John sighed looking wearily over at the mountain of homework he had on his desk. It was all due in a few days and he definitely didn't want to do any of it anytime soon but he needed something to relieve the boredom.
As if an answer to his prayers his phone chimed it newly familiar duck ringtone. John picked up the phone with a smile looking over the text message.
John, did you know you can't toss water on an electrical fire? No, well neither did I until five minutes ago -SH
John blinked before chuckling to himself. They'd only known each other for a week now and Sherlock and he were the best of friends. They had yet to see each other outside of school but Sherlock made sure to see that John was never lonely sending him funny text messages (or at least he found them funny) and pictures. Sherlock apparently hated calling so he texted John all hours of the day, this included from midnight to five in the morning (John hadn't really appreciated getting woken up then but looking back it was funny).
John's fingers flew over the buttons.
What on earth were you doing? –JW
It only took a few seconds to get a reply.
Experiment on which metals are more perceptible to physical weathering. I used the television, one thing led to another and the television burst into flames. –SH
John smiled wider laughing at him.
And you're results? -JW
John's phone chimed.
Inconclusive. But I do know my elder brother gets very pissy when you blow up his television –SH
John laughed at Sherlock's stupidity before the phone chimed again.
I have to go, Mycroft is demanding I tell him where his umbrella is. How do you think he will respond to me telling him it's on the telephone wire outside? Well, it seems I've found my new experiment. I'll call it 'Project Umbrella'–SH
John tossed his phone onto his bed with a smile. He'd made a good choice becoming friends with Sherlock. Twenty minutes later his phone chimed again as he did his homework begrudgingly.
'Project Umbrella' Results: Do Not fuck with Mycroft's umbrella.
John snickered like an idiot at the phone. Yeah, definitely a good choice.
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Sherlock looked up in his global class as the door opened. His global teacher, Mr. Lestrade, smiled genuinely as John walked into the room. They exchanged a few words before John handed him a note and looked around the room. His eyes landed on Sherlock and he relaxed a bit before offering a wave to him. Sherlock smiled slightly and waved back. Mr. Lestrade looked between the two boys before smiling at Sherlock. "Johnathon, why don't you sit next to Sherlock?" John nodded and plopped next to him. Mr. Lestrade smiled to himself as he continued the class.
"What are we learning?" John whispered and Sherlock looked over the board.
"Apparently we're learning about Christopher Columbus." John gave Sherlock a funny look.
"Apparently? Aren't you paying attention?" Sherlock looked at him with his infamous Did-you-Really-Ask-That-Question look he'd become accustom to before turning back to his book and John shrugged. Sherlock probably knew all the information already. One thing he'd learned in the time of their friendship, Sherlock was extremely smart. He'd say a genius but Sherlock definitely didn't need an ego boast. He was very good at observing things. He could tell you everything about a person from just watching them walk into the room. John tried to focus on the book
A few minutes later someone tapped him in the shoulder and handed him a note. John asked who it was from and the boy shrugged. He opened the note reading the contents. Only freaks hang out with freaks. John stared at the note for several seconds before he felt something move next to him. He covered the note as Sherlock tried to read it and stuffed it into his bag. He wasn't a freak and he definitely didn't hang out with them so he paid the note no mind. Drumming his fingers against the table he continued to gaze forward trying to ignore Sherlock's stare.
Sherlock continued to stare at his friend (he'd never get used to thinking of John like that). Judging from his facial features he'd read something bad in the note he'd gotten but what was it? Sherlock looked around the room before looking at John's bag. He needed to see the note. He reached behind John for his bag before John stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock looked up at John.
"What was in that note?" He asked bluntly. No reason to dance around the subject. John's face scrunched slightly.
"It's nothing. Just leave it alone" Sherlock looked from John to the bag and sat back up. He continued on in class but studied John closely. He noticed the well hidden hurt look on his face. He'd seen that look before, too many times actually. John was getting bullied and this was just the beginning.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! Yep, shit is hitting the fan. What will happen next? Who knows, I certainly don't. Making this up as I go alongxD. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll put up a new one in little while. Until then Review please! It makes me smile :)
