After a couple of months, John started to get the hang of college life. He attended a few parties here and there, while Sherlock usually stayed behind.
College parties weren't as stereotypical as some people make them out to be, but he'll admit to going much too far at one point.
During the weekend, John doesn't have any classes, as well as Sherlock. He was invited to a party down the hall and he was anxious to go.
Although John invited Sherlock, he declined and said he was going to the school's science lab to experiment if he wasn't allowed to experiment in his own room.
John started getting ready once Sherlock left. When he arrived to the party, he was greeted by a friend of his and given a beer can.
He lost count of how many beers he drank, but he could remember flirting with this one girl who didn't seem to mind.
Much to John's surprise, he was able to convince her to go back to his room. He was quite new to one night stands, so he tried to sound as experienced as possible.
As he walked down the hall with this girl, he remembered one thing that his friend had told him in case this was to happen.
He led her into his dorm room and told her to wait for just a moment. She sat on his bed and waited as John reached into his dresser and pulled out one of his socks.
She watched as he checked the halls, tied the sock to the doorknob and shut the door to his room.
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Sherlock had been in the lab for a few hours and decided he had studied enough. He was tired and wanted to go back to his room to relax.
As he walked across campus to get to his dorm, he realized that he was so hard at work that he forgot to eat dinner. Although he wasn't especially hungry, he figured that he may as well eat something small.
He felt around for his wallet, but to his dismay, he had left it in his room. Hopefully John wasn't sleeping.
Once he got to his floor, he could smell the alcohol in the air. He was never much of a drinker, so the smell made him slightly nauseous.
The music was still loud enough to hear through the door. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
Oh sure, he thought, Greg can come into my room and bother me, but a loud party with excessive drinking is just fine.
Once he reached his room, he pulled out his key to get in. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the doorknob.
He wondered to himself numerous times why there was a sock hanging from it. He pushed his ear against the door to listen, but the door was thick and he couldn't hear much.
He had never seen anything like this before. He thought that perhaps he should go inside and ask John what it's for.
Wait, he thought, what if it means that he wants me to stay out? Why would he want me to stay out? Where would I go?
He battled in his mind whether or not he should go inside. As he didn't want to stand outside like an idiot, he opted to go inside. After all, it was still his room.
He inserted his key and opened the door. What he saw horrified him.
"SHERLOCK!"
He wasted no time running the other way and slamming the door shut. As mortified as he was, he saw no other option but to wait in the hallway for them to finish.
Dinner can wait, he thought, I'll just eat in the morning. It's far too late now.
He tried whatever he could to entertain himself in the hallway, but there wasn't much he could do.
He tried spying into other people's rooms, he paced the halls several times, he even tried to do a handstand right outside his door at one point. How long were those two going to take?
Eventually, he was too tired to do anything. He just sat on the floor and waited. Waiting made him even more tired and he lay on his side to rest for a bit.
Before he knew how long he was there for, he closed his eyes.
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John was embarrassed. After all, it is understandable to be embarrassed when your roommate barges in on you like that.
After he was done, he apologized to the girl and she gave him a weird look. Maybe he wasn't supposed to do that.
They both got dressed and John walked her to the door, she opened it and looked back to him.
"Your friend is sleeping on the floor."
John looked past her and saw Sherlock, on his side, snoring. He rolled his eyes and said he would take care of it.
Once she was out of sight, John stepped toward Sherlock and stopped right in front of him. He thought he should do something to him as revenge, but not tonight.
He tried to wake him up, but he was a heavy sleeper. John crouched down to his level and nudged him, only to be met with Sherlock's arm swiping at him. He went right back to snoring.
John then did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed Sherlock by underneath his arms and dragged him back inside the room.