"Uh… Hi. I'm John Watson." John said standing awkwardly at the door to dorm 152.

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock took a deep breath. He looked over John's pale, muscular features. This was going to be a hard year. "I don't expect you to follow my guidelines, which are on the desk, but at the very least, keep your football things," He grimaced, "or stupid papers on your side of the room."

"Oh, I don't play football. I'm a swimmer. Just googles and swim trunks for me. Ha ha." John smiled nervously and crossed over to his bed.

Sherlock was lying on his bed, John and the rest of the world oblivious to him. John, seeing that it was pointless to interact with Sherlock, started to pack his things away. His case had to be put on the floor before being unzipped, something John forgot to do and most his things fell out. Sherlock woke from his deep sleep to and saw John fumbling over all his things. Mostly books, as he observed.

"Here, let me help. I can't concentrate if you're making all that noise." Sherlock got off his bed and started to pick up the thins that had crossed the masking tape line he had going straight threw the room.

"I'm sorry Sherlock. I'm really clumsy when I'm nervous. My dad says tha-"

"Forgetful."

"What?"

Sherlock handed John three book and a pair of pants. "These are yours," John blushed. "And you mean forgetful, not clumsy. Clumsy would have implied you knocked over the case."

"Right, yah." John stated to put his books beside his bed. "You were at this school last year, right?"

"How'd you guess?" Sherlock replied surprised.

"You just look more situated than someone knew would. Even if you were pretending." John blushed a bit and went back to unpacking.

A awkward silence passed between them, hurriedly interrupted by a kid running by their room.

"Mark Sheptard blew up the lab! Mark Sheptard blew up the lab!"

"Wonder what that was about." John said excitedly.

"Seems like Sheptard blew up the lab." Sherlock smirked to himself.

"Right. Thanks. Wanna check it out?" John jumped from his spot on the floor and headed to the door.

Sherlock looked at John. This boy is friendly. He thought. Abort, Sherlock, Abort! Sherlock nodded and got up to follow John.

Sherlock led John to the lab, silently cursing himself for falling for John's charm. He knew it was going to bite him in the arse.

"School hasn't even started yet, Markus, and you've already destroyed something." A distressed teacher rolled his hand threw his messy hair. "Just go clean yourself off and meet me in my office. I'm sure you know the way."

The entire lab seemed to be covered in strawberry scented green bubbles.

"Does something like this every year." Sherlock remarked. "Last year he was trying to make pear scented hard candy from lemon candies and they just got so slippery that they shot from your mouth every time you tried to eat them."

"Cool." John marvelled.

Sherlock almost forgot that John was there and took a second to look at him suspiciously. Almost like John had just snuck up on him. "Want to check out the Library? I noticed you had some good books and I may have a few more to recommend." Sherlock mentally punched himself.

"Sure! I'd love to!" John made a after-you motion and Sherlock walked on ahead, leaving John to follow.