(When reading this chapter, I recoment that you listen to Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles)
John walked nervously through the white, bright hallway that led him to the school dorms. In his arms he was carrying his bellowed collection of vinyl records by The Beatles, who just so happened to be his absolute favourite band. When he was standing outside dorm 221b, he hesitated for a slight moment before knocking on the dark wooden door.
"Enter", a firm, cold voice said. There was no doubt. The voice belonged to none other than Sherlock Holmes. John could feel the insecurity grow as he reached for the door handle. It was Sherlock who was going to be his flat mate for the next two years. In one way, he felt a slight relief, knowing that it at least was someone that he had talked to earlier that day.
"Excuse me" he started, trying to find the correct words for the situation. "Mrs. Hudson told me that I'm going to stay here"
Sherlock glanced at the blond man balancing a huge pile of vinyl records in his arms. "Yes, I've heard so. We'll split the rent." He turned towards the bed. "There might be a few problems though"
"I'll sleep on the floor for now" John quickly replied, not wanting to make any problems. Sherlock quickly returned to his chair, continuing to read his book. John sighed and glanced at the messy room. Though he tried, he couldn't find a single spot on the floor that wasn't covered with clothes and different papers.
"I could sleep at the floor," John said, glancing slightly at his new flat mate. "If there was actually a clean spot on your floor." He looked at Sherlock with a raised eyebrow.
"Make place" Sherlock replied quick and rather uninterested. With careful steps, John made his way through the room, and next to Sherlock's bed, he was able to find a place that wasn't piled up with all sorts of things.
Like this, the days went by. John had decided to focus mainly on his school work. He had, against Sherlock's will, cleaned the entire apartment, at least enough to find a place on the floor to sleep. Old Mrs. Hudson had promised John to get him a bed as soon as the school's budget allowed it. Until then, he was sleeping at the floor, something that wasn't too different from what he was used to. However, he slept better than he had done in ages. John was glad that he had been able to start a new life here. Even though the nightmares had woken him up, all covered in sweat in the middle of the night, he had been able to focus on something new, and this time useful.
Class was interesting, though his grades weren't all that good. He envied Sherlock his amazing skills in which he called deduction that was among his many skills. He seemed to do well at school. He had top grades, the students all respected him, though the rarely spoke to him. Sherlock didn't think he was as perfect as John believed. He had always been smarter than other people his age, but they never seemed to enjoy it in any possible way. Instead they kept their distance as he was sure that they most likely felt that they couldn't compare their intelligence with his, something that in most cases were quite true. Sherlock had however no need for friends.
He had specified this matter more than once when Mrs. Hudson mentioned that he should try to get along with the other students instead of sitting alone in his room and read all day. Sherlock shook his head as he walked to class. He didn't feel like worrying too much about unimportant matters. As he passed the white hallway, he could see John catching up to him. They exchanged a tired good mornin', and walked together to biology class. The class started as it always did, with a test about the human body, followed by doing tasks from the text book. Sherlock had been reading about the topic several weeks ago.
John leaned over to him. "Hey, Sherlock!" He whispered as he bumped him in the side with his elbow. "John, that was utterly unnecessary" Sherlock answered with his cold voice, but John could see a slight smile on the young man's face.
"Get over it, I really need your help," John said and showed him the tasks from his text book.
"You see, when the antibodies join with the antigens, the killer T-cells destroys the antigens, and signals for phagocytes." Sherlock pointed at a picture and demonstrated as he explained, and stopped through his explanation to make sure that John understood what he was saying.
Before the class was dismissed, the teacher got everyone's attention.
"Also, I'd like to inform you that we will have a very important test in two weeks." He gave the class a stern look. "The grade you get on this test will determine your final grade in Biology."
John's jaw drop as he realized that there was no way that he'd ever pass this class. The students started to talk together, nervously.
"Silence!" the teacher yelled, hitting his wooden ruler at his desk. "I expect you all to do well on this test. The students who fail this test, will not pass biology this year. Class dismissed."
"No, this is not okay", John complained when they walked to their room to start studying. "You're clearly overreacting." Sherlock said. "It's just a test." John sighed. "Exactly, you see that's the problem."
Sherlock suddenly stopped, and looked at John. "I'll help you study."
