"Please, John, please," the consulting detective begged his flatmate. "John, I'm bored."
"Shut up, Sherlock. I don't care. You're always bored when we don't have a case," the army doctor replied. Sherlock was such a child. John hoped that a new case would come soon so Sherlock would just shut up.
"I just want to do something interesting. Now, for the last time, what do you normal idiots find interesting?"
John ignored the fact that his flatmate just called him an idiot. "I have an idea, Sherlock. Why don't you act like a normal person and go out, make friends, maybe get a girlfriend." He looked at the disgusted look on Sherlock's face. "Or maybe a boyfriend," he tried.
Sherlock thought for a second. "Boring," he concluded and jumped up. He put on his coat and scarf then left. If John wouldn't help then fine! He would just have to entertain himself.
Sherlock walked down the unusually crowded street, deducing people of all things, wondering what normal people did for fun. All the people around him were just so boring. What did John do for fun when he wasn't around? John, he thought. Perfect, beautiful John. Sherlock laughed. John, perfect? No. But for being a normal person, he is pretty close.
No, he scolded himself. I can't think of John like that. He is my flatmate! What if he found out? He would leave. Sherlock laughed again. John won't find out. Though he is fairly smart, he is just an idiot like everyone else.
Sherlock stopped and looked around. He didn't know where he was. He reached in his pocket for his phone then realized he didn't have it. So he was alone, didn't know where he was, had no money or a way home, and no phone. Great, just brilliant.
"Excuse me," he pointed at a young dark haired man. "You. Yes, you. Can I use your phone? Why am I even asking? You're going on a date. Wait, you're going to dump her, aren't you? Yes, I can tell by the- Never mind. Can I just use your phone."
"Wha- No! You can't! Just, leave me alone."
"No. Please. Can I just use your phone?" But the man had already left. Sherlock looked around for more people but everyone seemed to have disappeared.
Now what am I going to do, Sherlock thought as he started walking aimlessly, hoping he would run into something he recognized before it got too late.
Sherlock, where are you? John was getting worried and mad. But mostly mad. He was about to go on a date and Sherlock was nowhere to be found. And worse, Sherlock didn't have his phone. I guess I'll just have to leave a note.
John quickly wrote a note and put it on the fridge. 'Sherlock, I'm going on a date. I'll be home late, if at all. See you later. -John' Then he added, 'P.S. Stop forgetting your phone.'
John grabbed his phone and his key and walked out the door. He hoped Sherlock would be home soon. John would never forgive himself if he got hurt.
So he left. Unsure what his flatmate was doing or if he was okay. But it was Sherlock. He would be okay. Maybe get some people arrested or break an arm, but he'll be okay. Or at least John hoped so.