THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 15 FOLLOWERS (you are amazing)! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME FEEL! Anyway… Chapter 2 guys :D I'm going to slow everything down now… Everything (I'm not giving you any clues) will now be going slower. I am sorry in advance for Sherlock's half of this chapter, I sort of wrote it when I was half asleep :/
DISCLAMER: I don't own Sherlock :(
-OwlSky15678
He's growing on me- Teen!Lock
Chapter 2
John-
I got home from school on my first day and went straight up to my room. I flopped down onto my double bed and closed my eyes. So much had happened today and I couldn't take it all in at once. I tried to clear my mind and focus on the important things, so far it wasn't working. The first thing I had decided to do was get over Sherlock. I had no hope in him, sadly. I took out my phone and plugged in my headphones. Listening to my music helps clear my mind from everything that is whirling around. I wanted to forget about Sherlock at this moment; act like I had never met him but it was hard. I knew I would be going into school tomorrow and see that dam beautiful face. I was trying to think of solutions to get over him. I sat up and went to my desk and sat at it, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen I wrote down anything I could think of to get over Sherlock. Half an hour passed and my paper looked like this:
How to get over Sherlock:
- Move school
- Go out with someone else
- Talk to Harry (can't see this on happening though)
- Try and turn straight
- Ignore him and act like I don't know him, maybe he will go away and I won't have to talk to him again
Note to self: Don't hurt Sherlock though.
I looked down at my list and crossed off the top one, my mum won't move house again, I scanned down the list again but crossed out the bottom one because I know that will hurt Sherlock and I really didn't want to do that. My hand paused over crossing out 'Talk to Harry' but I left it there just in case. I knew my new formed list would hurt me like hell but I knew I had to get over Sherlock. My thoughts were interrupted by my mum shouting up for me to come downstairs. I let out a groan and left my room and wandered down the stairs slowly. I went into the kitchen and saw my mum sitting there with a cup of coffee, I could smell it in the air.
"Hi mum" I said as I sat in front of her.
She looked up from her cup and looked over to me, "How was your day?" she asked.
"Alright thank you. This one is better than the last" I said with a smile.
"Ah," she sighed, "That's good to hear"
"So, what did you want?" I asked.
Carole, my mum, looked into my blue eyes and said, "This might be good news for you but we are here to stay"
"Do you mean that?" I asked, not daring to believe her.
She smiled, "Yes dear. We won't be moving again. I really don't want to spend another two years in Scotland. The vets is staying where it is now, we decided it as a team"
I felt my face crack into a massive grin, "That's great mum. Can I go back upstairs now?"
Carole nodded and I left the kitchen and ran back up to my room and sat back down in front of my list and sighed. 'What am I gonna do?' I thought. I picked up my pen again and doodled on the edge of the piece of paper. I drew a little TARDIS and looked at it for a moment, wishing that the Doctor could take me away to another planet and clear my buzzing head. I yawned and put my pen down. I had decided on his plan and I was hoping it would work.
"I am going to" I sighed out loud, I knew it was going to hurt but I have to do this, "I am going to force myself to like girls. That's my final solution and it should work" I leant back in his chair and I immediately wanted to cry.
'I hate myself for doing this.' I thought, 'I hate girls but I need to change. I have to. Dad hates me for being gay so I have to change. If I want to stay friends with Sherlock then I must do this. Why? Why is this the only solution? I can't get my feelings to take over me. It's always best to get rid of it sooner than later and that's what I am doing. I guess it's time to start looking at girls…'
I felt a tear slip down my now pale face, I couldn't believe I was going to do this. I got off my chair and flopped back down on my bed, I removed my headphones and closed my aching eyes. Soon later I fell into a dreamless sleep until I was called down for dinner.
Sherlock-
I cycled the short way home going slowly as possible, I really didn't want to go home. Even though school was annoying I would much prefer to be there than at home. I turned into an alley way and cycled down the thin, dark path. I let out a sigh but carried on cycling home, I wish I was brave enough not to. I've ran away before but I always get caught. I've always thought a home was a place where you feel safe and happy but that's really not the definition at all. I hate it at my own home. I get all the trash at school then I come home and get it twice as bad. Mother likes me, I guess, she just isn't brave enough to stand up to father. Mycroft is an idiot, which is the nicest way to put it, father likes him for some reason. I carry on cycling to the place that I am forced to call home just praying to God that father has had a good day at work. As I turn out of the alley way a spot a group of people from school and they (like everyone else) hate my guts. I speed up hoping they won't notice me but sadly they do.
"Oi freak!" one of them calls.
I ignore them and carry on cycling, gain speed by every turn of my pedals. I turn onto the road and look straight ahead.
"Listen to me freak! It's bad to ignore people" the same voice calls out to me.
I shiver runs through my whole body as the same person steps into the road in front of me. If I don't stop now I am going to run straight into them. I press down on my brake hard and only just stop in time. I put my foot out to balance myself and I looked up to come face to face with Sally Dolohvan, great.
"I've got things to do" I said to her.
Sally looked into my eyes, her eyes were full of hatred, "Don't care weirdo"
I leant back a bit on my bike and sighed, "What do you want?"
"Just to make your life a living hell" She said causally.
I smirked, "You make it sound like you say that every day. Can I go home now?"
Sally glared at me, "I'm not done with you yet. Get off your bike"
"No" I replied.
"Do I have to force you off?" Sally threatened him.
I shook my head and jumped off my bike and I let it fall into the road. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Suddenly a boy, who I could only guess was in the year above me, grabbed my arms behind my back and held them in place.
"You finish him off" Sally said and wandered off down the street leaving me to face the older boy alone.
But I suddenly realised that the older boy wasn't alone. Two more boys came and stood in front of him. My face was covered in terror, I was used to this but it still scared me.
"Keep him still" one of the boys in front of me growled in a fairly deep voice which sounded un natural.
The boys grip tightened on my arms and my shoulders started to hurt. The two other boys punched and kicked my thin body and I held the screams in, I only knew they would do it more if I did. They boy behind me let go off me and let me fall to the floor. I landed funny on my ankle and the three boys cleared off laughing, leaving me in the deserted road. I made sure they were out of sight before I got up. My whole body was shaking and I could feel the bruises forming over my body. My ankle stung but I carried on anyway. I picked up my bike and mounted it. I put my feet gingerly onto the pedals, hoping that they wouldn't give in on me and I started to cycle home. I was praying even more that father had had a good day at work. As I cycled I felt my left eye start to close and a bruise form around it. When I got onto the drive to my so called home my eye had fully closed and it stung worse than my ankle and shoulders did. I parked my bike up and entered Holmes Manor, the place where I was forced to live. The housekeeper was the first to talk to me, she was a kind lady and always looked after me along with Cook.
"What happened there?" Miss. Davis, the housekeeper, pointed to my swollen and bruise left eye, "That's a nasty bruise Master Sherlock"
"Just some kids on the way back from school ma'am" I replied, smiling at her.
"I'll get you some ice. Do you want to come into the kitchen?" she asked me.
"Yes please" I said and followed her into the kitchen.
"Master Sherlock" Cook said to me giving me a nod.
I nodded back to her and sat down on a chair while Miss. Davis (who I have to call ma'am) got me some ice and I put it over my swollen eye.
"Dinner will be at six thirty" Cook told me with a friendly smile on her plump face.
"Okay" I said and I jumped off the chair, thanked Miss. Davis for the ice and ran out of the kitchen, up the main stairs and into my room. I sighed and sat down on my bed, I had an hour and a half until dinner and I really didn't know what to do. I heard Mycroft walk towards my door and knock on it. I opened it with a sour face, "What?" I snapped.
"What happened to your eye Sherlock?" Mycroft asked me.
I rolled my right eye (seems it was impossible for my left to do that), "Just some kids on the way back from school"
"You have to start standing up to them" Mycroft said to me. I suppose he was trying to act like he cared but I knew he didn't.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to talk to" I shouted and slammed the door in his face. I heard him walk away and I sighed again, I hated life. Why do I even exist? I question my existence a lot, on a daily basis. I hate everything about life. Life is boring, nothing ever happens to me. Well, stuff happens to me but it isn't anything good. Father hates me, Mycroft is a bore, everyone at school hates me and I don't have a clue about my mother; but I suppose she doesn't want to get on the wrong side of my father so she won't say anything. I just wish I would fall asleep and never wake up again. I wish this every single night, why am I here? I have no purpose. I'm a bored teenager who has no future, no friends and every single soul on this earth hates me. Why am I here? Someone answer that question for me because I don't think I can.
Pretty short again, sorry. I feel really bad for both of them :/ Why do I even write this kinda stuff? This will get sad, I guess but I promise you it will get happier. This is gonna be about the saddest FanFiction I will ever write. Also this is gonna be loads longer than I originally planned. I planned this to be about 5 chapters but I can guarantee you all it will be much longer. Please review :D
-OwlSky15678