A/N: I own none of the characters used in this story.
After the shock from the death the campus was closed and all students were sent home. John looked down at his phone anxiously. Sherlock had left with his brother to go talk to the detective and told John he'd text him later.
"I might as well go home now" He reluctantly trudged his way home, anticipating the same old scene. He decides to kill some time at a fast food place, maybe get a burger so he doesn't starve himself.
John walks into the closest restaurant and orders something simple. He looks at the girls and boys around eating. He envies them sometimes. A quiet life. Happy and not stressful. Only problems they have are weither their going to pass or fail a test. They can go home to a happy home and not have to worry about wither today will be the day their father kills their mother or vice versa.
John wishes he could have a life that calm. He sighs, At least now I have a friend. A small smile creeps on his face as he thinks of Sherlock. He remembers the day he first saw Sherlock. He was walking down the hall and saw a head of bouncing curls. He remembers wanting to touch them, but remembering, "I'm not gay" He'd never seen Sherlock's face though. Only ever knew the head of bouncing curls when they passed the hall. He had never known the name and hair went together.
One day though, during practice, he heard shouting and decided to see what his teammates where doing.
Kyle, not someone he was particularly fond of, was yelling at some person. Poor guy. He's probably going to get beaten. John wanted to help this person out but, Kyle practically towered over him. For now he decided to just go over and listen to what was being said.
"YOU FAGGOT! I DARE YOU! SAY THAT TO MY FACE AGAIN YOU PEICE OF SHIT!" "Alright, since apparently your Neanderthal mind couldn't process it the first time let me repeat myself. You obviously just got a blow job from your girlfriend so stop trying to cover it. Everybody knows." Ha-ha! Oh this guy is brilliant! Someone finally said it! I look around and see the team is glaring at this person. Hmm... I should say something.
I step forward laughing, "Hah! You sure hit the nail on the head there" Once again there was silence. He looked at the boy. Wow he's tall. He had a nice build, sharp clothes on and a beany. The beany looked odd on him. It hid his hair. Maybe it was a bad hair day? Or he lost a bet.
"Fuck you Holmes" was all he heard from Kyle before him and the team left. John quickly followed so as not to be left behind.
Later when John first saw Sherlock in his hospital room, he couldn't tell at first he was the Holmes kid. He was weary from the drugs and entire ordeal.
"I go to school with you...and I saw you being brought in so, I decided to pay you a visit." A tad annoyed John tried to get him to leave "Hm. Okay. And Now that you've seen me, alive, you can leave." Sherlock just tilted his head showing some interest, "Why did you try to kill yourself?"
How the Hell... did he knows. Must be really observant. Oh, wait a second... those curls, that deep voice..."I do know you don't I...you look familiar and even more so...I remember somebody once who spoke just as bluntly to a teammate of mine.."
His face lit up a bit and John couldn't help an odd feeling in his chest. It wasn't all that unpleasant. "Yes. That was me. And I asked you a question just now." Normally John would lie or tell him to fuck off but... something about him had me compelled to tell him the truth. Like wither he did or not he'd know eventually, "Oh...yes sorry. Well, I was just tired. Of everything. I was alone and decided to end it." His eyes widened for no more than a second. Was it that odd?
"I'm assuming your situation at home isn't one of favorable conditions."
Heh... You have no Idea.
"You assume correctly"
"Of course I assumed correctly; I'm not an idiot like everybody else" This guy sure is cocky. Somehow charming though. "Does that include me then?" he smirked, "Yes, well, from what I can tell, don't worry me won't judge you...much...maybe..." Much.
They went on talking like that. They spoke about school and Sherlock told John what he'd deduced from the faculty at school and big politicians. John felt a feeling surge in him. He felt comfortable, happy even. "So" John started, "Why I never spoke to you before is perplexing, really. I should do it more often." He looked at the oddly attractive person across from him. Yes I find him attractive. Not in a gay way though. I'm straight but I'm not blind. "E-eh yeah you should"
John smiled for the first time in quite a long period of sadness. And as you know they further became closer friends. Now eating a cheeseburger John can't imagine going back to being so sad. I have a friend now. His chest felt warm and he was smiling like an idiot.
"E-hum, excuse me could I sit here sir?" John looked up to a woman. She looked a bit older than John but not by much. "Sure. I was leaving anyways." While John was happy at having made a friend he didn't feel up for associating with anybody else at the moment. She smiled," Thanks!' When John moved to stand she grabbed his shoulder, "You're pretty cute" John panicked a bit. She was smaller than him but he was frightened by her smile. It had twisted to that of a predator, like, a tigress. "U-Hum Well, Wait... what?" She raised her hand and cupped his face but before John could say anything more Sherlock was there.
He'd gripped her hand and shoved it away from John, "Stay away from him." He spat. John was surprised. He'd never heard Sherlock speak with such venom. The woman raised her hands and backed away," Alright, alright whatever you say"
He yanked John out of the restaurant. As they were walking John had to ask, "Who was that?" Sherlock turned to him and looked him up and down. "Did she do anything to hurt you? Are you okay?" John looked to him "Y-Yeah I'm okay she just startled me a bit. But it seemed like she knew you, who is she?"
Sherlock looked to John," Just a woman. "
