Sherlock sat in his chair bored, as always. He was always bored when there was nothing to do. "John, I'm bored," The taller male stated factually to the blond. There was no answer from the doctor other than the clacking of computer keys. He was obviously blogging again. Sherlock looked back at John then turned his attention to the TV and pulled his knees up to his chest. This was so boring! For a moment, Sherlock thought about shooting at the wall again with a gun. Please let something come up! A murder, a found corpse, ANYTHING WOULD BE INTERESTING RIGHT NOW!
The detective rested his chin on his knees and watched as the woman on TV prepared a chicken. What's more boring than being bored? Cooking shows, that's what. The black haired man picked up the remote and changed the channel. There was nothing that caught his attention. Shortly after deciding that this was stupid, he turned the TV and looked back at the shorter and sighed. He needed to catch Watson's attention somehow, But how? A devilish grin graced the sleuth's lips as an idea popped into mind.
A poor unsuspecting John H. Watson sat as his laptop typing away at his laptop. Little did he know that he would soon be attacked by an unsupervised Sherlock. John sat comfortably at the piece of technology and poured words into it through the keyboard. His piece was quickly disrupted by a familiar Union Jack pillow coming to make holy matrimony with his face and get married to it. A few seconds after the pillow hit his head, he snapped his attention to his bored flat mate. "SHERLOCK," The short blond doctor's voice screeched in annoyance. "What was that for?" the detective let his head fall back to glance at the other and replied, "I'm bored." John let out a sigh as he picked up his favorite pillow. "You've got my attention now. What would you like to do?" The doctor gave Sherlock an annoyed face which in return got a weak smile and another reply of "I'm Bored."
John got out of his chair and grabbed his jacket. "Come on, obviously you need to be outside for a bit," The former soldier complained. The taller rolled his eyes and got out of his chair to follow the shorter man down the stairs and out into the street. Finally, Sherlock got what he wanted, something to do. He smiled to himself as John led the way to the park. They'd probably go feed the pigeons for a bit then grab a bite to eat. It wasn't as interesting as going after a killer, but at least the two were doing something productive and not stuck in their flat.
They fed pigeons for about thirty minutes till the sleuth said he was bored again and the doctor was tired of hearing it. They then went into a small restaurant to eat. After said events, they made their way back to the shared flat. John took his jacket off and sat back at his laptop to finish what he was doing and Sherlock sat himself back in his chair to sit in front of the boring TV. A sop opera was on at the moment. Not a very interesting one, but it involved the detective yelling at the television screen so it must have at least caught his attention a little bit. The doctor looked over at the other and grinned at Sherlock who was now arguing with the inanimate object on who the female character was in love with. It was boring, but it was a good boring you could say. Yeah right, He would be hearing Sherlock complain about it in a few minutes. Just watch.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys! Sorry about the sloppiness of this one. This was originally going to be a drabble, but I guess now it could count as a one-shot. Oh well. Enjoy and review please!