saturday // mystrade

Okay, first things first...

"Hold on, why am I here?"

"There was a party, you both got hammered, I drove you both here, and you fell asleep together"

"Yeah but-"

"Nope, nothing else to tell"

Anthea still was grinning much too brightly for it being so early.

"Okay..."

Mycroft didn't know what to make of this.

"No no no!"

Greg scrambled up, muttering several...choice words under his breath.

"Gregory? What's wrong?"

"I'm...uh...sorta supposed to be...grounded"

He almost fell out of the window trying to leave.

"Wait! Hey Myc? What's your number?"

Mycroft's cheeks turned red.

"If you survive, I'll tell you tomorrow!"

Greg grinned, turned, and ran down the street.
Anthea smiled at Mycroft.

"What?" He questioned

"Mycroft's got a boyfriend! Mycroft's got a boyfriend!"

"Sod off! I do not!"

"Do too! He asked for your number!"

Mycroft glared at her, but couldn't help but smile. She was right, Greg had asked for his number. Him, Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft had a stupid grin pasted on to his face the rest of the day.
He went downstairs and Sherlock gave him a questioning look.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Just am, brother dearest, I just am"

"Well stop, it's creepy"

"What? I'm not allowed to be happy?"

"Not when it involves..."
He paused, then smiled devilishly.
"Oh, I get it, you were with a boy last night"

"Yup!"
Mycroft popped his p.

"But not just any boy...who? Who were you with?"
Sherlock demanded rather than asking.

"Not telling"
Mycroft said, the stupid grin still on his face.