Sherlock sat at his desk, mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr. God, this site was addictive. He couldn't even remember how or when he'd come across it. It had just reached into his life and grabbed him, dragging him into the dark abyss of the fandom world, a world that was impossible to get out of, once you were in it. Sherlock didn't know why he was complaining, fandoms were amazing. He wouldn't want to stray from Tumblr, even if he could. He had a surprising amount of followers on tumblr. Who knew messing around online with a bunch of Doctor Who gifs could get you so many followers? Sherlock loved it. Tumblr was the only place he was really accepted for who he was. He guessed he must have found Tumblr when he was around thirteen or fourteen, but it felt like it had been part of his life forever. He couldn't imagine life without it. He scrolled some more, reblogging numerous things numerous times.

"Sherlock!" His mother was calling him from downstairs.

"I'm busy!" He yelled back.

He heard footsteps on the stairs and he minimized the tab, just as she walked into the room.

"Sherlock, tidy your room," she sighed.

"It's not messy," he said, "it's just... not tidy by your standards."

She sighed. "Sherlock," she said, "tidy your room, then we'll talk."

"I don't want to talk," he said.

"Well, I need to talk to you," she said, "I've been thinking about something for months now. I need to talk to you about it."

Sherlock sighed. "I told you, I'm busy."

"Busy with what? You're always on your laptop. What are you doing on it?"

"Homework," he lied.

"Okay," she obviously didn't believe him. "Once you've finished your homework, tidy your room, then come downstairs."

"Yeah, whatever," Sherlock said as she left the room. As soon as she was out of sight, he opened the tab again and carried on with his internetting.

After another hour of Tumblr, Sherlock managed to pull himself from the land of fandoms and tidied his room, tidying being shoving a bunch of his clothes and books under his bed and then giving up. He headed downstairs, meeting Mycroft on the stairs... unintentionally meeting Mycroft. He ignored his brother and walked downstairs, thoughts of Doctor Who still clouding his brain.

"How's Mary?" John's mum asked.

"Huh?" John hadn't been listening. "Oh, yeah, she's great."

His mother gave him a worried glance. "Are you sure, John?" She asked. "She hasn't been around for weeks. Is everything alright with her?"

John nodded. "Yeah. Everything's fine, mum."

"Okay," she said. "If you say so."

They sat in silence for a while and John had time to think. He and Mary had been dating for eight months. They'd never fought or anything. John had felt like everything had always been good between them. But, lately, Mary just hadn't seemed herself. John hadn't really seen her at all that week. She'd said she was too busy to spend time with John or that she had homework or some other excuse. John didn't believe it for one second. But he couldn't work out why she didn't want to spend time with him anymore.

"None of your friends have been over, either," she said. "I've never actually met any of your friends. Will you bring one over at some point?"

John nodded and gave her a fake smile. "Yeah, sure."

Once in his room, John locked the door, sat on his bed and sulked. What sixteen year old boy had no friends? What sixteen year old boy had a girlfriend who ignored him? What sixteen year old boy was alone all the time?

He angrily pulled out his phone and texted Mary.

"I haven't seen you in ages. Do you want to talk?"

She didn't reply.

Sherlock sat down in the chair opposite his mum. "What do you want?" He sighed.

"I wanted to talk to you. I hardly ever see you anymore," she said. "And there's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" Sherlock asked, slouching in the chair. "You're wasting my time."

"Sherlock," she said, "we're moving."

(Hi. This is the first fanfiction I've put online. I hope you enjoy it. It took me a long time to write this chapter. For weeks, I couldn't decide how to start. For all the Americans, I am British, so I'll be using the British words for things. Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me. See you soon in chapter two! -GeekQueen305)