I gave him a light smile before walking out of the room. What did he mean by that? And why had his whole manner changed? He had to be bipolar. I tried to push him out of my mind and focus on Sherlock. There was no way I could convince him that nothing happened. He'd know. He always knows. I really loved Sherlock. He grows on you after a while. I climbed into a taxi, without looking back at the party that I had just left. I didn't even notice Richard watching me leave through the window.
I finally arrived at 221b Baker Street. I payed the taxi driver, who gave me a compliment on my outfit. I rolled my eyes and got out of the cab, letting the pervert drive away with a smirk on his face. I saw some children about to knock on the door, so I joined their trick or treating and pretended to be small by getting down on my knees. To my surprise, Sherlock opened the door with a bag of sweets in his hands. Even though there was a bored expression on his face, he still looked like he was amused at everyone's effort on this 'scary' day of the year. Once he'd given sweets out to all the kids, I got up off my knees and gave him a smirk; "Where's my sweets, sir?"
The children ran off with their parents to the next house whilst I was stuck with an expressionless Sherlock. His eyes traveled up and down my body quickly. He retreated a little and pushed the door open wider so I could come in. He closed the door behind me and followed me up the stairs. He was looking down at his shoes to distract himself from staring at my ass as we walked up the staircase. When I reached the top, I spotted John sitting on the sofa as I walked through the door of the small flat. He stared at me, mouth agape.
"Close your mouth, Watson." I smirked. "You'll catch flies."
His mouth immediately closed and he, just like Sherlock, tried to concentrate on something to distract himself from me.
"And why are you here?" Sherlock asked me.
"Can't a girl come and see her boyfriend? You make it sound like I'm a terrorist or something." I scoffed.
"You're supposed to be at a party." He stated, pointing his finger at me and my clothes. "And by the looks of things, you had fun."
"Prove it, detective boy." You said, crossing your arms with a slightly worried but happy glint in your eyes.