A/N: God only knows why I wrote this… And I bet even he is a little skeptical. Same old load, I don't own anything, I am making no money off this (Don't I wish), so on, so forth.
John was far more up-to-date on anything in the media than Sherlock expected. While investigating crime scenes, he would often catch him and Sally gossiping over some TV show that the pair was obsessing over. If Sherlock went to investigate a body, John would stay behind to talk about a new book with Lestrade. Even if Mycroft and John were left alone together, they would talk about some new scandal, political or otherwise. The military doctor had even started chatting on the phone with people about up-coming pop-stars and their latest songs or public appearances.
Finally, Sherlock had had enough of his amazingly non-gay, gay flat mate. When John was on the phone, gossiping about Cher Lloyd and her latest appearance on the X-Factor, Sherlock had decided to pull the plug on his social media obsessions. He snatched the cell phone from John, threw it into the TV screen- which promptly broke -and turned on his heel. John stared astounded, his hand still cupped to his ear, mimicking the motion of holding a phone to his ear. His breaths were now sputters and coughs, not sure if he should be angry or surprised.
"Sherlock! How dare you! Sally and I were talking about Cher-"
"I could care less John. You are being amazingly homosexual for someone who is heterosexual, and I have no wish to listen to you sing how you ain't ever going to grow up, and about how much you wanna get down. Your music tastes disgust me," Sherlock announced, as if it was as simple as a tomato being a fruit.
John did not know whether to be offended or upset. He stood up and went to retrieve his phone from the broken TV. He picked it up, looked at it for a second, began to speak into it again. "I'm sorry Sally, that was Sherlock being an insufferable prick…"
A/N: Meh. Drabble of Drabbles-ness. Review and Rate or gtfo.