The guide to John Watsons heart

Chapter six

Sherlock looked around the house it was so clean, everything was so near Sherlock had never been so curious before he looked around before looking at John like a child who had just gotten candy.

"I-it's so.. beautiful.."

Sherlock mumbled and held John's hand tighter a smirk on his face as he looked at him

"what do you want to do?"

He questioned join and kissed his cheek smiling.

John shrugged and blushed.

"Up to you. Bedroom's up that staircase over there, sitting room's over there with a television and a piano, balcony upstairs with a lead to the roof. Your choice. Or if you're hungry I'm sure I could mix something up..."

John pointed to the kitchen behind them.
He smiled at Sherlock.

Sherlock shuck his head no and cocked his head to the left thinking while he looked away,

"what do you want to do?"

Sherlock lock questioned and looked at John sheepishly and sneered happily,

"I want to see your room!"

Sherlock muttered brightly and looked around the house again he was curious studying every little thing he could lay his eyes on and muttered in amazement looking at John as he smiled at him

"f-food.."

Sherlock muttered and looked at John happily before looking back down not wanting to bother John with any of the trouble he may of caused..

John laughed.

"Alright then. I can make you something."

John led Sherlock into the kitchen.

"What do you like? Veggies? Meat? Fruit? Regular old pizza?"

John fumbled around the cupboards first pouring Sherlock a glass of water.

"We can check out my room as soon as we get some food in your skinny little body,"

John said with a light chuckle. He opened the fridge and stared at the collection. Nothing new, as always. John looked through everything.

"Let's see we got soup, pasta, salad..."

Sherlock looked at his stomach and poked it and toke off his coat holding it close to him still as he looked around and smiled looking back at John

"I'll eat anything you feed me John, food is food."

Sherlock muttered he wasn't picky about food if it was food he would eat it.

He had always lived in a house if you didn't eat you were hit or you didn't get to eat for the rest of the day, food was harsh on Sherlock's parents salary, he ate whatever his parents gave him, Sherlock looked back at John a sheepish smile on his face

"teach me how to cook something, I've never even touched a stove.."

Sherlock muttered in amazement as he looked at the stove and touched it and turned his head

"is it a myth that a stove can burn people.."

it didn't burn me.. Sherlock said and held up his finger in confusion, Sherlock knew things, he was intelligent but when it came to cooking he was a a total dumbass.

"That's because it's not on, you twit,"

John laughed.

"Don't get in a habit of touching it even if it's not on, you could think it's off when really it's not. Here... let's make pizza. Homemade."