John set his bags up on a shelf finishing his packing. He glanced over at the other side of the room where his roomate, Sherlock sat. His legs were perched on the end of the bed and his lean, tall figure took up the whole thing. He held onto a burning cigarette with two fingers, and his hair covered his feet. Boxes surrounded his bed, not unpacked at all. John sighed, "Sherlock you need to unpack!"
Sherlock curled his lip, "What for?"
"The dean will punish you if you don't." John said. Sherlock rolled his eyes and crushed the cigarette with his two fingers and flung it in the trash bin. Suddenly two young boys walked into the room. One was the stereotypical nerd, ginger hair, glasses, freckles, and braces. The other had beens in places neither Sherlock nor John would even wish to describe. He was chewing gum and didn't bother to enunciate his words, "You two are in our space."
John shook his head, "I think you're mistaken. Room 6 is our room."
"Sure," the boy said popping a gum bubble, "But you're in room 9."
John glared at Sherlock, "I thought you said it was room 6!"
Sherlock shrugged, "I glanced at the number once, I didn't feel like doing it again. I was probably to high to notice."
"Jesus, Sherlock..." John whispered. The boy took a step closer, with the nerd boy close behind hugging his binder close to his chest. "Listen shorty, you have 10 minutes to get all your stuff out of here and scram."
John laughed unbelievingly, "It's going to take more than 10 min-"
The boy grabbed John's shirt and lifted him off the floor so he could reach eye level, "Do you understand?" Sherlock immediately stood up and pushed the boy off of John angrily, "15 minutes and we'll be out of your hair," he said darkly. The boy huffed, "Fine. But if you're not I'll cut the both of ya."
The two left the room. Sherlock started packing John's things into different asorted boxes. "Sherlock thanks for uh...standing up for-"
"Shut up and start packing," the detective mumbled. John sighed and helped his friend pack his own things.
It actually only took 10 to 12 minutes at most. Sherlock carried his boxes, and John carried his boxes. They walked down the hall together. John passed a room that was slightly open. The number on the door was a bit worn down and was hard to read. He squinted. It had to be a 6. He opened the door. Sherlock walked up behind him, "This is room 7 dumbass."
It was too late. John had already knocked lightly on the door. There were two boys sitting close to each other on a bed. The glanced up at the sudden noise almost looking guilty and or embarrassed. "Is everyone gay around here?" Sherlock said loudly. The one with amulet around his neck narrowed his eyes. John growled and stomped on his friends foot, 'Shut up!" he mumbled. He put on a sympathetic face and turned to the two boys, "Sorry you two. We have the wrong room."
"Again," Sherlock added. John rolled his eyes and pushed past him irritably. "For god sake Sherlock you need to learn your manners!" he argued with him down the hall. Sherlock caught up and put on a fake benignant face, "I'm so sorry John, please forgive me."
It made John laugh whenever Sherlock would pull a weird puppy face, "Fine." he said with a chuckle. Sherlock hid his smile knowing he had made John laugh. John glanced upwards. Room 6 as clear as day. Sherlock blinked, "Wow, right in front of the gay couple."
"I'm sure they're not gay. But if they are, that isn't a problem," John smiled. He opened the door. It looked just the same as Room 9. "The trouble identical rooms can get you in, in high school," John sighed. Sherlocl slid his boxes across the floor and plopped down on his bed. Again, his whole body fit the bed like it was meant for him. John was too short for his feet to reach the end of his own bed. He sighed...again. Instead of unpacking again he slid his boxes across the room. Sherlock furrowed his brow, "Change of heart?"
"Not enough energy." John answered doing the same as Sherlock and falling down on his bed. Sherlock smirked and sat up hastily on his bed, "Not enough energy, even for playing detective?"
John smiled turning his head towards his friend, "I always have enough energy for that." He followed his friend outside their dorm room. "Show me your master deduction skills." John whispered to his friend as students walked by them. Sherlock grinned and looked for a participant. He picked out a blonde boy about 5 foot 8. He wore a blue sweater and caki pants. Sherlock started his deduction, "Regularily homeschooled but not in high school. His mother had a change of mind. You can tell by the note hanging out of his pocket. Its torn but attempted to be reinstated. Which means he has denied feelings about home school. I can see the word home and school on there and it's only a limited deduction. Now, his hair. His blonde hair is bleached you can tell by the black roots by his neck, he only bleached his hair to appease his mother. You can tell this by his ear. It's cut obviously meaning he got his hair cut but his mother who is unhandy in the art of barbor and accidently cut his ear. It is only logical that she would have gotten him to bleach his hair for him. I can deduce now, that she basically does everything for him or with him.
John laughed, "Brilliant."
Sherlock smirked, "Meretricious."
John chuckled and glanced down the hall towards the campus' center. He squinted his eyes. The two boys they had encountered only minutes ago were there. There were talking. "Hey Sherlock let's go say hi."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?" he noticed them too, "Oh." he said in a irritable voice. John sighed, "Come on we need to make friends."
"I'm your friend," Sherlock said slightly hurt. John laughed, "My best friend, but I think we should have other friends just to get to know the school and be normal."
Sherlock groaned, "Whatever."
John lead his friend towards them. The tall one glanced their way and looked annoyed. John sighed. It was going to be hard making friends.
