If you'd went into the Watson home that night, you'd have found John on his own, upset and lonely, sitting on his, trying to figure out what was going on.

If you'd went to the Holmes mansion, you'd have found Sherlock lying down, facing the couch in his pyjamas, ignoring everyone, feeling angry and guilty all at once.

John pinched the top of his nose, frowning. What the hell is going on? He thought. He wanted to, no needed to, talk to Sherlock.

He suddenly remembered he had Sherlock's number. He fumbled for it in his pocket, and found it.

Since John had joined high school, Harry got him a phone. His parents where away on business trips so often, it was a miracle if they were home for even Christmas, so Harry made all the decisions. If she was sober enough. Harry and Sherlock were the only contacts he had.

What happened at lunch? –JW

Sherlock heard his phone go off in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the text. His eye narrowed and hit the keys angrily as his replied.

Nothing. –SH

John felt his phone vibrate in his hand. Because he couldn't hear a ringtone, it vibrated so John could feel it and knew when he'd been contacted. Which rarely happened.

He glared at his phone after he read the text.

Bullshit –JW

Sherlock was surprised that John had sworn, and he knew not to push it any further. He sighed, and texted John the events that occurred during lunch.

Basically Sally and Anderson (The two people you saw) came over and called me a freak. Then they tried talking to you, and when you didn't reply they called you retarded. Then Anderson grabbed you, but I pulled him back and said you went retarded, you were deaf. Then Sally called me a freak again and left. Anderson told us to watch our backs, and if that was meant to be a threat I was thoroughly disappointed. –SH

John's hands curled into fists. He was annoyed they'd called him retarded, but furious that they called Sherlock a freak. Sherlock was not a freak.

Ignore them. You're not a freak. –JW

Sherlock smiled a little. It was nice that John was concerned, but he didn't care. It was John he was upset about.

I'm not bothered about them. –SH

John raised his eyebrow when he read the text.

Well why did you run away like that at the end of lunch? –JW

Sherlock frowned.

I didn't run away. –SH

Sherlock. –JW

Sherlock sighed, and rubbed his forehead twice.

John, there's a reason why I don't have friends. –SH

John tilted his head to the side. Sherlock was confusing him. Why couldn't he just answer?

Sherlock, answer my question. –JW

I don't have friends because I am a freak. –SH

Sherlock, what are you saying? –JW

I am a freak, and people hate me. If I had a friend, they would be dragged into the abuse and I don't want that to happen. Especially to you. I was trying to make you not like me, so you weren't a freak like me. –SH

John smiled fondly at the text.

Oh Sherlock, why didn't you tell me? I don't care about that. I can't even hear them remember. –JW

But I can. –SH

Sherlock, stop being to difficult. Are we friends or not? –JW

Sherlock took a while to reply.

Yes. But I wouldn't stand for it if anyone calls you any names. –SH

I don't care Sherlock. –JW

I do. –SH

John didn't receive the last text. He was downstairs, getting a drink, and he'd left his phone upstairs.

As he left the kitchen, he saw his sister Harry lying on the couch, drunk.

John sighed, and went to drag her to the shower, when he saw she was asleep. He her was a mess, and make-up smudged down her face, but she looked peaceful for once and he didn't want to disturb her.

He placed his glass of water next to her- she'd need it went she woke up, and grabbed a blanket, tucking her in. She shifted in her sleep, and began to snore.

John shook his head and smiled, and went back upstairs, forgetting about his friend's text.

If he'd known that Sherlock had been sitting at his phone waiting for a reply, he'd probably have text back.

A/N: OMG. So many reviews *dribbles*

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Also, if you want, check out my other Sherlock fanfiction, "3 fact guessing," it's full of gayness and cross dressing! Woop!

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