John's POV
Trying to keep something away from Sherlock is kinda hard. He's a detective, he could easily know everything about me. Well, he kinda does. So keeping the secret about me liking him probably won't be held long so...I might just have to tell him, but how? Do I just blurt it out or say it in subtext.
Sherlock is always either playing the violin or in his lab doing something. So I went over and kinda stared at him. His bright blue eyes. His black, curly hair. His small pale body. "John?" I came out of my sorta trance and noticed he was looking at me. "Could you not stare at me please? It distracts me from my study" I apologized and went out the room into my room. I looked at my laptop and opened it up I still had to type the rest of the story. "Sherlock is a friend and only a friend. But I don't know how to say it to him that I love him." I sigh and lay down on my bed. I look at the ceiling and stare. Thinking if he saw this message and is already thinking that I like him. God only knows.