It was quiet in the flat without Allison around. With he class in New York for break, it just left mainly Sherlock in the flat, but John talked to her on the phone whenever he could.
While working on his blog, John left off to the kitchen to make some tea but quickly rushed back to his computer when he heard his skype going off; guessing it was Sherlock but noticed it was Allison instead. A smile crossed his lips as he answered the call. "Hey, having a good time?"
"I want to come home."
Well, that wasn't what he expected to hear. "Is it really that bad?"
"No, it's awesome, but Americans are rude." The teenager said, turning her camera on to reveal said girl in her pj's and on her bed in the hotel. If John looked close enough in the darkness, he could see another girl sitting besides her.
"..Not everyone in the world is polite, Ally."
"Tell me something I don't already know. They're far too straight forward."
"How so?" He asked, somewhat interested.
"Like, it's hard to explain but they don't even bother trying to get to know you before they try to grab your arse." In the background, John could hear the other girls talking, but neither of them really paid any close attention to what they were saying. "How are you and Sher managing without me?"
"Very well, actually. Sherlock's actually gone on a case right now."
"You didn't go with him?"
"..I didn't feel up to it."
"Don't be such a pussy, dad."
"Don't use that language with me, Allison Renée." John scolded her but she didn't really heed his warning.
"Sorry, but still, you're his blogger, you're meant to go on cases with him." Allison argued with him but when John was going to argue with her, something hit the side of the laptop. John guessed it was a pillow considering Allison quickly tossed it back. "..I need to go."
"Try not to kill anyone."
"..You suck the fun out of everything." Allison complained before they exchanged goodbyes and the call ended. When John set his laptop back down and left to the kitchen again, Sherlock finally came home.
"Did you hear from Allison?"
"Hm? Yeah, she's doing well." John called from the kitchen, not even bothering to call Sherlock out for going through his computer to look on his Facebook.
"Judging from her status, she hates Americans."
"She hates everyone, Sherlock." John countered his claim, looking over his shoulder with a mug of tea in his hands.
"When one grabs at your arse, you'd hate them, too." Sherlock said in her defense before he left to the kitchen to finish a recent experiment.