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"Aw, Sherlock. How was your first day at school? Is my big boy ok?"
Sherlock loved the fact that his mother didn't even assume that he had made any friends, just thought of it as an impossible occurring. However, he wasn't too sure about the whole 'big boy's thing, sentiment and love needed to be ignored at all costs. Except with John, of course. He was allowed to have one friend, to keep sane. .
"It was... Fun mother. They were all idiots, of course." This reply was met with a rather large sigh from his mother. "But mother guess what? I made a friend!"
His mother then spit all her tea out of her mouth (all over Mycroft, thankfully) and starred at Sherlock with a look of complete disbelief. It was funny to watch. She then opened her arms, calling Sherlock in for a hug.
"I'm so proud of you! Oh you're so clever, Sherlock! What's his/ her name?" She looked like she was about to cry (really, mother? Really? Is it that hard to believe?). "Oh your father WILL be proud when I tell him!"
Sherlock pulled himself out of the hug and looked at his mother. She had no faith in him at all.
"He is called John and he is nice."Sherlock replied rather bluntly. "He came in crying, I asked why. He told me. We are friends now."
To avoid all further hugs, Sherlock backed away and went into his room, to read his chemistry book again.
The next day Sherlock stood outside the gates alone, waiting for John. He had been waiting for twelve minutes before John arrived, but it was better than having no friend to wait for at all. He put on a smile as John waved at him (something that he had learnt to do by watching his parents for hours the night before). John smiled back.
"Hello Sherlock." John said in a chirpy little voice.
"Hello John. Shall we go into our class room now?" Said Sherlock, who's voice was slightly lower but still quite high pitched.
John's face fell.
"Why are you sad, John?" Sherlock asked, because he really didn't know.
"Why do you think? Wait, stupid question. I don't want to go to school Sherlock."
Sherlock was confused by this. He was in school already, so why would he want to leave? John saw this and continued;
"Into class, Sherlock."
Oh, right. Sherlock guessed that there was no point in arguing to John about the upsides to learning. Why people did not want to learn he did not know, it puzzled him.
After a while Sherlock managed to drag John into the rowdy reception room, where children were finger painting, doodling and chasing each other like maniacs. Sherlock pointed at their teacher and smiled.
"Did you know that she was having an affair, John? With the year six teacher?"
John blinked in reply.
"What's an affair, Sherlock?"
This time Sherlock sighed, he had forgotten that every one was an idiot.
" An affair is a sexual relationship or a romantic friendship or passionate attachment between two people. Well, that is the Wikipedia definition anyway. I learnt a lot of definition s when I was bored."
John blinked again wanting to ask what half those words ment but thought that it would be wise not too. Instead he asked;
"Ok then, how did you know?"
"Her ring finger, it is all red and looks like something has been worked off it, recently, so she wanted to hide something in this school. It was obviously a ring that she took off as you can see the indent that it made. I know it was with the year six teacher because he teaches my brother and that when he walked in they both smiled and kissed. It is quite easy to spot an affair like this."
"That was..." John's vocabulary wasn't very wide, he was only five, so he tried to impress Sherlock by using the biggest word that he knew. "Fantastic!"
Sherlock had never been praised like this before because he had only ever done it in front of Mycroft, who called him an idiot. He smiled.
"Thank you John."
They both smiled and walked over to the finger printing section, because John wanted to paint and Sherlock wanted to study the unique finger marks of the people in his class.
At lunch, Sherlock found himself alone as John had gone home like many new people in his class. Sherlock had arranged with his teacher to stay as otherwise he would just be waiting for Mycroft for hours. He was expecting to be alone for the rest of the day, one friend was hard enough to manage, but two would just be impossible. However, his teacher had other plans when she introduced a small little girl to Sherlock.
"Hi, Sherlock. I have bought you Molly because she said that you looked lonely." Said the teacher.
Sherlock grunted in reply and starred at the girl. She had big, shiny eyes and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her eyes looked concerned as she smiled at Sherlock.
"Hello I am Molly Hooper. What is your favourite colour?"
Wow, imaginative question, Molly Hooper. Sherlock didn't want to talk, but his mother had told him not to be rude so he held out his hand. Like John, she slapped it. Did none of these imbeciles know what a hand shake was?
"My name is Sherlock and I am not lonely. I like natural colours like beige." He said, trying to sound uninterested. Sadly, the annoying girl wouldn't go away. Sherlock knew that this girl was trying to be his friend, but did he want another one?
"Oh. I like bright colours!" She exclaimed.
Of course you do, Sherlock thought. Molly carried on.
"At home we have waffles every day!"
Good for you, Molly Hooper, good for you.
"Do you like painting?"
This girl was not going away, Sherlock could tell. Oh well, another friend in the bag. Mother would be surprised.