What I Least Expected To Learn
Chapter 1
It was another ordinary day of school, or so John wanted to think that morning. He got dressed and brushed his teeth and ate breakfast like any other Friday morning. He felt the same as he always felt, abused and a little hungover from all the partying he likes to do. Abused because he's always been bullied, and when he started college, it didn't stop.
No, it got worse. Instead of rumors in middle school, or the usual fight in him school, it was a fight everyday, rumors all over and sex everywhere. And the worst part was that had no roommate in the dorms. So he had no knew to tell any of it to. Until he came back from classes that night, "Who the hell are you?!"
The tall burnett looked up to John, "Hi. I'm your new roomy, get over it." He laid back on the bed he as sitting on, "Do you mind the violin? And sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would this bother you?" He asks as if he didn't want to be there, and he didn't. Mycroft insisted he go to a university though, so here he is.
John sat down on his bed, and sighed. He flopped down on his back, "Just don't play when I'm trying to sleep, and if I start ranting, ignore me. Other people do and there's no point in listening to the problems I'll never get rid of," he shrugged. John could get used to having someone who would let him talk and not judge him for the shit that comes out of his mouth.
The burnett shrugged, "The name's Sherlock Holmes, by the way." And he started thinking about his expirements back at the house.
John rolled his eyes, "Is that supposed to impress or wow me?" he asks. Sherlock ignores his insulting question and continues thinking of what will happen to Muffin, their cat. He did, after all, expirement on her. But he wasn't sure what the result may be, so he'll just wait for someone to call and tell him the 'tragedy'. Honestly, he despised the creature. Ugh, she's always ruining something of Sherlock's and he hated her.
Then, Sherlock decided to answer John's question, "It's just a name, John," he sighed. Then he also realized, "Your name is in your textbook. And don't give me that look, I wanted to know who I was staying with before I could trust you enough to sleep here." John looked dumbfounded.
"Amazing." He said and rolled over, "Bloody brilliant," he complimented. He wanted to slap him, then again to applaud his observations. He can tell that with Sherlock, he'll have his ups and downs, but overall, it'll be fun. He rolled back over and propped himself up with his right elbow, "So, how old are you, because you look about nineteen."
Sherlock was a little young to be in college, but he has the brains to be here. "Because I am nineteen. Just turned last month actually. Why? How old are you?" Sherlock already knew the answer, but he wanted confirmation.
"Me?" He sighed, "I'm 21. But I got here late because of money issues. How did you get here?" he decided to ask. Its a valid question seeing as he's really young and doesn't have the look of a stressed worker. And John would know what a stressed worker looks like.
He sighed in disgust, "My brother insisted I get a real education, so here I am. He said it'd be easy, but I don't know yet. Guess I'll just have to wait and see." Sherlock sat up and fluffed his hair with his palms and it looked hilarious afterwards. But John didn't laugh, that'd be rude.
"Where is the money coming from? He doesn't just pull it out of his ass, does he?" John asked.
Sherlock sighed and chuckled, "Sometimes I swear he does. But no, he's part of the British government."
"Mum must be proud if him, then?" John asked, but told more than asked.
"Yes. Is your mother proud of you?" Sherlock asked. Obviously he doesn't know.
"What mother? Oh, the one who drank herself to death because my father died in action? Yeah, no. The only one I've got left is my sister and she wants nothing to do with me." John didn't mean to have a bad attitude but he's still pissed at his mother for being so selfish. Harry struggled to raise John, but they got him to where he is now, and he thanks her for it. But she doesn't want contact with John anymore.
Sherlock hasn't known this, but now that he did, "Well, then where's your best friend?" He's got to have someone to consult and tell his feelings to. There's got to be someone for everyone, right?
"Well, there was Mary, but she had to leave, then a few weeks later I got a letter from her parents that she died. So no, no best friend and no girlfriend or boyfriend. No one." John seemed to be complaining but he didn't mean to. It's always been this way, he has very few people and they end up leaving him. Which is why he was wondering why he hadn't kicked this man out yet. But there's something about him...
Then there was a knock at the door and Sherlock sprung up to get it. John simply sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. Sherlock opened the door slightly, "What do you want?" he heard Sherlock grumble.
It was a female voice, as a matter of fact, it was Joanna. John despised this excuse for a woman. "I wanted to welcome you to the university. And wish you good luck with the stupid arse you're rooming with." Sherlock slammed the door in her face, and sat back down on his bed.
"I will, at all costs, avoid that woman. She disgusts me." That's the first time John has ever heard something like that said about her. People always think she's so nice and so pretty. But she disgusts him? Wow. John couldn't help but smile. Sherlock was confused, " What's so amusing?"
John chuckled and said simply, "You're the first person to dislike her. Everyone else loves her, except for me, of course. I never did like her."
Sherlock smiles, and he feels this weird feeling that confuses him. He decided he would look it up later and see if it's normal to feel like you can't stop smiling. Maybe it's some weird explainable thing. Or maybe... no! Never. Sherlock doesn't feel for anyone, and there's no way he'd feel that for a man!
Nonetheless, both of them knew that they'll at last be very good friends. John likes the fact that Sherlock dislikes the same type of people that he dislikes. Sherlock likes that he could finally make someone happy with his 'silly education's' and whatnot.