"John. John. JOHN!" My eyelids fluttered and I looked directly up into Sherlock's wide eyes.

"What Sherlock? I was sleeping."

"Obviously." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Long night out with…Sarah? Was it? She left you angrily when you took that call from me. You came home, angry and upset, to pass out on the couch. Next time please make it to your bed. Alright? I don't sleep that often, but when I do it's hard to listen to your snoring another room closer."

"I do not snore." I muttered. "And how can you complain about that when you play the violin at 3 in the morning?"

"The sound of me playing the violin is a beautiful sound… Snoring on the other hand is just…"

"That's a matter of opinion." I grunted, getting up to turn on the telly.

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know. Sherlock, you tell me. You know you're so damn smart." Before he could reply I decided to get to the point. "What do you want?"

"I want a case."

"You've just solved a case!"

"That was last night! Now I'm bored! BORED. And you've hidden my gun. Haven't had time to find it yet."

"Well why don't you make that you're next case? I really don't need Mrs. Hudson getting upset about her wall again anyways. Is that really what you woke me up for?"

"Yes." He replied nonchalantly.

"Have you no self-restraint?"

"I have enough self-restraint, thank you very much." He grabbed the clicker from me and shut off the telly. "Call Lestrade. Get me a case."

"Call Lestrade yourself. I need a shower."

"You do. You smell of alcohol and... man stink."

I rolled my eyes and ignored that comment. "Oh, and I didn't thank you for ruining things with Sarah for me. A person would've thought you were jealous if they saw the way you acted. But I know you're just a colossal dick." I got up and headed for the bathroom and slammed the door. Why was he always such an arse? Couldn't he just let me get off with Sarah? Apparently not. He knew exactly how to ruin a perfect dinner.

"John?" I heard a slight knock on the door.

"What Sherlock? I'm about to get into the shower." I said through the door.

"I need to borrow your phone."

"And where's yours?" I questioned, but Sherlock remained silent. "What did you do to your phone Sherlock?"

"It was an experiment."

"You're hopeless." I opened the door and handed him my phone. "Now leave me alone. I'd like to shower in peace." Sherlock said nothing as I slammed the door in his face.

By the time I was out of the shower, Sherlock was gone. My phone was left on the table. I sighed and checked the last messages. Text to Lestrade: Any new cases? With a reply: Nothing interesting. Call to Mycroft. Mycroft? Why would Sherlock call Mycroft. Their childish feud kept him from having almost no contact with his older brother. Oh well. As long as he wasn't here to be annoying and rude and play his stupid violin at three in the morning.

I pulled on my favorite jumper and headed out the door. There really isn't anything to do at the flat without Sherlock there. Even if he was annoying as hell, he was the only reason I wasn't bored all the time. I called Sarah. "Hello?"

"Hello, Sarah. I'm real sorry about last night. You know how Sherlock can be…"

"Yeah, well I know how you can be too." She replied tartly.

"I'm really sorry Sarah, it'll be different next time..." I started to say.

"No, it won't John. We can't do this anymore. You and Sherlock make a cuter couple anyways. Good-bye." The other line went dead. I sighed. I couldn't do anything without Sherlock screwing it up.

My phone buzzed. Text from Sherlock. Picked up new phone. Sorry about Sarah.

No you're not. Where are you? I sent back.

Busy. Was his short reply.

Care to build on that any?

No.

He was so annoying. His stubborness, the way he never tells me what is going on. Him and his stupid amazing blue eyes, gorgeous voice… and those just too tight shirts… I wiped those thoughts away. He's Sherlock bloody Holmes.

My phone buzzed again. We need milk.

You care to get some? I asked, already knowing the answer.

Rather not.

Of course not. Fine. I always get the shopping anyways.

So why did you bother asking? Was his annoying reply.

I decided not to answer. I waved down a taxi and headed for the supermarket. We didn't just need milk. The flat had nothing to eat or drink in it. Ever. Which is funny since Sherlock rarely eats. Maybe he just experiments on the food, I thought to myself.

After picking up a few groceries and returning to the flat, I was annoyed but happy to see that Sherlock had returned. "Ah, John. I see you got milk."

"Good observation."

Sherlock glanced up from his perch on the chair. "Thanks for picking that up."

His thanks caught me off guard. "Oh, you're welcome…" Since when does he thank me for anything? "So, anything from Lestrade?"

He moaned. "No! Everything is so dull. Boring domestic violence. Boring stolen cars, bank robbed. No murders, no serial killers. What I would give for another serial killer! It's been too long since the last. We need something fun!"

"Maybe I should change occupations?" I asked jokingly.

"You would make a horrible serial killer John. I would know it was you in the first 2 minutes."

"If you say so." I said as he walked to grab his violin. It was going to be a long evening. "Why did you call your brother earlier?"

"I didn't."

"Sherlock, I'm not a complete idiot."

"Well that is a matter of opinion."

When I didn't reply, he sighed. "I needed something from him."

"Wait, what was that? You needed something from someone else?" I did nothing to hide how surprised I was.

"Oh shut up."

"What did you need from Mycroft?"

"Advice."

This just kept getting better and better. "Advice on what?"

"That does not concern you." He started playing terribly on his violin. A sign that he didn't want company. I rolled my eyes and headed for my room. It was like living with a teenage boy.

The violin stopped after about an hour and I was about to head back to the kitchen when my phone buzzed. Text from Sherlock. You.

Me what?

I needed advice from Mycroft about you.

Next chapter coming soon. c: