"Hey Sherlock! Can I talk to you for a second!" John is running up to me. He is wearing his soccer uniform and honestly he looks really hot. He has what looks like a small bag in his hand, but I'm not sure what it is.
"John? The game starts in five minutes! You have to go back onto the field! Are you crazy?" What on earth is he doing here?
"Here take this. It's my extra jersey. You should put it on and, you know, be my cheerleader..." John's cheeks had turned a bright red color as he spoke. I took the bag from his shaking hands and smiled.
"Yeah. I'll go put it on now. Go now before you get in trouble!" He nods and runs back to his team and his coach.
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RandomSherlock Holmes, a shy socially inept teenager that was simply enjoying his escape from the world he knew on the internet when he was innocently sent spiraling into the schools ex soccer captain, John Watson.
