#just because I asked my friend once what his minecraft surname was so we could name the kids and they had no clue what I was talking about

[rat-rosemary]

Hey everyone know like, minecraft surnames right?

Like, Dream and his surname is "wastaken"

Or Tango his surname is "Tek"

Or George surname "notfound"

Or Mumbo surname "Jumbo"

And some people like Grian have there things like "dreamslayer"

Or Sapnap "Pandascanpvp"

Or Ranboo "Beloved"

Right?? Like everyone know the concept of a minecraft surname right???

[supremequeenmeme]

Science class

It was that time of the day again, science class. I have science 3 hours a week and it’s gonna be the death of me. It’s not because I hate science that much. I mean, I don’t love science but there are some things that are way worse than trying to remember what number two on the periodic table is. It’s Helium but I’m not 100% sure, because my lab partner keeps distracting me. And that guy is the exact reason why science class is going to be the death of me.

 I walked into the classroom and sat down on my usual spot, next to my lab partner. “Hey John” he spoke and he looked at me with that sly smile of his. “Hey Sherlock…” I said and I sighed softly. I put the papers and books I needed down on the table. Sherlock looked at the papers. “Did you finish all of your homework?” he asked, some of his dark curly hair falling in his face. I nodded. “Yeah” I said. “Neat, then I can copy it right?” he asked. I sighed and handed him my homework. “Sure…” I said. “Thanks John, you’re the best” he said and he copied my homework.

 I sighed again and looked at him as he was copying my homework. The reason Sherlock is going to be the death of me is because he never does anything in class, even though he’s extremely smart. Well, doing nothing is the wrong way of putting it. He does something. And sure, it’s science but making a substance that makes you fall asleep and then put it in the teacher’s coffee mug doesn’t get you a higher grade. It just makes the teacher angry.

 Sherlock looked at me and showed that sly smile of his again. “Thanks” he said and he handed me my homework again. “You know, Moriarty and I were thinking about doing something after class. Wanna come too?” he asked me. Jim Moriarty, a ‘friend’ of his. I don’t know why but they always refer to each other with their surnames. “Sure” I said, but the moment the word slipped from my mouth I knew I was going to regret it.

 To be really honest, him not doing any work wasn’t the only reason he was gonna be the death of me. He was also extremely handsome. And the girls from our year knew that too. And if you didn’t notice it already on my sweaters and haircut, I’m pretty gay. And my stupid gay self, had to develop a crush on Sherlock.

 The teacher walked into the classroom and immediately gave us an assignment. He didn’t even greet us, he just threw some papers on everyone’s desks with the assignment on it. I read the assignment and started writing down some stuff.

 The class was over before we knew it, which meant I had to go somewhere with Jim and Sherlock next. Sherlock and I walked out of the classroom, towards the school’s front door. Sherlock was telling a random story about his dog or something like that, I didn’t really pay attention. He waved his hand in front of my eyes and chuckled. “Moriarty is waiting for us outside” he said. I nodded and a slight blush appeared on my face. Did he notice I wasn’t paying attention to his story that quickly?

 We walked out of the school. Sherlock looked around for his friend. He sighed when he couldn’t find him. “I’m gonna call him, wait a sec” he said and he grabbed his phone. He called Jim and asked him where he was. By the annoyed look on his face I knew Jim’s answer wasn’t very good. Sherlock said goodbye and hung up the phone.

 “Something came up, he can’t come” he said, looking very annoyed and maybe a bit pissed. “But we can still do something if you like” he looked at me. “Yeah, sure” I said, not really knowing what else to say. “Cool” he said and his face lit up immediately. It made me blush again.

 “Do you like horror movies?” Sherlock asked. “Because there’s this new one and we can go watch it at the cinema if you want”. “Sure” I said. Another thing I regretted saying just after it left my mouth. I hate horror movies with a passion. Especially when I watch them in the cinema, because the music is way louder and you can’t really look away.

 “Awesome” Sherlock said and he looked at me with a smile, a genuine smile for once. “I’ll pay for your ticket” he said and he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a taxi. “I can pay for my own ticket” I said. “It’s not that expensive, unlike a taxi” I said. Sherlock looked at me and chuckled. “You’re funny John” he said. “T-thanks” I said, kinda flustered.

 We got into the taxi and Sherlock told the driver to drive towards the nearest cinema. After a few minutes, we arrived. Sherlock paid the driver and we got out of the car. “Since you paid for the taxi, I’ll pay for the tickets” I said and we walked towards the cinema. “Okay, thanks John” Sherlock said and he smiled. Another genuine one. I didn’t know this guy could smile genuinely more than once a day.

 We walked into the cinema and I paid for our tickets. I paid for tickets to a movie I didn’t even want to see. We bought some food and drinks and we walked towards the cinema room. We sat down at our spots. I looked at Sherlock and he looked back at me. “You know, my brother always said I shouldn’t watch this kind of movies in the cinema” he said. “Because the music makes it way scarier and stuff” he said and I nodded in agreement.

 I sometimes forgot that Sherlock has a brother. A few months ago, there was this rumour going around about him. For some reason people thought his brother was named Minecraft or Microsoft or something and they thought it was hilarious. I, on the other hand, think it’s bullshit. No one would call his kid Minecraft, or Microsoft. It’s just stupid.

 “The main goal of a horror movie is to scare you, so wouldn’t it be better, if you watched it in the cinema?” Sherlock said and he looked at the screen, which was now playing some commercials. “My brother can be an idiot sometimes”. I nodded again. “Ye-“ I got cut off by the lights turning off and the movie that started. I sighed softly and just watched the screen, hoping I wouldn’t die of a heart attack by some jumpscare or something like that.

 After, like, two hours the movie finished. And to be honest, it wasn’t that scary. I jumped a few times and one time I grabbed Sherlock’s hand as a reflex but that’s it. I still feel kinda awkward because I grabbed his hand but I don’t let him notice it.

 We walked out of the cinema. Sherlock stopped walking and looked at me. I stopped walking too and looked back at him. “You know John, I had a really great time today” he said. I nodded. “Yeah, me too” I said with a smile. “And if you want, we can go on dates more often” Sherlock said.

 I looked at him, confused. Did he just use the word date? Did he say that on accident or does he just use that word weirdly? Sherlock saw the confused look on my face and laughed. “You did know this was a date, right?” he said. I shook my head, even more confused. “I was too awkward to ask you, that’s why I said Moriarty was going to be there too” he said.

 “Ooh” I said, kinda understanding now. “But how did you know I had a crush on you?” I asked. He laughed in respond. “Well my dear John, it was obvious. The way you looked at me sometimes, your body language around me” he said and shrugged. “Then why didn’t you just tell me you liked me back?” I asked. “I was just too awkward and shy, I guess” he said and he shrugged again.

 That sly smile of his appeared on his face. “Since you like me and all, you don’t mind if I do this, right?” he said then he kissed me. I closed my eyes in suprise and kissed him back. He pulled away after a few seconds and I opened my eyes again.

 “See you in science class, John” he said and he walked off.

 I watched him walk away, knowing science class will never be the same. I have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I’m gonna say it’s good.