John woke up and saw the afternoon sunlight filter into the room, he looked at the clock and laid his head back on the pillow. He groaned as he felt a throbbing in his groin area; he ignore it, trying to go back to sleep since he didn't have to work today.
He was woken late in the evening by his cell phone ringing and he checked the number calling. He ignored it; eventually he turned it off. He eventually got up and dressed. He turned his phone back on and once again it rang, he checked it and answered the call.
"Sarah, what the hell do want?" he asked.
"Where are the papers?" Sarah asked.
"I haven't gotten them yet."
"Yeah, sure." The call disconnected.
John knew why his soon to be ex-wife wanted the papers signed so quickly; she was to be married in a month to the man she had left John for. John went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stared and closed the door.
"Damn! I forgot to get food."
John went and sat down in his chair. He turned the telly on and channel it was on was airing a crime show. He didn't feel like going out to get food. The blonde eventually grabbed his wallet and cell phone, along with his keys. He stepped out of the flat and locked the door; he started walking towards the corner store. He'd get something to snack on and just go get take out later like he always did.
His brothers nagging was getting on his last nerve. He bit harshly down on his bottom lip, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as his nose crinkled in every possible show of anger possible.
"Enough. I'm going out." He growled out, standing abruptly from the couch and stalking out of the house and into the cool night air.
He should have been cold, what with only wearing thin trousers and a thin dress shirt, but his anger heated his body to the point of being unaffected.
With a sniff and a shrug, he quickly squared his shoulders and entered the nearest corner store. He made his way up to the counter and muttered, "B&H Silver, please."
He paid for it with his brothers credit card and took them. He went to leave when he felt a grip on his arm, "Sherlock Holmes?"
He quickly turned around and stared at the person calling him. His therapist.
"John Watson. Whatever are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you." He glanced down at his hand and went to say something when a long, cool thin hand pressed against his mouth. With a shush, the brunette nodded towards the door and left out it briskly.
John paid for his bag of crisps before he exited the store and saw Sherlock leaning against the wall, smoking.
"You're not old enough to smoke. You do know what you're doing to your health, right?"
"What does it matter?"
"To what question?"
Sherlock gave him a droll stare, snorted, and took a long drag before he blew the smoke in the blondes face. He cocked a brow, smirked, and kicked off the wall, making his way down the road. John looked down the street in the direction of his house but decided against it and hurried after the tall teen.
"Does your family know you smoke?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
John looked at him expectantly and he rolled his eyes, "Yes. They don't give a care. Trust me, I could be a prostitute and they wouldn't care as long as I didn't tarnish their name."
He flicked the cigarette on the ground, stomped on it and snuffed it out with a quick shuffle of his foot. He looked at John and muttered, "Why are you following me? You don't live in this direction, you live in the opposite direction."
John went to ask how when the other cut him off with, "You glanced in the direction of your house before hurrying after me. It's not rocket science, Doctor"
"John, please."
"Good, because I was going to call you that anyway."
John stared at him with his mouth open as the other stalked off, not even bothering to see if the other would continue to follow or not.
He sighed, glared at the ground as he contemplated following the obnoxious git or just going home. He weighed both options and decided he'd rather follow this eccentric teen than go to his lonely apartment with a bag of crisps to watch crap telly.
He looked up and saw the teen was far in the distance and ground his teeth before setting off at a run to catch up to the other, whom, when he caught up panting for air, was looking straight ahead with a devilish smirk on his full lips.
"You knew I would follow you, didn't you."
Sherlock stayed silent, but gave him one of his knowing looks before continuing down the road.
winterimperfect wrote Sherlock part (and did a fantastic job)
I hope you enjoy!