Chapter 3

Oh my god! It's been forever since I updated this and I'm so sorry! I'll try and make this story satisfactory for you guys, and I apologise if there's any spelling mistakes!

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Sherlock sighed as he stared up at the roof of his tiny apartment bedroom. Frustrated by his older brother that would either be working in the little study or asleep.

The teenage boy had been moved around a lot, getting transferred from school to school so much that his parents had decided that they couldn't keep moving around for the sake of their disobedient son- their work far too important for that- so they bought a little flat for them in the town that Sherlock's school was and sent Mycroft with him, to both of their displeasure. It was a simple flat, two bedrooms, his and Myc's, a small kitchen and living room, as well as a tiny extra room that his brother uses for a study.

Boring. The place was simply boring.

It didn't help that Mycroft insisted to give him a curfew- a fucking curfew, he was 15 not bloody 10- meaning he was locked in each night like a bloody animal. Fan-fucking- tastic. Luckily there was one was to get out that his older ass of a brother hadn't found out, the fire escape just outside his window. The perfect escape route.

So, as he was unable to sleep- it was only 9 after all, he wasn't a toddler- he climbed out the window and sat on the fire escape. He didn't go anywhere, he knew that this little town was practically asleep even though it was such an early time.

Boring.

He'd only made a few friends in his months in living here, about three, or maybe four if he counted Molly. Yeah, four friends. Molly counted.

There was John Watson, his first friend. He'd been the boy that had led him around the first week and seemed to be quite amazed by his deduction skills, turning into his little sidekick and best friend.

Then there was Graham.. Gareth.. Greg? Yeah! Yeah it was Greg, that was his name! He had been one of John's pals who had also, surprisingly, taken a liking to the new boy, though, non-surprisingly, his friends weren't, which he had to say the feeling was mutual, so they didn't hang out too much.

There was John's girlfriend, Mary, who was a year younger then them, same year as Molly, but was much smarter than John and quite smartassed, causing Sherlock to have an immediate likeness for the girl, she was also quite good friends with Molly.

Then there was Molly.. Oh Molly.. He didn't know how he'd managed to stay here for so long and not meet her. She was incredibly intelligent, sweet, and made his heart do summersaults, something that his brother found utterly disgusting. He didn't care what Myc thought, if anything it just made it better, he was going to see her again.

That's when he saw her, walking down the other side of the road. Molly Hooper. Speak of the devil. He stared for a while, numerous thought flying through his mind. Was she lost? Did she live near him this whole time? She could just be on a simple walk but at this time why would she? He climbed down the fire escape expertly, making as little noise as possible to he wouldn't disturb his sleeping, or possibly working, brother and, once on the secure pavement, called out to her.

"Molly! Molly!" The girl turned to look at him, smiling as she recognised the familiar figure. Sherlock grinned as she notices him and ran across to her.

Molly seemed just as surprised to see him as he was to see her. "Sherlock?! What are you doing around here?" She asked causing the fifth-teen year old to point up at the large old apartment building.

"That's where I gotta live, with my sodding older brother," he huffed, the last bit more of a mutter.

"Oh.. You don't have parents?" Molly asked him, curious about the boy's past. The boy she had kissed twice on the lips past.

"No. No I do have parents it's just.. I move from school to school so much and they're getting fed up with having to move around so much so they just send Mycroft with me," Sherlock moaned, rolling his eyes slightly at his parents 'bright idea' to send him away with Myc.

"Oh.. Well that's unusual," Molly hummed, slightly amused by the whole situation. Of course such a strange character like Sherlock would have interesting past. "Do you want to go to the park and speak or do you need to get back to your brother? Because I have plenty time to spare.." she muttered with a shrug, blushing ever so softly.

Sherlock grinned at the idea of spending more time with Molly, the girl not only intellectual equal to him but.. quite sweet and lovely too.. "Sure I'll come out.. I'm pretty sure my brothers sleeping anyway," he told her, loving the way her face lit up as he said it. She took his hand and started to lead him to the park that wasn't that far away from the location they were at, Sherlock was glad that it was dark besides from the street lights or she might see his slight blush that was tinting his cheeks.

Molly was soon softly swinging on the swing set in the close park, Sherlock seated on the one beside it, watching her through the dark with a little smile. 'She wasn't just smart,' he thought to himself, 'She was gorgeous too.'

They chatted for a while together, talking about life at home, families, friends, as it turned out Molly didn't have a mother, died from a car crash when she was young, and her father was a little of an alcoholic, the reason she was out so late. "I don't like him when he's drunk," she had said, frowning softly- to which Sherlock decided then and there that he never wanted to see her frown again-, "he's different."

Sherlock then went on to talk about the various schools he'd been to and all the hilarious situations that had gotten him excluded, each one making her laugh, making himself smile. "So there I was, in the middle of science, trying to explain to the teacher that he'd cut too much raw potassium up to put into the cup of water and, of course, he was having none of it, arguing back with the old 'I'm the teacher not you.. Blah blah blah.. I've gone to university.. Blah blah blah,'" he told her, doing an impression of one of his old science teachers and making Molly giggle, "So then of course the fool doesn't listen to me and boom! There goes his eyebrows!"

Molly was in fits of laughter now, clutching the swing in response. "Oh my god! Really?! And you got in trouble for that?!"

"Yup! Apparently that was my final straw and I got moved to here," Sherlock chuckled.

"You're just too funny Sherlock.." Molly hummed, her laughter dying down slightly. She frowned for a moment before taking her phone from her pocket, checking the time. "Shit! It's nearly twelve! I need to get back Sherlock, we've got school tomorrow!" she exclaimed, hopping up from the swing and starting to walk away before hesitating and hurrying back to kiss him softly. "Bye Sherlock," and with that she was gone.

Sherlock watched her leave, his disappointed frown replaced with a little smile- along with a mild blush- from when he was kissed. He soon started to make his way home too.

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"And where on earth have you been?!"

"Hello to you too, Mycroft," Sherlock hummed in reply, pretending to act as though he'd been in his room the whole time, "twelve a'clock is pretty late, shouldn't you be sleeping by now?"

"Don't you try and play innocent?! I know you've been out!" Mycroft growled, crossing his arms. He was only 21 and already his little brother was giving him grey hairs and wrinkles from all his shenanigans.

Sherlock kept trying to look innocent, gesturing to his pyjamas, "How could I have gone out in these?"

Mycroft simply snarled before leaving the bedroom, slamming the door in response. That boy was going to be the death of him.