"How about this one?" John asked turning the laptop screen towards the silent man.
"Mmmmmmm,no," Sherlock said returning his glare to the ceiling.
"Really? I have spent two hours looking at places and none of them have even caught your attention!?" John said exhausted and irritated.
"They're all boring," Sherlock replied looking at the fussing blonde.
Grinding his teeth, John continued scrolling along.
"How about this? It's a nice coop in Greenwich village. The price is pretty reasonable too," John asked, sounding pleased with himself.
"No," Sherlock quickly replied.
"Why the hell not!?" John asked voice rising.
"Greenwich Village is in New one place I wish to never go back to"
Sherlock stood wrapping his robe around him tighter.
John glared at the detective. Trying to keep his temper.
"Alright, I see I can't choose a house that is right for the both of us. So I'm going to go get a few groceries while you look for houses you like, and when I come back We'll choose from those,"
John jumped up from the couch and all but threw his laptop at the detective. Grabbing his phone he stormed out of their flat.
Watching the door slam shut, Sherlock
Glanced down to the laptop in his lap.
"Boring," Sherlock said picking it up and taking it over to the kitchen table.
Sliding off a few experiments, he made room for the device. Grabbing the teapot gave them for Christmas,he poured water into it and set it on the stove to boil.
Searching the fridge he found nothing but petri dishes and a few almost empty jars of jam.
Sighing he sat down at the table and opened the laptop.
"Alright, let's see what I can find," Sherlock mumbled while typing.
Trailer? God no.
Condos? No.
Apartments? Possibly.
Houses? John might like that.
Houses. Let's look at houses.
Clicking a hundreds of pictures popped up.
Let's narrow it down.
Location:
U.S.
'New York? No.
Florida? Too hot and humid.
Texas? I don't think John wants to learn a second language
Michigan? Too cold.
California? ...'
'California, that seems... Interesting.'
Narrowing the options he searched through the endless advertisements.
'Boring.
Dull.
No.
No.
God no.
Extremely boring.
No.'
Getting tired he rested back on the chair. Rubbing his forehead he hunched over the laptop again and scrolled through the pages.
Seeming like forever his eye caught a glimpse of a beauty.
Clicking on the Ad. He grinned to himself.
This, this is the one.
The kettle whistled loudly and Sherlock went over and poured himself a cup of tea. Looking at the time he poured john a cup too.
'He should be here...now,'
"Sherlock, I'm home," John said walking into the kitchen with multiple bags on both arms.
"Oh, I see you actually tried to look for some places," John said opening the fridge and putting away some groceries.
"I found one," Sherlock said walking over to the couch and sitting down.
"Really?" John stopped and stared at him.
"Yes, it's a bit costly but nothing too outrageous for us," the dark haired man replied taking a sip of his tea.
"Can I see?" John asked walking over to the couch, taking a seat by the younger man.
Opening the laptop Sherlock handed it over to John.
It was an old Victorian house.
Three-story,6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, 10,440 square feet, about 1 acre of land, located by Los Angeles.
Los Angeles,
"California?" John asked staring at the screen.
"Hmm, yes. Is there a problem?" Sherlock asked.
"Doesn't that seem a bit too far?" John asked.
"If you're not ready to mo-
"N-no I was just asking," John interrupted.
"Good," Sherlock replied.
"I wrote down the number to check out the house," he said handing a piece of paper with a name on it to John.
Grabbing the paper he watched Sherlock migrate to the window with his violin.
John checked the time.
Almost 11 pm.
So it's about 3 pm over there?
Dialing the number he waited.
...
"Hello?" A woman's voice asked.
"Ah, yes. I was calling about a house advertisement,"
"I'm guessing it's for the classic old Victorian one?" The woman asked,her voice becoming uneasy.
Brushing it off John replied.
"Yes, that's the one,"
She was silent.
"Well then, I'm Marcy, the agent who will be showing you the lovely house and if I'm lucky give you a great offer for it,"
"Hello Marcy, I'm John Watson and I would be more than happy to discuss
about the offers," John fumbled around with some papers doodling as they talked.
"The next open house I have is on the 12th of September," Marcy said her typing audible through the phone.
Glancing over at the calendar, John bit his lip.
It was August 7th.
He glanced over at Sherlock.
This was the only house Sherlock and him could agree on. Who knows who else would make a deal before them.
"Sir? Are you there?" Marcy asked.
"Y-yes! I'm still here and September the 12th?" He asked
"Yes, that's correct," she answered.
"We'll be there," John said.
"Wonderful! Till then," She chirped.
"Till then," John hanged up.
Sherlock is not going to be happy.
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Hey! Haven't been here in a loooooooooong time!
welp over the years I have become apart of different fandoms and right now I'm loving Sherlock and American Horror Story. and doctor who and many others :3
but enjoy and critique is always welcomed!
Xoxo