Chapter Two: American Idiot
Haiiiiiiiii! So if you came here after reading Once More, hai again! This is a Green Day song, and if you haven't seen my other fanfiction Once More, go see it! It's a Ib fanfiction... so yeah... and if you also haven't seen the latest chapter of Once More, there is a schedule I'm making for my famfictions.
Monday: Once More
Tuesday: Judging Books by its Covers
Thursday: Once More
Friday: Judging Books by its Covers
So yeah. Allons-Y!
Genevieve's POV~
Oh yeah. Did I mention I went to America for art school? A lot of freedom there... ha...but I kinda have a little American accent. So it's like a weird mixture of American and British.
We walk up to this small door that says 221 BS. How could I have missed it?! I passed by here like a thousand times! John opens the door for me and I see two rooms on the bottom floor and one at the top.
"Mrs. Hudson isn't here right now, so lets go to my flat. And remember, beware my flatmate."
"Johnny. I don't care. I can deal with arrogant people."
"Well.. oh whatever."
He opens the door to his flat. It's pretty nice. Is his flatmate here? Or not? Because it's awfully quiet here.
"Sherlock!"
"In the kitchen." Hm. He cooks?
I wander through the house and see the kitchen is NOT what I expected. It's not even a kitchen at all! It's like a lab station.
"Whatcha doin?" I ask as sit on the counter. What? His counter looked nice!
"Nothing. I wouldn't like someone who listens to dirty music prying into my business." OH WELL SOOOOORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THE MUSIC I LISTEN TO IS DIRTY!
"I don't like someone who drinks eyeball coffee." He looks down at the coffee he has been drinking and sees there is a eyeball in it.
"Hmph. American idiots" He mumbled. I giggled. That reminds me of a particular song from a particular band... when he saw me giggle, he made a confused face
"Let me guess tall detective. You really don't like the social life."
"What's going on here?"
"Your little friend here, John has been attacked." HE DID NOT. I was trying to hide that from John. Well let's thank little Sherlock here to find out my secret and tell John.
"W-What?" John rushes over to me
"Really Johnny. You wouldn't expect me to get into fights? I thought you were my brother!"
"She's yours?" Sherlock asked
"Yeah. She's my little sister." John said as he looks for any bruises
"Huh. She's a little too smart John."
"Shut up"
"John. I'm fine. I can take care of myself" I give Sherlock a look that if he said anything else about my bruises he will be digging his own grave.
So... I really hate Sherlock. I now get it when John meant by Sherlock being a nitwit.
I sit on a armchair waiting for Mrs. Hudson while Sherlock is still experimenting
"How was it in art school?"
"I did music for a little bit, but I found I really enjoy acting!" I gushed
"Really?"
"Yeah! Like we did a musical for these middle school students and they loved it!"
"What was the musical?"
"Hairspray. We got the drama and choir students to choose what musical we are doing, and they liked 'Hairspray' the most."
Someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get it." I said. John looked tired. I mean, he was in the military!
I opened the door hoping it was Mrs. Hudson. But it was a man with graying hair.
"Uh, is Sherlock in here?"
"Yush!"
"Yush?"
"It's a thing I say."
"She's just another girl." Sherlock said behind me.
"I'm not 'another girl'." I say sternly.
"Do you- Nevermind. Sherlock I need to speak to you." I let him in the flat and I leave. Why does this keep happening?! I've been different after I tried to break-up with my last boyfriend. It didn't go so well. But I don't want to think about it right now. I just need to cool down. And that means study people.
I seriously think I might make these characters not like the ones on the show, so yeah. But I don't start a story and leave it hanging! I need to continue with it and study how the characters act in the show, because I don't want to stray away from the show...
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