Sorry, kinda a short filler chapter.
Sherlock's phone buzzed while he walked home from school. It was from John.
Hey! It's John from music class. Wanna meet up later to work on the project? We only have a week.
Sherlock sighed. Geez this kid was persistent. But he was right. They only had a week.
Sure. Tomorrow, 5, my place. -SH
I don't know your address.
The address is 221b Baker Street. -SH
Sherlock finally arrived home, dodged his neighbor and classic Catholic school girl Molly Hooper and opened the door to his tiny apartment. His brother, Mycroft, tried to say something to him, but Sherlock ran to his room and locked the door. He couldn't deal with Mycroft's crap right now.
Immediately he began cleaning his room. He didn't know why, but he didn't want the weird little blonde boy to see his cluttered room tomorrow, at five.
The next day, school seemed to drag. Only AP chemistry was interesting to Sherlock. In the blink of an eye, it was 4:45 and Sherlock was panicking. Not that you would know by looking at him. He seemed completely relaxed in his dark purple t-shirt and black jeans. There was a knock at the door.
"Hello, John, please, come in." He stepped out-of-the-way to let John in. "My room is down the hall."
"Nice place. Does your whole family live here?"
"No. Just me and my brother. He's in college, studying law and politics."
"Oh." It grew quiet after that for a minute. "Down the hall?"
"Hm? Oh yeah... Right down here." Sherlock walked down the hall, for some reason uncomfortable, a feeling he didn't quite understand.