So I thought I'd write some fluff while I think of how to continue my other fanfic, I'll keep up with the other one don't worry! As always I don't own Sherlock, or any of the characters that belongs to bbc Moffat and our kind Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Anyways please review it really helps me!
John slammed his head onto the library desk. He would never understand chemistry. No matter how hard he tried the nonsensical symbols that his professor always mentioned during class would never make sense to him. Hell he didn't even know what he didn't know. John let out a long groan and looked at the page in front of him the symbols swirling in front of his eyes in some confusing complicated dance. He slammed his head into the desk again causing a loud resounding thud to echo through the otherwise quiet library.
"You alright mate?" John looked up and chuckled, his old roommate Mike was standing in front of him grinning sheepishly. "Yeah just stressing about finals" John said pointing to his chemistry homework. Mike clicked his tongue a few times,
"Well you're in deep shit if you can't understand this mate," John groaned at his friend's jibe "I do however know someone that might be able to help. This girl, Sherlock she'll tutor anyone in anything, kind of a genius apparently." John's head shot straight up,
"Do you have her number?" John asked trying not to sound too desperate. Mike nodded and handed his younger friend a piece of paper with a number scrawled in a hurried elegant scribble. "Thank you so much," John said and started to collect his stuff. Mike cleared his throat to grab his friend's attention and John looked up with a confused look on his face. "Text her, don't call her." Mike explained before walking away. John stared at the paper in his hands. The number was written in black ink and the numbers seemed to flow into each other seamlessly. John quickly typed the number into his phone and typed a simple message.
Is this Sherlock? –JW
After the message sent John set his phone down and continued to stare hopelessly as the work for his organic chemistry class. He stared impatiently at his phone hoping if he stared at it hard enough the soft ping would sound and the message would pop up on the now offensive device. John was about so slam his head into the wood desk again when he heard the soft ping alerting him of a new message, his hands flew to the device and almost dropped it in his haste.
Yes of course, the dorm is 221B in the Baker dorms. And the name is Sherlock Holmes. –SH
John packed up his laptop and backpack and headed towards the Baker building with no idea what he was truly getting himself into.
A/N hey guys please tell me if you like it/want me to continue also give my other fic a read through I'll be continuing that when I have the time thank you so much for reading!