"Seven." Dean agreed. John gave Sherlock a nod and they started walking away, "We're not getting high do you understand?"
"Whatever," Sherlock answered sliding his hands into his coat pockets. John sighed, "Seriously, who raised you..."
"My parents like any other normal child?" Sherlock said. John groaned, "That's not what I meant. They're nice people so how do you end up a drug addict and a man who has no manners whatsoever?" John wasn't angry as he was concerned. Sherlock frowned, "My brothers were usually the cause of that."
John opened the door to the dorm and slid off his jacket throwing it in the corner of the room, "Brothers, plural?"
Sherlock nodded, "Yes I have two." he plopped down on his bed and closed his eyes like he did when he went into deep thought. John stood on his side of the room, "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered. "Why didn't I know about this?"
"Because Sherrinford is dead." Sherlock whispered. John gulped immediately feeling deep regret, "Sherlock I'm...I-"
Sherlock groaned, "Spare me your meretricious apologies, they become quite bothersome."
John sighed, "Do you mind telling me what happened or..."
"I'm not that emotional," Sherlock said pulling himself upwards and opening his eyes, "Sherrinford was a drug addict as well as Mycroft and myself and he pulled a gun on one of our friends in middle school and we were forced to use self defense. He was high...or something."
Sherlock grabbed a cigarette from under his pillow and lit it with a cigarette lighter that hide been hidden away deep in his coat pocket. John looked down, "I really do mean it when I say I'm sorry for you Sherlock."
Sherlock chuckled not looking up, "Sorry for what? It wasn't you fault. I despise the phrase I'm sorry for you."
John gave up and plopped down on his bed. Sherlock finally glanced up above him and at the clock, "It's about 5:10. We have a long way to go. How about we set up a few things."
John blinked, "Wait are they coming over here or are we going over there?"
"By the look at them, I'm guessing they're coming over here."
"You're a very amazing detective Mr. Holmes." John winked. Sherlock smirked, "Thank you Mr. Watson."
The two eventually got up and set up their things so the dorm didn't look so dull concerning the recent episode they had with two recent dormmates who messed up their previous room. They thought it looked okay for a room cleaned up by two young teenage boys.
John set up a disco ball in his corner of the room. Sherlock was chewing on some strawberry taffy he had found in his bag, when he saw the ball he nearly fell over, "John, what the hell is that?" John glanced at him, "Do you like it?"
Sherlock glared at him intensely, "Are you kidding me?" John frowned, "What?"
"Why?!" the detective exclaimed. John laughed, "Watch. It's only fun when the lights are off."
John flipped the switch. Rainbow light swirled around everywhere. Sherlock moaned, "Please shut it off!"
Before John could reply, the disco suddenly broke down leaving the room pitch black. Sherlock laughed, "Thank the science of deduction!"
John huffed, "I can't even see where the light switch is now." He felt around for it, but he suddenly felt Sherlock's face. His face turned hot with embarrassment, "Sorry."
"Whatever," Sherlock said, "I'll help you find the damn switch."
"No wai-" John said, and before his could move out of the way Sherlock toppled ontop of him. "Shit." Sherlock mumbled crawling up off of him. They ended up falling over again. "Just find the damn light." Sherlock said, "I'll stay here until you do."
John grunted an agreement and stood up. He walked towards where he thought the door was. He felt around for the switch and finally flipped it. Sherlock was laying on the floor looking like an idiot. John couldn't help but laugh. Sherlock gave him an icy stare, "Shut up. Now, let's get a few more things set up."
Once the boys were done. It seemed as if the room looked like an 'overdone' party house.
John glanced down at his watch, "Wow, I can't believe that took up until 6:57"
Sherlock smiled, "They'll be here in a few minutes, are you sure you don't want to do drugs?"
John glared at him, "I swear Sherlock, if you even think about it."
Sherlock smirked and watched the door for their expected guests.
