Hey guys! I started writing this story for my friend Kristina(MakorraLove97) during school but I decided to upload it on here for fun. Please review and tell me what you think, thanks!
I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK
xxCaspa97xx
Today marks the day my best friend, Kristina and I moved to London one year ago. This day last year we were in New York saying goodbye to our parents and friends. We had gotten into the same college in Camden, London NW1 2NJ. We share a flat together at 221B Baker St.
Kristina and I are both 24 years old. She has long curly brown hair and green eyes. She's 5'2, she's shy but she's a total sweet heart. I have just past shoulder length straight dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm 5'7 and I can be nice when I want to be, not most of the time though.
We started college last year because we decided to take a road trip around the United States for a few years after high school. Now, we're focusing on our studies of law and criminal justice in London. We always wanted to live here so now we are!
As a yearaversary, we decided to eat down at Speedy's Café under our flat. We walked in and grabbed a seat in the back. A few moments later two men were seated next to us.
The more attractive of the two has dark curly hair that falls onto his ears, sea green eyes that any person can get lost in. His high cheekbones were so sharply defined they looked as it they could cut you, in a good way though. He has thin pink lips that looked great for kissing. He was wearing a long knee length coat, black pants and black shoes. Wrapped around his neck was a warm black and grey scarf. He was taller then the other man by quite a few inches.
The other, shorter, man has short ashy blonde hair. He has grey eyes and thinish pink lips. He was wearing a dark buttoned up denim shirt with a grey vest over it. He was also wearing dark denim jeans and black shoes similar to the taller mans.
"Sherlock, we can't just say Moriarty is the killer. Lestrade won't listen to us if we don't have any proof." The shorter one said. "I have all the proof I need inside my head John." The so called, Sherlock, said in response. He has such a deep, mesmerizing voice.
Sherlock looked over at me as if he was studying me. It gave me the goose bumps the way his gaze went from my face down my body then back up to my face.
In a quiet voice he said, "Johanna Kristin Gjerde. 24 years old, Norwegian and English. Lived in New York most of her life. 5'7, overweight by approximately… 15 pounds-" "Excuse me!?" I screamed and narrowed my eyes at him. Both Kristina and Sherlock looked at me in shock. Kristina didn't hear him and didn't know where my sudden outburst came from.
Sherlock was surprised that I heard him. "Nice going Sherlock…" John sighed. "Two things. One. How the hell do you know all that about me? Two. I'm not overweight you faen ansikt!" "One. I know everything. Two. I apologize if I insulted you by giving you information you obviously already know," Sherlock said nonchalantly. I turned my head to face Kristina, "Kristina, I'm going to visit Mrs. Hudson. I can't be here anymore.." I said quietly to my friend. She just nodded with her lower jaw hanging open a little not knowing what to say due to her confusion.
I turned to walk out with tears starting to form in my eyes. Weight has always been a problem with me…
"Wait!" The deep voice called after me. Maybe John spoke to this impolite shit. I stopped, wiped my tears away and turned to face him. "You live here at 221B?" He asked curiously. "You should know, as you said, 'you know eveeerything' do you not?" I laughed sarcastically. "I do know everything. I just didn't know who my new flat mates were. You and Kristina live on the floor on top of us," He said. My face dropped. "Oh, lucky me. I live above an impolite git."
"What did I say that was so impolite?" He asked seriously. He really didn't know? "You don't call a person, more specifically a girl, fat! I have problems with my weight due to the medications I'm on. I've tried so hard to lose this excess weight but nothing I'm doing is working!" Tears started forming in my eyes again. I saw that he looked a bit guilty and apologetic but that was gone in a blink of an eye. His eyes were back to that solid straight face. I turned around and stormed out of the cafe and up to the flat.
I knocked on Mrs. Hudson, our land lady's, door and waited for her to come answer. She opened it and a smile appeared on her face, "Hello there Johanna! Would you like to come in for a cuppa tea?" "Oh I would love to, thank you!" I smiled and walked in. She led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch.
"So have you met John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, your new flat mates? Nice bloke they are," She smiled while pouring the hot, not boiling, water into the two tea cups. "Yeah… So nice… Sherlock called me fat and John.. I don't know, I mean he didn't say anything but I guess he was nicer than Sherlock." "Oh that's Sherlock for you," She smiled, "would you like milk and sugar?" "Yes please. May I ask, how does he know all of this about a complete stranger just by looking at them once?" She walked over to me and sat down next to me after handing me a cup of tea.
"That's just Sherlock. Knows everything, asks nothing. Good man he is when you get to know him," She smiled and took a sip of her tea. There was a knock on the door which startled both Mrs. Hudson and I causing us to spill our tea a little on the floor.
She went and opened it to see Sherlock standing in the door opening with blood dripping down from his busted lip.
"Moriarty has John and Kristina."
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Just to inform you, 'faen ansikt' means fuck face in Norwegian. XD Also, bloke means men in a type of informal way.
Once again, thank you for reading and please leave a review telling me what you think and if you have any concerns or anything really. Thanks!
