Hello everyone! Sophia here! So this is my new chapter story, much more lighthearted than When the East Wind Passes (Which you should totally check out as well). I got my inspiration from Raine-Lily-Vandal, my best friend of all time, who mentioned writing a Johnlock story in a journal. These chapters will be of varying length and follow some semblance of a plot...so, please enjoy! Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: Those words down there? They're mine, yeah that's about it. *sigh*
Chapter One
In Which Sherlock Doesn't Understand Journals
Tuesday, March 18th, 2014. Approximately 1:58 am.
I have been back for about two months now and John has… insisted that I write in this journal. I don't exactly know what he expects to come of this or what he expects of me, but I concluded that it would be best to at least appease him. After all I did fake my death for two years. Apparently it is "the least I can do" John's words, not mine.
I am coming to realize that I am not necessarily the writing type. I haven't written much since school and that was many many years ago. Texting is more my thing, short and gets the point across without the need this incessant and pointless rambling.
John won't even let me type this up! He went out and bought me a special notebook with a leather cover and silk bookmark. Rather tacky if you ask me.
John is in bed now so I thought I might try it. Just as I suspected, pointless.
March 18th, 2014
It's taken a while, but I finally did it, I finally forgave Sherlock. I posted it on my blog, like usual.
But even through the anger I could see that something was wrong.
Sherlock was broken. He was acting strangely, even for him, dare I say it, a bit more… human.
This might sound like a good thing, but I feel that for a man like Sherlock Holmes it can be dangerous….
Anyways, to help I suggest that he ran a blog, much as I do myself, when he insisted that he already had one, despite my arguments that the Science of Deduction does not count, I suggested a personal journal.
He, of course, gave me one of those blank looks of his and I went further to explain how it would help.
He didn't seem please but after a long moment of apparent deep thought he said something that shocked me.
"On one exception, you have to write one too. I won't be the only one making a fool of myself with this silly journal business."
With a sigh I agreed, and so here I am, writing to no one. Rather strange actually, I've been working on my blog for so long, it's hard to get used to this different kind of setting. I didn't even have to come up with a title. Oh well, I guess it will be nice to get a little more personal.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014. Approximately 2:04pm
I don't know what it is with John. I. AM. FINE. I don't know what it is with that man and these words, but they never seem to get through. Sometimes I wish I could cut open that head of his and see if anything is stuck inside. Though I am sure there are many people who not approve of that, specifically John himself.
It's been a week since my last entry and John's been saying things like "You're getting worse" and "You need to try Sherlock." I don't know what is more frustrating, the fact that John keeps pushing me into this Journal task, or the fact that I'm having trouble deducting what's going on inside his head.
John is at the store now, some reason I don't want him to see me writing. It shouldn't matter, but it does.
There are too many things that I don't understand.
What is happening to me?
Well would you look at that. You made it to the end! Thank you so much for reading, skimming or scrolling. Now, I have one more request and I would appreciate the tremendous effort it takes to do so, but you see that box down there? Yeah the one at the bottom of the page, just below the story, if you would be so kind and leave a comment in that box? I don't care what you write. Tell me i suck for all I care, that's your opinion and I would love to hear it! Well, that's all for now, thank you so much once more from the bottom of my heart, see you next time!