CHAPTER 1
"I'm bored," Sherlock said to John in his best whiny, thirteen year old voice.
"Sherlock, not now; we're in the middle of a Physics lesson, and it's nearly the end of the day," John hissed, still struggling to remember if the Earth revolved around the sun or if it was the other way around.
"John, this is useless! I'm just going to delete it anyway," Sherlock complained while John rolled his eyes, yet hiding a smile. They continued arguing in this fashion until interrupted by the teacher.
"Sherlock! Would you care to repeat what I just said?" The teacher asked in a snobbish manner.
"No, sir, I would not care to," Sherlock replied without hesitating. John put his face in his hands as Sherlock continued, "This is, quite frankly, completely useless. Besides, you don't need to take out your anger on me; it's not my fault your wife is having an affair with the geography teacher."
"Sherlock Holmes, if you do not stop talking right now, you will be in detention for the rest of the week!" The teacher snarled. Sherlock took a breath in.
And so he got detentions for the rest of the week. John was patiently waiting for him in their dormitory when Sherlock burst in:
"You weren't here in registration," John said.
"I now have detention for two weeks," Sherlock replied with a sarcastic smile as John sighed.
"Well, we were told about this four day trip to Dartmoor later on this year. We got leaflets; I took one for you," John said, flinging the small booklet, "You could say 'thanks', mate."
"Thank you, Johnny boy," Sherlock said with a smirk as he saw John glaring at him. He texted Mycroft, who replied rapidly to say that he could go. Then, Sherlock asked if John could come, who took out his phone and started dialling. Sherlock gave him a curious look.
"With my mother, it just can't be done through text," John explained and they started sniggering again until John interrupted, "Oh my God, it's ringing – shut up!" He ordered then went into a very sweet voice, "Hey, Mum! How are you? ... Yeah, I just thought I'd call, you know, um, get news and stuff ... Oh, and uh, before I forget, there's this little thing ... no! I haven't got detention again Mum! ... Well you could at least be nice about it ... No, no I didn't say anything ... well you interrupted me, Mum! Okay, so we have this trip to Dartmoor for four days later on this year. It's, um, essential to the syllabus ... okay, fine, I am lying ... Yes, I know I'm a bad liar ... I really want to go on this trip! ... I'll do the laundry! ... I'll do the laundry when I come back! ... I'll make Christmas dinner! ... Gee, Mum, I only burnt it once ... I'll uh, I'll uh ... really? ... Deal! Love you, Mum, bye!" John hung up and grinned at Sherlock.
"What are the terms and conditions?" Sherlock asked.
"I have to clean my room when I come back, but that's it!" John said happily.
"John, your room is a dump," Sherlock said, "Your mum knows how to haggle!" He said, laughing and John glowered.
"Maybe, but I can go!" John returned to his happy self. Sherlock grinned and lifted his hand up for a high-five, which John returned.