Who wants to do a one on one with me? {CLOSED} {Stalkers welcome it's Johnlock}

"Let's go, you want to."

(Hello?)

John stood up and started to put in his coat.

Sherlock put on his coat and stormed out, getting into a cab and leaving. John could go home alone for all he cared.

“Bastard, utter bastard.” John mumbled to himself as he watched Sherlock leave him on the street. And to think he had a connection with him, that idiot. John took his time walking home.

The moment Sherlock got home he started to fire at the smile face painted at the wall. "John is an idiot like everyone else. He isn't any different at all." He shouted to thin air.

“Sherlock doesn’t really care about me, he doesn’t have feeling” John mumbled

"Idiot!" gunshot. "Idiot!" gunshot. "IDIOT!!!" Several gunshots.

(John can arrive whenever.)

John arrived at the flat and heard the gun shits coming from inside, he opened and slammed the door shut. He went straight up to his room, not saying anything to Sherlock and slammed that door shut too.

"Bleeding arse!"

John didn’t relply, even though he could hear everything Sherlock was saying.

Several more gunshots later, Sherlock went to John's room. "John?"

"A-are you okay?"

“What, Sherlock?” A small sniff

“I’m fine.” He sniffed again.

(Hello?)