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John let out a sigh as he set his pencil down next to his test. He looked up at the large clock in the front of the room. "Just in time." He thought as he flipped his test over. "About a minute left." John relaxed into his chair and let his eyes wondered around the classroom until they landed on Sherlock's dark hair and his utterly bored expression.
John let out a small smile. Honestly, he would have finished the test a lot sooner if Sherlock hadn't been distracting him. Not that Sherlock had done it on purpose, but after he had finished the finale within the first 15 minutes, it had been quite a joy to watch him. He twiddled his thumbs, rolled his eyes several times when he caught sight of others' papers, and generally huffed and puffed throughout the next hour and a half. Most people in the classroom seemed rather frustrated with the commotion, but John enjoyed every second of it. Sherlock was a very appealing distraction.
"One minute left." Came the professor's booming voice from the front of the class.
John saw Sherlock let out a sigh of relief and immediately began gathering his things. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at Sherlock's obvious exacerbation. John saw Sherlock's eyes flicker towards him and small smirk form on his lips as placed his books in back pack.
John still couldn't believe he had finally gathered the courage to talk to Sherlock last night. John had wanted to introduce himself the first day, but Sherlock was not exactly approachable and always seemed to be busy with something far more important. And the more John learned about him, the more intimidated he became.
But last night when John saw Sherlock sitting at the library table, his beautiful curls not quite covering his piercing blue eyes, he realized this might be his last opportunity and finally summoned the courage. It might have been a little too late, but at least John could say he had spoken to the great Sherlock Holmes.
He saw Sherlock's eyes flicker back to his once more and John realized he must be staring. He quickly looked down at his desk, but he still felt Sherlock's eyes on him.
"Time is up." The professor announced as he stood up from his desk. "Please put your pencils down, turn your papers over and exit the room in an orderly fashion."
John stood up along with the rest of the students and slung his bag on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sherlock doing the same. He seemed to be taking his time despite his obvious desire to leave. John frowned at this as they both began walking toward the exit. Sherlock was just a few feet in front of him walking so slowly that other students were beginning to push past him.
"Maybe he's waiting for...me?" John thought. His heart leapt at the idea, but he quickly pushed it out of his mind. He didn't want to get his hopes up like that. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of this opportunity.
"Sherlock!" He called as they both finally squeezed their way out of the classroom.
Sherlock quickly turned around at John's voice and let out a brief smile as John stopped in front of him.
"Hello John." Sherlock said, his baritone flowing through John's entire body. He felt himself shiver.
"Hey, I was just wondering, uh, how you thought you did on the test?" John asked, burying his hands in his pocket and refusing to meet Sherlock's eyes. How could this man turn him into a stuttering idiot?
However, Sherlock seemed not to notice John's anxiety and instead shrugged.
"It was pretty easy despite being extremely boring." He answered, his mouth tilting into a small smirk.
John chuckled. Normally, Sherlock's blunt and arrogant nature would have been an immediate turnoff, but somehow it made him more fascinating and attractive.
"I don't think I hate the subject near as much as you do, but I can't argue that is a bit dull." John said with a half-smile.
Sherlock nodded, looking down at his feet. An awkward silence quickly seeped into their conversation. John racked his brain, searching for something, anything to say before Sherlock left. Finally-
"So what are your plans for the summer?" He asked quickly.
"'What are your plans for the summer?' Could you've said something more idiotic John!" he thought angrily to himself. However, Sherlock seemed happy to answer.
"Well, I want to stay in London, but it is so expensive." He replied. "I even have my eye on this little flat, but I would need a roommate."
Sherlock let out a cold laugh, looking away. John saw pain flash across his face before Sherlock's stone expression return.
"But who would want to room with me?" He concluded.
"I would."
The words left John's mouth before he could stop them. "Oh great." he thought. "You really blew it this time." But as he looked up at Sherlock, his reaction once again surprised him. He looked shocked alright, but he was smiling.
"Really?" Sherlock asked tentatively. "You would want to room with me?"
John smiled back, his heart thumping his chest.
"Of course! I mean, uh, yeah I would." He quickly corrected. "I happen to be looking for a place to live over the summer, but I couldn't afford London by myself."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed and he frowned slightly. John's heart sunk. He knew he should have gotten his hopes up. No way Sherlock Holmes would want to room with a nobody like-
"How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock asked suddenly.
John looked up in surprise at Sherlock's question.
"Uh, what?" He muttered rather confused.
Sherlock stood up straight, placing his hands behind his back.
"I play the violin when I am thinking and sometimes I don't talk for days." He explained. "Would that bother you?"
Sherlock's lips began to curl into a grin as he continued.
"I just think potential flat mates should know the worst about each other."
John breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly.
"No, I think I could deal with that." He replied quickly.
Sherlock nodded curtly, still grinning slightly.
"Well then we will meet tomorrow at 2 pm and take a look at the flat." He said. "I will see you then."
John nodded in response as Sherlock turned and began to walk away down the hall. Then suddenly he flipped his head back around at John.
"Oh and the address is 221 B Baker Street." He said with quick wink. "Afternoon!"
And with that, Sherlock disappeared into the sea of students leaving John standing there heart-a-flutter and still smiling.
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