Little Black Book
Chapter 1: Prologue
It had fallen into his hands by complete and utter accident, but had brought about the most important change in Johns life- It brought him to Sherlock Holmes. The little black book with it's pages full of little oddities had been dropped infront of the cafe he frequented- he wouldn't have paid any mind to it- Had he not conviniently recognised it as belonging to a man who also frequented the cafe, normally in the mornings around the same time. An attractive male with grey eyes and pale sinewy body. So, he held onto the notebook and for almost 3 weeks he didn't dare peek inside- But the man never returned to the cafe, and so John ended up keeping that little black book for nearly 4 months before his curiosity betrayed him, and he pried open the little leather bound book and read from it's worn and ragged pages- the parchment crisp, but obviously well felt.
The first 40 or so pages were all over scientific theories that John knew he could never hope to understand and in odd places over those pages there were little remarks and comments and footnotes- then abruptly, the theme of the pages changed. The little black book went from being a text book, to a personal diary that John felt as though he were intruding upon by reading. The man went through the process of a slow and rather...confused state of falling in love it would seem, John found himself smiling and sometimes laughing when he read it- This man spoke of love like some kind of science experiment to be presented for a blue ribbon! He would never win anyones heart this way! 'What a poor fool,' John would think 'To be so desperately in love and not be able to even tell it yourself!' Then, one day, his name appeared in the book.
I discovered his name today. The name of the man who sits in the cafe and distracts me with his presence the way no one else has ever done. The one who has melted the cold exterior of logical shelling around me- around my heart- his name is John Watson. A warm and lovely name for such a bright and sunny dispositioned individual. The waitress caught me staring- I hadn't realized I had been staring at all- and had smiled knowingly at me, obviously prompting me to speak with him. I would do no such thing of course! I don't understand it. the way Logical thought process seems to dissipate with him around. The way I lose all sense of...of everything, when I see him. They told me before that not everything has logical reasoning and scientific method behind it and I had always been one to disprove that theory. I believed more than anyone, that there was scientific formuli for everything- I was wrong. Love does not involve logic or science or even a lick of common sense. John Watson does not involve common sense...
John must have gaped at the pages for several minutes before regaining, and then stared at them a good while more. The poor fellow had fallen in love with John- someone he had never said a word to and probably never would. This poor man knew absolutly nothing of what it meant to be in love, was so...wrapped in his world of theories and explanations and deductions that he had never acknowledged human emotions or even cared to learn enough to recognise them- the pages had said so themselves!- but sitting almost 10 feet away from him, maybe 3 or 4 times a week for 10 minutes, this crazy man had fallen in love with John.
and John might just have fallen in love with him too.
So this story is my new idea and This prologue is kind of short, but if it's received well i'll definatly continue- the other chaps will be longer
Reviews and constructive critisism are greatly appreciated- thank you! 3- Kaira
