A KevEdd Story Ch. 5The next morning, Kevin walked to Double D, ignoring the disgruntled Eddy, grabbing him and ripping him away.
“Hey Boxhead! I was talking to him!” Eddy snarled.
“Later, Double D!” Ed waved.
“Shut up, Ed.” Kevin yanked him down the hall not listening to his protesting.
“Kevin, cease! Desist!”
“Shut up!” Ripping open a empty classroom door he threw him inside and closed it behind him.
“Kevin!” Double D gasped regaining his balance. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“Remember when you asked about what would I do with Eddy’s boldness? And you thought it was to ask Nazz out?” Puzzled, Double D stared at his captor.
"Well, yes, I do recall that but what does that have to do with--" Kevin pulled the scholar into a heated kiss holding the back of his head to prevent him from escaping. The sparks flew through Double D, making his body melt in the process and his mind
Yes, My LoveThe sound of a tea cup hitting it's plate, hard, against a table shattered the silence that filled the flat. John could tell Sherlock was annoyed and lowered his paper. He watched as the interest in Sherlock's eyes left and he placed his fingers together, raising them to his lips. Thinking.
"Sherlock?" John asked slowly. WHAT COULD HE BE THINKING? WE ARE NOT IN A CASE...
"hmmm?" Sherlock moaned in response, obviously not listening.
Sherlock snapped out of his trance, barely moving his hands off his lips. He looked at John up and down, taking in his concerned look and said, inhaling quickly before, "Yes, perfectly fine, though I need you to fetch these items for me.
"Now would be preferred. I suggest you take note, last we want is you forgetting something." Sherlock said, tossing John a pen and paper.
John scrambled to release the paper he was reading and catch the objects tossed his way.
"Now..." Sherlock said, standing and strolling over to the mirror, placi
Comfort and smiles. one-shot"Sherlock, I think I'm in love with you."
"No John, I don't love and you are not homosexual. Stop caring, stop loving, it's a weakness."
Sherlock turned around and walked away, my feet were incapable of moving. I wanted to run after him, scream at him, wanted him to come back and hold me tight.
"No Sherlock! No!"
And I fell. I fell in despair. I kept falling, backwards, forwards, I didn't know, but I couldn't stop it. There was nothing I could do to stop falling.
I shot up, throwing off the blankets. I felt my shirt, it was drenched with sweat. I panted. Another nightmare. Usually, they involved war, but this time, it was so very different. I'd never dreamt this before. It was weird. Of course I didn't have feelings for Sherlock, he was my best friend, nothing more. And, even if I did, he wouldn't love me back. I'm pretty certain he is asexual.
A gentle knock on my door.
"Yeah.. Yeah come in, Sherl "
He opened the door and tears flood my eyes.
"Yeah?" I alm