As the car stopped, the first to jump out and make a run for it was Sherlock. Mycroft rolled his eyes, and his sister Melody climbed out of the car and screamed after him.

"Sherlock get back here!" The boy she was calling to, didn't even turn around, he just walked at a fast pace. A blonde hair boy sat with his head in a book as he approached. His sister calling after him annoyed him, but as soon as he saw John on the bench he was hit with a sudden emotion. Happiness for the reason that it had been a few weeks since he saw him.

"John…" The younger boy called. As soon as he finished speaking that word, his best friend turned around and smiled up at Sherlock. He got up from the bench and pulled the other boy in for an embrace. Of course this caught Sherlock of guard and for a few moments he was unable to respond, but when he relaxed he brought his arms up and wrapped them around John's waist. The two boys both held on to each other for a bit longer than needed, but neither of them cared. They were just happy that they got to see each other again.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock why haven't you been replying any of my e-mails?" John pulled away and straightens the straps of his backpack. There was a small blush creeping on his cheeks and Sherlock saw as his friend didn't want to look him in the eye, he instead was looking at his feet as he shuffled them on the ground.

He seems to feel uneasy about the question…He also seems to not want to make eye contact, saying that he thinks what he just ask must have embarrassed him. But how is it? He was asking a normal question.

"The reason John is that my sister would not let me get on the computer, for some reason she has found this web site called Tumblr and seems to have grown a very unhealthy addiction." He smile and saw the relief that passed over his friend's face. It warmed his heart to see that John had worried about him. He was the only person that was like that to him, beside his sister. She was very caring when she wanted and gave the best advice. But Sherlock would never tell her because he would never hear the end of it and it would only make her ego that much bigger.

"That's good I thought that I was starting to bore you." John raised his hand to rub the back of his neck looking up at Sherlock a bit bashful.

"Never John…I would be lost without my blogger." When those words spewed out of the blue eye's mouth he regretted it.

Why in the world did I say that for? Oh look at the way he is looking at you! You are such a fool!

These thoughts raced through his mind and he set his features to stone, making John give him a strange face at the sudden change of emotion. Sherlock spun on his heels walking at break neck speed. Poor John shook his head and got the book that he had left on the bench and chased after Sherlock.

Melody saw the encounter play in front of her and all she could do was shake her head and give a small laugh. "Oh, poor dear brother. Look at him, if he keeps this up he will never know that sweet John fancies him too." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave an over dramatic sigh and began to walk in the direction when she heard the sound of a roaring motorcycle engine. Her eyes dashed to see the look on her older brother's face and it was priceless. His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, he ran his fingers through his hair and bit to many times and was swallowing often. He was a nervous wreck and that gave evidence to Melody that yes, her brother indeed was human and was in love with the gardener's son. His name was Gregory.

The younger girl turned around and saw the boy in question and she couldn't help, but smile. "Greg!" She laughed and rushed to him. His arms open up and took her into a big bear hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lift her up like she was weightless. A deep throaty chuckled floated to her ear and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Greg pulled back, still with a smile on his face until he saw the look on the younger girl's. "What did I do this time Mels? I haven't seen you in weeks and already you are giving me that face." He put her down and she tilt her head to side.

"What face?" She asked with an edge to her voice.

He rolled his eyes and took off his leather jacket showing his school uniform. The sleeves were a bit wrinkled, but he didn't seem to mind. "The 'Oh this idiot did it again' face."

She raised her eyebrows and gave a look of hurt. But both students knew it was face. "This is my normal face."

The boy laughed and pulled the key out of the ignition. "Yes it is."

Melody glared at him and placed her hands on her hips. "Oh shut up!" She warned.

With that statement Mycroft saw it was time to intervene and walked behind his sister and placed his hands on her shoulder, giving a tight squeeze for warning. She groaned with annoyance and shrugged Mycroft off.

"If you must know Greg, my brother has gone with three whole weeks without sex. During that time frame he has been the most annoying hormonal teenage boy I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. Do you have any idea what it's like to live with someone like that? It's like a dog in bloody heat!" There was a moment of utter shock from both older men. Melody didn't seem to noticed and all she did was fix the strap of her bag over her shoulder and began to walk away. A few people turn their heads to watch her go, but she stopped in front of a girl with dark pink hair.

When both Mycroft and Greg had a chance to gather their thoughts, anger flared up in Mycroft and a fit of giggles out of Greg. He broke out laughing and hunching over.

"Mind you Gregory, but I an under no suspicion that this is in any way funny." The red-head eyeed the burnet and waited for him to calm down.

"I'm sorry love, but the way she said it, with that straight face it was unbelievable." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye when he caught sight of Mycroft giving one last final glare and spinning on his heels and marching away from the slightly older boy.

He caught up to him and stopped him by reaching out and grabbing Myc's shoulder. Greg spun Mycroft so they were facing each other and a bright blush was covering the angry boy's face. His eyes were on the ground and Greg had to move his head to the side to make sure that they made eye contact. "Hey! I didn't mean anything by it. From what she said it only told me that you missed me." His face soften and a small smiled played on his lips. "And for all that it's worth...I missed you too." Slowly, as he was scared to frighten the younger boy, Greg moved a bit closer and moved his hand up to cup Mycroft cheek. The red-head hummed with content and leaned into the touch. His eyes fell shut and Greg took that as his moment to lean in and steal a chaste kiss.