sweaty. You find me to be handsome, dashing, and mysterious, you're attracted to me and I'm flattered. You may think you're straight John but you are so wrong."
He couldn't believe what this man was saying. "Piss off," John stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
YOU ARE READING
John Watson suffers from minor PTSD and depression. He goes about his life wondering when his next episode will be and if he'll be able to get through it. Sherlock Holmes is an addicted detective who falls in love with John but let's his usage take...