A/N: I was bored. Again. But I somehow can not finish my other two stories. So to have at least one story that is complet, I wrote a Oneshot. And it's about something that happens in real life, too! At least to me...
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
There is a lump at the back of his head. John wonders for a moment where he is, until the smell of chemicals remind him he is home. Something presses against his head again and the air smells...fruity.
Turning around his gaze lands on Sherlock munching on...
"Maoam?" John asks, mind still fogged with sleep. Explains the fruity smell.
Sherlock just arches an eyebrow, elegant as always, even when he spits out a chewed through Maoam. For a brief second John wonders what his flatmate is up to, then it happens. The madman presses the Maoam into Johns hair, turns around and unwraps the next one.
John sits in his armchair and stares.
"What are you doing!?" He screams when Sherlock is about to press the next sticky candy into his hair.
"I'm testing a theory." Sherlock says as if John is stupid. Because putting Maoam into your friends hair is normal. Mentaly John punches himself and after that his mental Sherlock, so he does not break his flatmates nose. Deep breaths, in and out, count to ten.
Sherlock puts another Maoam into the blonde grey hair. "The victim of the last case had a sticky lump in his hair. At first I thought it was ordinary chewing gum, but it was a bit of this special candy." He holds up a pack of cherry flavored Maoams.
"I want to see just how long it takes for those candys to harden, like the one in our victims hair." Sherlock pops another Maoam into his mouth, orange.
"Why me? Why don't you stick them into your hair?" John tries to stay calm, because murder is not a solution, but also damn tempting. And he is sure that Lestrade would let him be.
Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Because you and the victim have the same hair length. We want reliable test results."
"You could have asked me! Don't you dare!" He screeches while grabbing his flatmates wrist. With his other hand he runs through his hair. There are dozens of wet, sticky lumps in his hair. Dozens of spit and sugar coated candys. In his hair.
Suddenly John has a flashback. He is back in primary school. Behind him sits Andrew, a mean kid with red curly hair. He chews bubble gum with passion and throws them at the girls. Often the candys end up tangled in some poor girls hair. There will be many tears, screams, but Andrew will laugh until they call his parents. Then he will start to wail and apologize, it was an accident. Of course his parents belive him, sooth him. They never scold their golden boy.
It's Wendsday, John has ham on his sandwich. He opens his mouth to take a bite. His head collides with his desk, before he even registers what was going one. Something warm and wet drips down his nose, his neck hurts, but worst of all he hears Andrew laughing. And this means he has bubble gum in his hair. Andrew stops laughing when Johns fist greets his jaw.
Back in the present Sherlock tries to wiggle his hand out of Johns iron grip. Sure, Sherlock deserves to be punched in the face, multiple times, but he is not Andrew. So instead of doing what his fist itches for since weeks, John snatches the sticky Maoam from pale fingers and presses it into dark curls.
The face Sherlock makes is ridiculous and John can't help it, he laughs.
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