Day 1:
"Hey Holmes. Any new cases for today?" Arden asked politely, skipping in.
Her school-girl black skirt moving with her step and her dark blue blazer as well. Her hair was lighter today, it seemed longer now that it was straightened. And she seemed to dye it into a dark chocolate-brown instead of her usual black color, although she didn't lose the ombre, she instead lightened it.
Her smile seemed bright and dare Sherlock say, lovely. Her pink lips were covered in a red tinted lip-gloss. Her cheeks were full of color and she wore a bit of a copper, smokey-eyed make-up that Irene had bought for her a while back that made her hazel eyes more noticeable.
She looked much better than she did yesterday.
"Uh, yes. There's a new one that John had read to me just a few minutes ago." Sherlock looked back at his newspaper.
"He's been gone all day." She glanced around with a confused expression. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows and looked up from his reading.
"I was just talking to him. Hm."
"He mentioned you do that." Arden laughed and wandered over to the fridge and moved aside the plastic, bloody bag of human ears and grabbed her jug of chocolate milk. She kicked the door shut with the heel of her boot and drunk it calmly.
Sherlock peered from his reading to the seemingly calm girl drinking the sugary beverage. Her mood has also lightened from yesterdays swearing match.
"Feeling better?" He asked conversationally, returning to his reading once more.
"Enormously." She sighed out and smiled tapping her newly painted blue fingernails against the plastic.
"Good. You were unbearable yesterday." He chuckled. Arden's expression slowly darkened.
"What the bloody hell!" Sherlock ducked as the jug of chocolate milk was hurled at him, it hit the window with a crack and spilled over the rug.
Great. More money on the rent.
"It was Niagara falls in my vagina you rude sod!" She shouted, grabbing the head in the fridge and hurled it at him as well.
The detective took cover under the couch as the Godzilla of baker-street continued her rampage.
"Why are you hiding? Come out of there, you and John need to go find that case." He gasped as she kneeled down and smiled excitedly.
For the first time, Sherlock Holmes feared for his safety because of an 18-year-old girl.