My sister DEMANDED this AU of me, sent me the prompt, and yelled at me all day to write it. Guys. I wrote a whole first chapter. Dear GOD this went long. I WROTE SIX THOUSAND WORDS IN A DAY, PEOPLE - ALL BECAUSE SHE KEPT DEMANDING ME TO WRITE IT.
Hi! Uploaded two hours ago by Miss Mouse. 6:31.
The camera wobbled as the girl adjusted it a little.
She was wearing a slightly dowdy white blouse – her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she had a small frame. She smiled at the camera nervously. The background was a pretty yellow room, a multicoloured bed and fairy lights that were strong across a soft board that had diagrams upon diagrams of anatomy. Some of them weren't human.
"Hi!" she said. Her voice was a little high-pitched and breathy, particularly since she looked like she'd just come back from somewhere. "My name is Molly Hooper – I'm a student in eleventh grade, and I am sixteen years old. Sorry – this is sounding like a list. I'm not sure why I'm doing this – Meena said that it might be a good idea, particularly since according to her, I just think too much. I guess it's nice to have someone to talk to."
She paused.
"Oh dear – that makes me sound so lonely," she said. "Um – I'm not entirely sure what else I should talk about."
She looked behind the camera confusedly.
"Meena is signalling me furiously, I'm not sure what's going on."
"Talk about school!" came the voice behind the camera.
"What about school?" asked Molly exasperatedly.
"What about that bloke? Sherlock? Your classes? Anything, Molly! You talk to me twenty-four seven and everyone compliments me on having found a friend who's so quiet."
Molly blushed. The camera went a little out of focus for a second –
"Hang on," said Meena. "Yes. Go."
Molly was looking at her fingers when the camera came back. She fiddled with a string on her blouse, and she looked at the camera.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asked, finally. Her face was pink, but she looked strangely determined. "There's this boy and I love him. At least, I think I do. I can't stop thinking about him. He's so intelligent it's like he's burning. And he's so cool but not really. And he's fit. Oh, he is really fit."
Molly looked up. "Meena is signaling me with a thumbs up. I guess that means I'm good. I can't stop thinking about him. I'm a sensible girl, I always have been – really, the first time I had a drink with Meena, I finished one peg, ate two chocolate biscuits, and had another. And I worked really hard to get into AP Chemistry, but he just rides all over everything. It's like I'm Molly Hooper, in control. 'Little Miss Perfect' as my mates call me. Until he walks into the room and then suddenly I'm this little mouse. He turns me into a mouse."
She looked at her shoes.
"I don't think you're 'Little Miss In Control', Molly," said Meena from behind.
"Really? John says I am."
"John doesn't recognise Mary for the madwoman she is," said Meena sarcastically. "You have to be really oblivious to be John. You're a mess, for sure, you're just a mess who's got every stupid thing in her life sorted except yourself."
"Thanks for that vote of confidence," said Molly.
"No problem, babe."
"I think Sherlock hates me, though," said Molly sadly.
"What?" asked Meena.
"He's always glaring at me in class," said Molly. "And he's always mean. I mean – on some level, I hate him as well! He's always so rude, and there's no need to be rude."
There was a silence from behind the camera.
"You know, Molly, sometimes, you can be equally oblivious."
Jon Hotson: Go Molly! You finally joined us.
Miss Mouse replied: What can I say? Meena convinced me.
Bitchin Through The Day replied: God, John, it took such effort, I can't tell you.
theworldburned2714: who is this bloke? sounds like a dick, i hope molly hates him
cauldronbubble replied: i think she does subconsciously lol
Biology It Is uploaded one hour ago by Miss Mouse. 5:40
"Hi!" she said. "Meena is with me again, today, as I try to get a hang of how I do this. There were some comments, which was really nice. I'm sorry I didn't reply, I felt really awkward." She blinked at the camera. "Not that it's very new for me to be awkward. He came in today, you know – and I just don't understand him. He's so frustrating. I think user cauldronbubble was right."
"Molly, you need to explain a little bit more. Everyone isn't watching all your videos."
"Right," said Molly, sounding flustered. "He was in again today and I still don't understand him. One minute he's noticing the tiniest thing about me and the next it's like I'm not here. He said I was wearing too much lipstick and then said I wasn't wearing enough. I just don't know. Connie Prince will know. She's fab."
"Molly! Learn to give some details – but also be careful in case you give away too much."
"Um, right," said Molly. She fumbled a little with her jumper. "So – well, we were in AP Chemistry, you know? And, well – I wasn't doing anything – minding my own business and all that. And I got well – I don't know, he just showed up. And it was so irritating, Meena – he just said 'Are you wearing lip gloss?' and yes, obviously I am –"
"Which lip gloss?" asked Meena interestedly.
Molly glared at the person behind the camera. "Why does it matter?"
"I don't know, it just looked like that new Baby Lips."
"How did you know?" asked Molly. "Nevermind – I said, 'yes' and he turned away. And then – at the end of the lesson, when I took it off he goes, 'your lips look too small now.'"
"I wonder what he wears outside of school," said Meena conversationally from behind the camera.
"John's Youtube channel has them going on adventures and stuff a lot – he wears a coat. Full one."
"He's seventeen!" said Meena.
"Exactly," said Molly in a satisfied voice.
"Too bad you have the hots for him," said Meena. "He is very fit, though."
"I know," said Molly, sounding frustrated.
"Maybe we should talk about AP Chemistry instead," said Meena.
"Stop directing my videos!" said Molly.
"Do it yourself, then," said Meena.
"I don't know what to say about AP Chemistry – everything that we have been taught since we were children is a lie, the universe is a mess, no one knows what gravity even is, let alone any rules or equations which work with it, and God isn't real."
There was a silence from behind the camera. "Pleasant. You could have taken AP English with me. I'm in Shakespearean heaven."
"Biology is nice, though. I'm a bit tired of cutting frogs."
"You're the only one who is able to do it," said Meena.
"I want a pigeon," said Molly.
"So, biology it is, eh?"
"Biology it is." Molly frowned. "You should start coming in front of the camera, you know."
A forehead popped at the edge of the camera, slowly. "Hello, Molly's viewers! Subscribe to my channel, Bitchin Through The Day for actual quality content. I have actual three thousand subscribers!"
"You talk about English all the time, why do you have so many subscribers?"
"People like hearing Wordsworth bitched about. Cause he's a little bitch."
The forehead retreated.
Molly rolled her eyes. "Right. Thanks, for watching! If you liked this video, please like it, and subscribe to my channel Miss Mouse to see more!"
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The Blind Banker uploaded five hours ago by Jon Hotson. 20:21
15:23 – 16:17
The sandy haired boy sat in front of the camera – he was wearing a striped jumper, and in the background, his friend with curly hair was lounging. The friend looked distinctly disgruntled. His room was painted white, while his bed was in the background, with a purple sheet. There were some posters of bands behind the headboard.
"In any case – Dimmock wasn't convinced that Sherlock was telling the truth about the drug smuggling teenagers operating in the school – and he decided to charm Molly Hooper into helping him analyse their little 'popular token which is just circulating among teenagers.'"
"My God, your audience must be tired of you. How can you reduce cold fact and logic into this sensationalist, exclamation point inducing, emoticon mess?"
"I have five thousand subscribers, Sherlock!"
"I can't fathom why."
"I can't fathom why you're always doing that to Molly."
"Doing what to Molly?" asked the boy with black hair, flicking his hair. He jumped from the sandy-haired boy's bed, pacing the room until he was seated in front of the camera.
"You know – that thing. Where you charm her. You told her that her hair looked nice today."
"It did. Very aesthetically pleasing," said Sherlock dismissively. "Is it any different from the way you managed to get into that girl Sarah's good books?"
"I – Sherlock – that's different! I'm interested in Sarah."
"Poor girl," commented Sherlock. "Look, John – Molly Hooper is a garden variety, insecure teenager. It's easy to take advantage of her and make her happy at the same time. I could not care less about her hair, except she did make an effort today so it was an easy target."
The camera went briefly out of focus.
"Christ, Sherlock, anyone would think you hate her."
The black haired boy's eyes flickered briefly to the camera as it started to come back to its senses.
"Can we get back to your ridiculous narrative?"
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cauldronbubble: god, fuck you, Sherlock Holmes.
His Name is Toby uploaded three hours ago by Miss Mouse. 3:22.
The brown haired girl was sitting in front of the camera, looking poised and cheerful and extremely excited. "Hello!" she said, bouncing on her chair a little. "Guess what?"
She bent down, and, out of nowhere, lifted a small brown cat with a large white patch covering its mouth. It was striped, and she was grinning.
"His name is Toby and I love him more than life itself."
"You know what they say, every girl ought to have a cat or a gay best friend," said the voice behind the camera.
"Meena, don't be rude," said Molly. "You're worse than Caroline! She made fun of Toby, but at least she brought a can of Tuna."
"Molly, I don't think Caroline is someone you ought to talk to very frequently," said Meena from behind the camera patiently.
"Look, if you're going to have a conversation with me, can you at least come in front of the camera?" asked Molly.
A girl emerged from behind the camera – she was about the brown girl's age, dark skinned, and black haired. She smiled.
"Hello Molly's ten subscribers!"
Molly rolled her eyes.
"In any case, Toby is adorable, and I love him."
"Molly, you're the only person I know who loves cutting up animals. I don't think you're very qualified for opinions on love. Especially over animals."
"I just like dissecting," countered the girl hotly. "I'd like to be a pathologist."
"And that's a normal thing to want," said the dark-skinned girl, rolling her eyes.
"Besides, I have plenty experience in love," said Molly.
"Ogling Sherlock from afar doesn't count."
"I don't ogle," said Molly irately. "Besides – you saw the new video by John. I don't like him. He's not very –" she paused. "Pleasant."
Meena looked at Molly. "You know, that's how I know you're actually pissed off. 'Not very pleasant.' Honestly, Molly, he's a downright twat."
"Can we focus? Toby!"
"No one cares, Molly. Besides, you've actually never had any experience apart from that one time you had a crush on Cresswell. God, you have a type."
"I do?" asked Molly.
"Of course you do. Social pariahs who are horrible, but very smart."
The brown haired girl glared at the dark haired one.
"Anyway, subscribe to her channel, Miss Mouse for more content like this or to mine which is Bitchin Through The Day for angry rants on The Godfather as a concept," said Meena with a smile and a thumbs up.
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Questions and Answers Livestream currently in progress by Bitchin Through The Day.
"Oh, god, no, I haven't read Sterne – please don't expect me to. I know I'm ahead of my college reading, but Christ – that man wrote nine volumes of destruction of literary traditions. And while it would be fun if I actually understood what was going on – I don't. To read Sterne means to know what specific eighteenth-century meme he's referencing – and he's referencing all of them."
The girl squinted at her screen.
"HermioneGrangerWasHere is asking me what is up with Molly and that Sherlock bloke. You know, I should teach Molly how to do livestreams herself. Well, you see – Molly likes him, but she also hates him. I don't quite know – she's very weird, and all I can say is she never liked anyone normal. And yes, she did manage to get her hands on a pigeon to dissect, Cauldronbubble. Nice Shakespeare reference, by the way, I've been meaning to tell you. I think I had someone called The Milk of Human Kindness once, and that is a very niche Shakespeare reference, can I just say."
She read from the comments: "But what's the deal with Sherlock asks HermioneGrangerWasHere – you know, I genuinely think he likes her. Molly's oblivious, she never listens to me, so this isn't exactly news. He's very good at pretending he doesn't like her, too."
The Chemical Defect uploaded two hours ago by Jon Hotson. 5:51
2:35 – 3:10
The sandy-haired boy was in the middle of some sort of an argument. "Sherlock you can't be interested in no one," he said.
"Yes, I am," said the black haired boy. "Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side."
The sandy haired boy rolled his eyes. "God, I should know. Molly stopped watching my videos because of this."
"Did she?" asked the black haired boy in a bored voice.
"Mary said she saw the last video in which you said that stuff about her – in retrospect, I should have edited it out. Anyway, she said she's not going to watch."
For a second, the black haired boy twitched. "How fascinating," he said finally, with a dose of sarcasm.
Meeting New People uploaded four hours ago by Miss Mouse. 6:22
"Hey, everyone! I'm posting and editing without Meena for the first time. This should be fun," said the brown haired girl. "Yes, I saw all the comments. Thank you, cauldron bubble, I wish I knew who you were in real life. You seem very sweet. You really dislike Sherlock."
She paused. "Anyway. So. Guess what? I met someone."
She grinned, and her face bloomed.
"His name's Jim, and he loves cats!"
The video continued for six minutes.
New People Suck uploaded an hour ago by Miss Mouse. 4:50
"Hey everyone," said the brown haired girl to the camera. Her eyes were a little red. The black haired girl was sitting beside her, with her arm around Molly's.
"Well – um – Jim – he's not – sort of – well, interested."
"Molly are you sure you should do this online?" asked Meena, her brow creasing.
"Oh, yes," said Molly. "No one is watching these, anyway."
Meena raised her eyebrows. "You got thirty comments on the last one."
Molly rolled her eyes. "That's because something actually happened in my life. No one is actually watching. In any case, yeah. How was I to know that he was behind the drug dealing kids? Thank god he left the school…"
"You know what they say, Molly. You can never trust a boy who likes Glee."
"Toby liked him!" said Molly defensively.
"Besides, Sherlock was very cruel to you when you introduced them, and Sherlock was the one who discovered what was going on. I'm sure that was his reason."
"No, no, no, no, no!" said Molly vehemently. "Sherlock Holmes was doing that just to be cruel. He's a cruel, horrible, meanie, and I don't like him."
The dark haired girl smiled with some amusement. "Why don't you write a strongly worded letter?"
"Shut up Meena. Sherlock Holmes is a jerk."
cauldronbubble: woooooo! Go molly!
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New Lab Partners uploaded three hours ago by Miss Mouse. 10:40.
The brown haired girl drummed her fingers on her desk.
"I'm not even sure what to tell you," she said finally. "First of all – Meena's back! Thank you, everyone who commented on my last video – it's so nice to find other people interested in bruising after death. And no, I didn't bruise someone who was dead for anyone who just – um, you know – joined us. I was talking about something I studied."
"Molly – everyone's waiting for you to tell them your new lab partner."
Molly rolled her eyes.
"Guess who it is," she said.
"Well, you haven't told me either, so that can be hard," said the voice behind the camera.
Molly opened her mouth, shutting it again.
"Mr Brown assigned Sherlock and me together."
The black haired girl with dark skin emerged from behind the camera, sitting down on Molly's bed.
"What?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Why?" asked Meena.
"Something about keeping him in control and something, something, something, Meena, I don't know."
"Well, what else did he say?"
"Oh, practically nothing, apart from insulting my appearance, reprimanding my experiments, telling me to be more ambitious, and, frankly, insultingly deducing my –"
"Not Sherlock, you idiot," said Meena impatiently. "Mr Brown."
"Oh," said Molly. "Something about how I was the only person who was at his level in Chemistry."
"… Well," said Meena. "Isn't that technically true?"
Molly paused. She opened her mouth, lifted her finger, and then put her hand down again. She shut her mouth, and the video cut to her lying face down on the bed as Meena came front and centre.
"Molly is experiencing a temporary mental seizure since she does not seem to have a reasonable response to that. She is actually that smart –"
"No I'm not," came the muffled voice from the bed.
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Sherlock Can Go STUFF Himself uploaded an hour ago by Miss Mouse. 5:41
2:21 – 3:55
"Anyway, he ordered me to take care of the cultures! I don't know who he thinks he is – so I just told him off for the first time. Well – when I say 'told off' I mean He definitely looked surprised, and I was annoyed. We haven't even thought about our final projects, and we can't do that if Sherlock is constantly going to think about his own experiments."
She took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry for this ranty video – I just couldn't help myself."
I was actually, non clickbait-ily, poisoned by Sherlock uploaded an hour ago by Miss Mouse. 6:34.
The brown haired girl was wearing a cherry jumper and a smile.
"Hey, everyone. Here for the title - right? Make a Youtuber meme out of me, I dare you. Because I was – well, um - actually poisoned. Apparently, it was an 'experiment' – erm, and Mr Sherlock Holmes wanted to know whether a female body would require the same amount of dosage that a male one does."
She smiled suddenly.
"But – I got him."
Her hand twitched in her lap, and she began. "He tried to sneak it to me – and I won't bore you with the chemical combination, but yeah – it was sort of a hallucinogen. Apparently, John will be uploading a video on that as well – well – um, he was also experimented on. So anyway – well, I realised what it was – because I'd been observing him – um, anyway I was just minding my own business, when I was sure my water bottle was tampered with. I'd – well, I'd asked him to pass it to me, since my bag was close him. So I – well, I asked to be excused – and, um, I switched the water in the women's washrooms."
Her smile was toothy and bright.
"It was such a scary thing," she said in a hushed voice. "I was terrified. Meena was so proud of me."
She plucked some bobbles of her jumper as she looked down. "Anyway – he was very angry – we had a row. And I didn't even know what to say – but he was going on and on, so I just asked him if he wasn't doing the same to me. His – oh, lord – his argument was that he knew what he was doing."
She leaned closer to the camera.
"So I told him I'd make the poison myself next time."
Five Minutes of John Watson Just Laughinguploaded twenty minutes ago by Jon Hotson. 8:44
The sandy-haired boy was laughing from the get go. The black haired boy was pacing, and the sandy-haired boy just continued laughing.
"Shut up, John!" said the black haired boy finally.
"Sweet, sweet revenge, am I right, Sherly?" asked John.
"For God's sake!" he collapsed on John's bed.
"You know she got the better of you?"
"She's going to pay," said Sherlock. "She's a small, irritating, annoying person, and if she thinks she will get away with this – she's wrong."
"It's not like anything escapes you, right?" said John. "Not even little Molly Hooper switching the water of your bottle. I can't believe you underestimated her so much!"
"I didn't – I was just not paying attention then," said Sherlock. "She got the better of me because of that. I assure you, it won't happen again." He paused, looking at the camera. "I wish you wouldn't upload everything I say, she won't be caught by surprise."
"Oh, Molly doesn't watch me, and I don't watch her," said John quickly. "We have an agreement. She doesn't want to hear you rant about her, and I don't want to hear her rant about you."
"Convenient," said Sherlock.
Yes, Molly and Sherlock are Weird livestream by Jon Hotson currently in progress.
"No, they've been in this weird sort of – face off, you know. Sherlock swears she's more infuriating than Irene Adler, but that's just because Molly wins very unconventionally by Sherlock's standards," said the sandy-haired boy. "She just takes the game he plays and flips it over – you know, Sherlock was throwing his normal temper tantrums – and instead of arguing back or sparring with his logic – he was going on and on about Mr. Brown's affair, by the way – so Molly says, 'Sherlock, I couldn't care less about Mr. Brown's love life' – or something to that extent. So anyway, Sherlock's about to say something, when Molly says, 'Sherlock, if you don't shut up, I swear to God, I will drop my lemonade all over your uniform. And I know you haven't dry cleaned your old one after it got destroyed by that experiment.'"
John paused, reading his screen. "JustALittle says Molly sounds like a badass," he laughed. "Yes she is – in her own way. You should check her channel, Miss Mouse. She uploads less regularly, though."
Molly Alert uploaded ten minutes ago by Jon Hotson. 2:35.
"Hey, everyone! I have Molly here with me – since I didn't have any ideas for a new video, and she and I religiously ignore each other's channels – we decided she could come on here for a conversation on school and Sherlock. She is my friend, after all."
"Hi, John's viewers! Hi Mary!" said the brown haired girl enthusiastically.
John blanched. "Mary?"
"Oh, yeah, she watches. She finds you very funny."
"Ahem – um, Molly?" asked John cautiously.
"What?" asked Molly nervously.
"Mary thinks I am funny?"
"Yeah," said Molly. "You should –"
"What is she doing here?" came a voice from behind them both.
The black haired boy looked very cross as he stood at John's doorway.
"She's here for a video, Sherlock," said John in a tired voice.
"He's my friend too," Molly added.
"Go away, Molly."
She frowned. "Why?"
He gave an exasperated sigh.
"Well if that's the whole of your argument, I don't think I am leaving," said Molly in a small, determined voice.
I don't have opinions about EVERY writer livestream by Bitchin Through The Day currently in progress.
"No, no, I haven't read Tennessee Williams yet," the black haired girl was saying. "If I do, I have a feeling I'll have to read all of him at once. He's got too much biography in his work, that man. It's a little worrying, I'll be honest. Let's see – what else? I don't have an opinion on Darwin, maybe I should ask Molly to come on my channel and do a video on Darwin with her. Oh – Bumblebee2020 is asking whether or not Molly and Sherlock are still fighting. Yes, yes they are. They're just always verbally sparring in class, from what I hear. Everyone is sick of them, apart from the teacher, who finds it educational that they can bring up so many good points when they fight. Yes, Mr. Brown was always a nutter."
After two weeks of fighting, finally, a project uploaded five hours ago by Miss Mouse. 4:55
"Hey everyone," said the brown haired girl nervously. "I like how many of you are – erm, well – imagining all the fighting between Sherlock and myself. Some of it is almost fanfiction, I must say. But I have good developments – if you can call them that – Sherlock and I have finally figured out our project!"
She grinned at the camera expectantly. "Yes, after a few hours of him deriding every idea I had, we finally stumbled on something we both liked. Sherlock even added his own input, which was a surprising turn of events."
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Experimenting in the Lab! uploaded seven hours ago by Miss Mouse. 15:21.
The camera focussed in on a standard school lab. The table in focus was occupied with test tubes, the back haired boy and the brown haired girl.
"Why are you recording?" asked the black haired boy, irritated.
"I figured it cuts my job for the next video," said Molly with a blush.
"I will never understand you and John. It's absolutely ridiculous."
"What about your website?" demanded Molly. "The Science of Deduction.'"
"Everyone cares about Tobacco Ash, Molly," said Sherlock.
"Alright, Sherlock," said Molly consolingly. He glared at her.
"So here we are – um, in the lab," said Molly to the camera.
"Talking to no one," said Sherlock, looking at a test tube in the light.
"We're about to perform an – erm – experiment on a dead rat – I hope no one is bothered – um – which was acquired and dissected by me," she continued, undaunted. "I'm sure the rat doesn't mind being donated to science. After all, from what I remember – he – was ratted out by the living community of rats."
She laughed to herself.
"That was truly awful," Sherlock said dully.
Molly giggled. "And here we are in the dead centre of the school –"
"Molly. Stop."
LizzieOnTop74: i'm like, 80% sure she's the top and he's the bottom.
suckIT25: are you new? They hate each other.
Will Upload Soon uploaded three hours ago by Miss Mouse. 0:30.
"Um – well," began the brown haired girl. She paused.
"I – well – it's – not it's not – well, you see – I – he – um," she stopped.
"Okay this was a stupid idea," she finished. The camera went out of focus. "I'm a mess, I'll upload something soon, I promise."
I'm Back! uploaded two hours ago by Miss Mouse. 2:20.
"Hey everyone – quick update on life, since I've been – well, erm – really busy, you know? And I uploaded what was just – um, not even sure what it was. In any case – right, so, what was I saying? Yes! Meena and I went shopping for books, recently, so I have a small haul for you!"
The brown haired girl's phone buzzed. "Hang on –" she said. She pulled the phone out of her jeans.
"Hi," she said. "What?"
She heard intently.
"No, no – of course not. Tell John not to, could be dangerous. Um – bring the samples to the lab, I think some acids ought to work. Now? Um – can't it – no, I don't suppose – oh, fine. I'm coming."
She snapped her phone. Her eyes flicked to the camera. "I am going to come back and film this."
The video cut, and when she returned, the lights were out and the natural light of the sun was missing.
"That," she panted. "Took – longer – than – I – thought." She took deep breaths, had a glass of water. "Give – me – a minute."
The Speckled Blonde uploaded three hours ago by Jon Hotson. 22:15.
8:31 – 8:50
"In any case, for once, Sherlock was nice to Molly," said the sandy haired boy.
Sherlock sighed, continuing to toss a ball into the air. "For once, can you see the logic of her argument? She's smart enough to realise things which are right under your nose, John!"
John looked at the camera distinctly, and blinked.
cauldronbubble: okay, honestly, what is going on?
Off For a Couple of Days! uploaded five hours ago by Miss Mouse. 3:30
"Hey everyone!" said the brown haired girl. "I'm just going to do one last video on the last term of school – since Christmas is approaching, and Sherlock and I are going to be busy working in the lab for – erm, sometime. Our final project is due, you know? So anyway, when I come back, it'll be with my first livestream!"
She grinned. "I know we're just a tiny community here, but I love you all! So – um, yes – anyway – I was going to finally just talk a little about Christmas. So my dad and I –"
The video continued for three minutes.
Another Temper Tantrum uploaded five hours ago by Jon Hotson. 4:51.
3:15 – 3:45
"Oh my God, Sherlock, if you want food, get it yourself," said the sandy-haired boy.
The black haired boy glared. "I never have to beg Molly for food. She just gives me her bloody sandwiches."
"For heaven's sake, stop eating her sandwiches!" said John angrily. "All you do is take advantage of her."
"Hardly," scoffed Sherlock. "She and I have a system. She brings extra sandwiches."
Will Be Back Soon, Promise! uploaded two hours ago by Miss Mouse. 0:40.
The brown haired girl looked flushed, red in the face. She looked at the camera, then at her nails, then back at the camera.
"Um," she said.
The crickets chirped.
"I promise I'll be back soon, I'm just really busy –" she said. "We're almost finished with the project!" at this, she blushed.
"I'm – not – sure what just happened," she said finally. "I – well – he -"
Her lips looked very red.
Darwin With Molly uploaded by Bitchin Through The Day. 10:40
"Hey everyone, Meena here," said the black haired girl to the camera. "I have Miss Mouse with me, who is going to be sitting with me as we rant about Darwin."
The brown haired girl looked distracted. She fiddled with her jumper.
"Molly!" prodded the black haired one. "Say hi."
"Oh, sorry," said Molly. "Hi everyone! I'm not uploading myself – um – except for that weird bit – sorry about that. Um – what were we talking about?"
"Darwin," frowned Meena. "Are you okay – you're –"
"What?" asked Molly. "Hot? Cold? Your thermostat is weird, Meena."
"We live in England, Molly," said Meena patiently.
"Right," said Molly. "Darwin, right? Pioneer, if I do say so myself."
"From a biological perspective?" asked Meena, sounding slightly suspicious.
"Of course!" said Molly. "The idea was so simple, you could almost think it was stupid. But it was brilliant, let me tell you – because everytime we adapt, we take up things which we can use, and then eliminate stupid stuff – brilliant, right?"
"Molly, you sound a little manic. Is everything okay?" asked Meena, concerned.
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" asked Molly, breathing hard.
"How did your project with Sherlock go?"
"Project? Which one? The chemistry one? Brilliantly, why'd you ask?"
"I thought submissions hadn't happened," said Meena.
"Oh – right," said Molly. "Um – I worked with him late yesterday, that's about it."
"Molly –"
"Meena – really sorry, I just remembered I have piano classes."
The brown haired girl dashed out the room.
Meena looked at the camera. "Okay, I haven't been watching her videos lately, I'll be honest. What's going on? Tell me in the comments – meanwhile, I'll finish this off without her, I guess."
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"Oh, no, I don't kill animals myself – I just find dead ones. Sometimes, I go down to the pet shop, pick up whatever small animals that didn't make it. I once got a guinea pig, that was fun," the brown haired girl smiled at the camera.
"Right, cauldronbubble is asking me what happened during my weird upload. No, nothing much – just got weirded out a bit – was working late, you know. I'm sure it was nothing. Hang on – my mum is calling me."
An incoherent yell is heard.
Molly tried straining her ear a little. "Well – I'm sure if it's important, she'll come up. I can't just abandon a livestream."
There are steps heard. The door opens, and the black haired boy with curls is standing.
"Oh – Sherlock," said Molly. She stood up immediately, her back is to the camera. Sherlock was visible almost entirely from the corner of the camera.
"Molly," he said. "I've got to speak to you."
"Sherlock, this isn't –"
"I've never considered romantic attraction very essential, and, during that evening when we were doing our experiment together – I could say that it was instinctual, almost stupidly so. I've tried to blame the reaction I had on variables – such as your shampoo, your clothes, even the exact seventeen freckles on your face, but, unfortunately, I haven't been able to come up with a reasonable explanation –"
"Sherlock, um – not n-"
"That leaves me with the only logical explanation: I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you – and upon further consideration, I think I wouldn't mind doing it more."
"I – Sherlock – look – um –"
Before Molly could say anything, the black haired boy advanced forward. His hand ran almost nervously in his hair, and their torsos alone were visible to the camera as they swayed together in what was, unmistakably, a kiss.
There was a silence when they stopped.
"You ought to say something," said Sherlock.
"The camera was on," said Molly, her voice very high pitched.
"You can edit it out, right?" he asked.
"Sherlock – I've been trying to tell you – It's a livestream," said Molly, her voice nearly breaking windows with how sharp it was.
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