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This chapter is from Julies POV
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Chapter 3
"So," I said to John, trying to stop blushing. "I, um, really like your blog."
"thank you." Said John, not really knowing what to say.
"Anna's the one that usually does the talking." I said with a smile
John laughed softly. "Yeah, Sherlock normally does the talking for us too."
I nodded and shifted in my seat, contemplating making an excuse to go home.
"Do you want some tea?"
"Oh, that would be lovely, thanks." I said.
"I'll take some too." Anna almost shouted into Sherlock's ear.
"Alright," said John, moving towards the kitchen. "What about you, Sherlock?"
He ignored everyone and continued with the case.
Feeling awkward I offered to help with the tea. Anna grinned at the awkwardness.
John accepted the offer and once we were in the kitchen asked:
"So, what do you do besides detective work?"
"Art, mostly. But I dabble."
"Oh," he said. "Have you sold many paintings?"
"Haven't sold any painting actually. I do paint a bit but mainly I sketch, I've sold some of those, not enough to make any sort of living though."
"You should show some to me sometime. I bet you're a great artiest"
"I'd love to show you some. I know most people say things about how awful their art is but I'm actually quite proud of everything I don't toss in the fire."
"John can come over tomorrow. I have some errands to run." Anna said grinning
I blushed slightly but didn't feel quite as awkward as before. "Well," I said. "Um, would you like to?"
"Sure," John smiled.
"You two have fun tomorrow" Anna winked
I gave Anna the death stare and she laughed.
"Will you all shut up I am trying to focus!" Sherlock yelled, slamming his hands on the table. Anna covered her mouth to stop laughing and made a croaking sound. After a moment of slight shock I couldn't help but giggle.
Anna cleared her throat, after finally stopping and quietly said "Sorry."
I pulled myself together and said:
"Oh, I think the tea is ready."
"Yeah. You should get the tea." Anna said still snickering
John and I poured it and I gave Anna a cup. John and I sat down on the couch with ours.
"How's your tea?" John said
"It's great," I said.
"Julie what time is it?"
"Hm?" I said, lost in thought for a moment. "Oh, uh, seven."
"I need to make that chicken!"
"Oh! I completely forgot about dinner!" I said.
"I think we might need to order in tonight. By now the chicken is ruined"
"Yeah. Pizza?"
"Sounds good."
"We should really go." I say to John getting up
"Okay," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I said glancing down at my half full cup of tea.
"Well, I'm out." Anna said, being the first to walk out.
I placed my cup down on the table. "Bye John," I said.
The next day after Anna had left I was sitting at the table working on a sketch. It was a peaceful field, quite the opposite of my usual but I was feeling rather happy.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I had been so immersed in my art that it startled me, causing a dark streak to go through the sky.
"Darn it," I muttered but went to answer the door before fixing it.
I opened the door and saw John, as I expected to.
"Hi, Julie," he said.
"Hi, John. Come on in." I said as I stepped away from the door.
John walked near the table and said "Lovely drawing. Minus the streak."
"Oh, thanks," I said. "I should warn you the other drawings aren't quite like this one."
John looked confusedly at me.
"Well, most of them are sorta... well depressing or dark or something."
"How so?"
"Oh, you know just dark forests, uh, burning buildings... Children sitting under trees, um, crying."
John took a step away from me and stared in shock
"Rough childhood," I mumbled.
"Oh." John looked relieved
"Yeah," I said awkwardly. "Um, if you don't want to see them then that's okay."
"I want to see them." He said quickly
"Alright. I'll go get my folder. Um, have a seat." I motioned towards the couch. As I headed for my room I tried to catch my breath. I hate awkward situations and I had been having so many awkward moments with John that I almost wanted him to leave.
When I returned with the folder John was sitting on the couch. "Well," I said uncertainly. "Here they are."
He opened the folder, flinched slightly and continued
"Oh, yeah," I said. "I should have warned you about that first one."
He nodded John continued flipping through the pictures. He stopped on one of them.
"This one's interesting," he said.
I leaned over and saw one of my favorites, a bottle full of different little symbols. "Bottle of emotions," I said, hoping his reaction wouldn't be too bad.
"Ah," he said. "It's quite nice."
"What?" I said, surprised that he liked it.
"I said it's nice."
"Oh, um, thank you."
"I think anyone could enjoy this one. Everyone knows what it feels like to hide emotions."
"I suppose you've had more experience with that," I said. "Being a doctor."
"Yeah," he said.
Just then Anna walked in. John and I looked up.
"Oh, hi," I said.
"Did I interrupt something?"
"No. We were just taking a look at some of my drawings," I said.
"Oh, which one?"
"Well we've looked at quite a few."
"Ok. I got a new chicken." Anna said excitedly
"Great."
John looked at his watch. "I should probably be going," he said.
"Okay. Bye, John." I said
"Bye John." Anna said in the kitchen already putting the chicken in a pan.
"See you later Julie, Anna," John said as he walked out.