A/N:
S means Sherlock's Pov
J means John's
--S--
Okay, so he actually liked going to University. This was the first time in his life, when he felt like was taught something new. It was interesting and exciting. The other students were actually interested in school, and nobody seemed to give a fuck about him. No "freak" no "faggot" no "psycho". He was just a student, and nobody knew or cared about him. It was freaking amazing.
Well, it can't be all perfect, can it? That would totally ruin the pattern of life. What a bitch.
He was walking to his dorm. It was hard, all this socialisation. He never even went to summer camp or anything as a kid, he was the stay at home and listen to music type, but suddenly he was dragged out of there. He really wanted to go to this University. It had the best Chemistry education. On the ther hand? It was in the other side of the freaking country if not farther, and he had no choice but living in a dorm. His father said it was time to act like a man, and get some reputation. Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
As he walked up the boys building he saw other kids running around (at least in clothes this time), some other smoking weed around a window, he saw a kid kiss another, and a girl running past him, crying. What a mad world.
His room was on the 3rd floor.
When he got accepted, he asked for a private room. He was a rich kid; he was pretty sure he was going to get one, but guess what; he was not the richest. Some fat kid stole his freaking private room "reserved" for him. To hell with that.
So he ended up with a dorm mate, and he was the worst kind ever.
--J--
That stupid skinny boy entered the room without knocking again. He freaking told him to knock. Last time he even walked on him making out with a girl, and it was awkward as hell. Why did he had to end up with this rich annoying skinny-ass white boy? Even looking at him made him pissed. He probably had some money waved and they instantly accepted him in University.
But John? He had to work hard. Learning every night, while going to work part time in a fast food restaurant which he hated. Life is unfair.
-I told you to knock before you storm in.-he told him from his desk. He was learning for his next class. Human anatomy is so confusing. And that teacher always asked unfair questions, which made him confused, then look stupid. He was the only -not rich- in this -rich-ass- school, so looking like an idiot made him no good.
-Why would I knock? It's my own room. Would you knock at your own door before entering?- he replied as he jumped in his bed, opposite to John's.
-Smart-ass.-he replied and looked back at his book, trying to concentrate.
Sherlock grimanced, and put his headphones on.
--S--
-"Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?"
Sherlock opened up his laptop and hit his Facebook up. He hated this site. He wanted to delete it so badly, but he couldn't. Teachers put up a lot of documents and always wrote the news to the University's group. He had no chance but to stay.
He looked up his messages.
"Hey honey, how's Uni going?" his Mother wrote him.
"Good mom, I live with an asshole, but I lived with one before, so I will manage." he smiled at his message, then deleted it.
"Good, Mom. Uni is really cool." he pressed enter.
He rolled down. No new messages whatsoever.
--J--
John was trying to concentrate on his book, but he soon realised he couldn't. It was Mary's fault. He was stupid; he was in madly in love with her, but of course he loved her more than she loved him. She freaking broke up over a text-message. What a heartless-freak! Everyone is cancer in here; he only had one friend, Mike who was a fat stupid kid, but he was actually kind and pretty hard-working.
He closed his book. Enough learning for one day. He had to get ready for this party near the forest. Campfire, weed, girls.
John will show them how cool he is, and he's going to kiss a girl infront of Mary, because fuck her, and he's going to make some friends, and actually have some fun.
He stood up and went to take a cold shower.
--S--
So bored.
He's playing some platformer now. Why can't he take more classes, and spend less time in this stupid place?
--J--
After a fresh shower, he chose his best clothes from the wardrobe. A nice shirt and a suit. Every kid in this stupid school wears a suit.
He put a lot of gel into his hair, trying to make it look normal. He could even imagine himself as a rich kid. He smiled. What a joke.
He used his desodore and was ready to go. He almost emptied the whole bottle. If his about to get some girl, he's going to smell like a Sex-God. He even sprayed some down -there-, just in case.
--S--
-Jesus.- Sherlock stood up coughing.- Can you please not drown me in your wanna be manliness?- he opened the window and took a deep breath.
-Shut up. It's not wanna be.- John took a final stare at a mirror an turned to Sherlock.
-You probably wanna go out somewhere though. Pretty sure I'm coming home with a company.- he smiled.
-You're so gross, you know that? Smelling like that they will die like flies.
-Watch me.- John said with a confident smile and headed out of the door.
-Idiot.-Sherlock said and shut the door after him.
A/N: Song: Arctic Monkeys - Old Yellow
