The rain started pouring down on Sherlock as he walked further outside. His trench coat was getting drenched and it turned an even darker shade of black. But even so, he just kept walking.

"What did you do, Sherlock?" John came running out of the school.

"I punched a prick in the nose," Sherlock replied.

John chuckled and it brought back the first thing that Sherlock had ever written to him. The first time they met.

"Sherlock, I-"

Suddenly John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and started crying. Sherlock just stroked his head and hugged him back. They stayed like that for a while and Sherlock couldn't enjoy it. He couldn't do this.

"Jo-"

"I-I- I'm sorry I said all that, Sherlock. Y-Your the best person- You're my... My best-" John was shaking too much to get the words out properly.

"It's alright, John. I should go," Sherlock told him. He let go and felt a rush of cold air where John's head was resting just a moment ago.

"Go? Sherlock, what are you talking about?"

Sherlock just turned his head and walked away. He could hear John in the distance shouting his name. But he just kept walking because the further he went, the quieter it became.

"SHERLOCK!" It made Sherlock hurt every time John screamed his name. But he just kept going.

Suddenly he heard heavy boots splashing in the puddles behind him. And Sherlock knew he had to stop, there was no use trying to outrun him.

"Sherlock, what are you doing? You just walked away." John asked when he finally caught up.

"I... I can't see you anymore, John," Sherlock mumbled.

"Is it because... I'm not-"

"Yes, John. Now I really must go."

"No Sherlock just... I-"

"No. John, there's nothing you can say. I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry."

"Sherlock just wait a minute. Okay there's... there is nothing I can say..." Sherlock didn't feel like talking so he just turned around.

Suddenly he felt an arm twirl him around and tender lips press against his. John. It felt like it went on forever. The raindrops splashing against his skin, John's arms wrapped around his waist, and the first kiss he's ever had. Slowly they began to pull apart, but still held on to one another. I win, Sherlock thought.

Sherlock smiled. "But John I thought you wer-"

"I know. I guess... I guess I just got tired of being normal." John smiled back.

"I really like you," Sherlock announced.

"I really like you too, Sherlock."

They started to lean forward again until Sherlock noticed John's cut starting to bleed.

"We should go back to my house and get that stitched up." Sherlock stroked the side of John's face.

"Yeah... Yeah sure. Hey, do you have any raspberry pie left?" The two of them laughed all the way home.