Chapter 12

"Do I really have to go?" Sherlock moaned as he picked up the violin bow and rolled his eyes at John's suggestion. John folded his arms, not the violin again! "Cinemas are dull, boring, why can't I just stay here?" Sherlock outdrew the bow towards him as a signal of annoyance. Did he really think that's he'd want to go to a cinema with "them?"

"Because if I let you do that you'll have the whole flat down as soon as I walk out the door." John snapped turning his back on Sherlock, he bent down and straightened up the mess on the coffee table (Sherlock's strange formulas and experiments) he shut his eyes and sighed when he glanced down at something growing in a small Petri dish. "Come on Sherlock, all you have to do is sit down and watch a screen, please; I've already told the girls that your going- you don't want to let them down do you?" John tilted his head with a fake a smile that even Sherlock had to grin at. "Make yourself presentable, it'll be time to go soon." John called over his shoulder as he walked off to his room to get ready.

"I'm not sitting with Page." Sherlock yelled grabbing the violin from off the floor and placing it under his chin. Faintly he could hear John calling back from behind the closed door.

"Well you're not sitting next to me, and you're not sitting next to Sarah."

Sarah and Page were standing beside the cinema screen door chatting to one another as they waited for Sherlock and John to come back with the snacks. John was fuming; Sherlock could be so...so awkward and stubborn when he wanted! He had been complaining all night about he wasn't going to be sitting beside Page throughout the film. "Will you stop this, you're so childish!" John snapped quietly as he waited for the popcorn, Sherlock grinned to the floor and slouched off.

As they entered the darkened screening room, Sherlock made sure he was behind John, even if this meant pushing past Sarah. He was going to get his way! As soon as John sat himself down, Sherlock bound his way across the row and sat right beside him. John gave him the evils and hissed at him, telling him to move up one so that Sarah could sit beside him. "I'm comfy now." Was all he said back, his eyes glued to the blank cinema screen. John sighed and gave in, he got up and sat on the opposite seat. Therefore, it went, Sherlock, John, Sarah and then Page.