Trench coat indoors

The laughter hushed and Mrs. Holly frose, and Sherlock inspected the glob like ink! It was Bick ink and sher was studying how it flowed and how the puddles formed, he wanted to go home he had a new expermint to get to. "John, you just got back stop causing a fuss" cried. "But Mrs. I didnt do anything!" john yelped "Then why are you bloody laughing"Anderson shouted."I think he's admiring the irony of it all"sherlock helped out john his new favorite of the stupid bloke populatoin. "..Yeah the karma's hysterical" John giggled and Sherlock was rather suprised John understood what he had meant. "O Principle, please help me"Mr. Holly wept into the phone.

It was a brightly light hallway where Sherlock where the two blokes who had it out for each other. Sherlock squirmed in his seat anxousily,it was a waste of his time he just wanted to go him and steal his fathers pens but no! He had to sit until the principle talked to them. "Kids.." Mr. Lestrade said omniously "Greg, might I leave now" Sherlock proposed. " You,use my proper name jeez and no you may not leave." Lestrade killed of any chance of debate by turning his rounder self to John. "So, john is it, why'd you pull such a prank?" Mr. Lestrade stummbled on the unfimliar blond kids name. John huffed and kept his silence, "John I cant help you if you dont tell me" Lestrade sympathised. "No" John noded and left. "Well I guess ill let the rest of you off with a warning"Lestrade shooed us out of the building.

That morning Sherlock Kept his coat on indoors along with his gloves and scarf. He was covered in ink and lukily only a streak had gotton on his face but his brother had shouted at the mess he'd made and Sher couldnt deny that he had a good time making it. "I didnt know freaks get cold" Anderson pestered walking past him to lunch. "At least this freak can use a pen" John mocked back. The sudden occurrence somone beside him made Sherlock jump to the side of the dirty sidwalk. John smiled and waved "Im John Watson" John offered his hand in greeting. "I know, im Sherlock" Sherlock took of his glove to properly shake hands with John"ewww whys your hand sticky?" John giggled. at first Sherlock thought he had prespired in class but when John lifted his hand and it was covered in ink they both laughed."where you that desprate to be part of the group" John chukkled. "Of course not I hate them, I wanted to know the difrences between inks" Sherlock shouted embarrassed. "Well its a relief to know I didnt get suspened for defending a follower" john stated proudly turning to leave."Wait what you..." john had kept walking,so a desprate Sherlock grabbed his jumper "you knew they were refering to me and thats why you punched him?!"Sherlocks voice went between pure joy and confusion. "yeah" John siad turning his head toward an astounded Sherlock "So the pen thing..." Sherlock left his sentence un ended and let John finish it " was cuase he mocked you... I still wish I could of punched the bleeding fool" John stated matter-o-factly. "why couldnt you punch him?" Sherlock questoined secertly hoping he would, Anderson deserved it. "After being suspended my pop sent me to military camp to qoute on qoute 'straigten me up" John made little finger brackets. "then why'd you help me out the yesterday your father might send you back" Sherlock didnt understand Johns kindness. "why do you care so much about pens?"