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‘I’m  so excited for tonight. I wonder what Sherlock wanted to show me.’  John thought himself while on his way to Sherlock’s house. John's family had moved away, and he was visiting his friend for very long time. John finally got there. Sherlock opened the door for him.   “Hi, Sherlock. I missed you.”  “Me too, John. Come inside, I have to show you something.” They walked through the house to go to Sherlock’s room. “Ohh, mom, dad. Look Sherlock’s boyfriend’s here.” Mycroft said from the couch as they passed through the living room. Sherlock and John were quiet but

The next morning I woke up at around 8:47 am, and I realised I was going to be late for school. I cursed and got ready. I tried brushing my brown hair, but in the end just decided to leave it and headed to school. When I finally arrived, the bell hadn't rung yet, so I walked over to Bob and Gerard. "Hey," I greeted, "Where're Mikey and Ray?" Gerard shrugged, "As far as I know, they're tired from that other party they went to last night. That's what Mikey told me." Bob laughed. "They shouldn't have gone. We had loads of fun at Frank's party." "Yeah," Gerard said, smiling to himself, "Yeah, we did." We heard the bell ring and headed to ou

There were halloween decorations everywhere; jack-o-lanterns were sitting on the front porch and cobwebs covered most of the windows. I was sitting in the lounge when the doorbell rang. I rushed over to answer it to find my four best friends standing there. I invited them in and fetched them all drinks. I sat down between my closest friend, Gerard Way, and his younger brother Mikey. Mikey needed to wear glasses, because his eyesight wasn't too good. He was good-looking though. He was seventeen, like me. Gerard, however, was beautiful. He had long black hair and beautiful golden-hazel coloured eyes. He was dressed as a vampire for the occasio

"Mum, Dad, I'm gay" I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode. "No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true. I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-" "Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer