A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic, and I hope that you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did when I wrote. Please review it; any kinds of comments are welcome! The story is told from 13-year-old John's point of view. Oh, I'm not from here, I'm from Brazil, so please, be patient with my English! The cover was borrowed from the amazing cannorachan :D So… I think it's all! XOXO, Isa
Chapter 1
I've known Sherlock for 8 years. It's his 11th birthday now, and I'm the only one who showed up.
The party is pretty lame, to be honest. There are just a few balloons and a small white cake with ten blue candles. Mrs. Holmes doesn't seem to care about the missing candle. I think she doesn't even know that her son is turning eleven.
Sherlock is extremely uncomfortable with the party (if you can call that a party). He's sitting behind the cake, with a grumpy face and a big yellow bow tie. He looks like an angry kitten. He looks adorable. Mycroft is siting by his right, annoyed. I mean, he's a teenager, he's always annoyed. I see no papa Holmes - only a tired-looking Mrs. Holmes and her two little boys.
Sherlock played Happy Birthday on his violin, while we sang the melody. It's the only moment that he seems to calm a little. We ate some cake; and by us I mean me. It was time for Sherlock to open the presents, so he took the big blue box with a purple bow that I gave to him. He unwrapped it quickly and revealed a big magnificent glass. He smirked, and I blushed a little. I know him so well.
Mrs. Holmes dragged Mycroft to a corner, and they soon reappeared with a brand-new expensive microscope. Sherlock finally opened a small grin on his face, and thanked both of them.
The boys' mother sent us to the backyard to play, but since Mycroft went to his room, I'm alone with Sherlock. He is looking shy and grumpy and I feel like he needs to take something out from his chest.
"Why did you even bother to come?" Sherlock asked me, the Sun striking his pale face. "You invited me. And I'm you friend." My last sentence made him feel uncomfortable. "My friend? I don't have any friends." He's looking at me with sad big puppy eyes "And I didn't invite you, my mom who did." "I don't care. You are my friend, I care for you Sherlock. I really like you." "Stop it! It's just a bunch of lies!" He suddenly bursted out "My life is a lie! Daddy is clearly having an affair with his secretary, I can guess by his scent, and mom doesn't seem to care at all!" I feel that he's going to burst into tears in any second. "Ssh, that's ok Sherly. I'm here, I'm your friend, there's no need to worry..." His sad expression is gone, and an extremely angry one appeared instead. His face is blood-red and if this was a cartoon there would be steam coming out of his head. "Get out of here." He said so quickly and so lowly that I almost didn't hear. "I'm sorry?" "Oh, you heard me perfectly well the first time, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" "Sherlock I'm just trying to help y-" "I don't need your help." He suddenly is calm. What's wrong with this boy?