A/N: Sorry that it's been a while since I've written anything, I'm going to be a lot better at writing more frequently hopefully :) sorry it's so short, but please enjoy! -Ellie
"So what's the most interesting thing that's happened to the two of you?"
"John seems to find it interesting that everyone thinks we're-"
"Sherlock!"
"-gay. John, it's nearly all you talk about and frankly, it's annoying."
"Yes, I'm the annoying one," John says sarcastically as he opens his computer.
"Are you blogging?" I ask.
"Yeah. I need a title, though. Any ideas?"
"No, no, not really."
"Okay."
We sit in awkward silence for many minutes until Mrs. Hudson enters and sees me sitting in the couch. "Hello, Cameron," she says. "Had a good time, then?"
"Yeah," I say, "Yeah, I did."
"You two didn't take her to any murder scenes, now, did you?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock said. "Of course not."
"Good."
"We took her to a suicide scene."
"Oh my.. Sherlock! She's 14, she doesn't have to see all this…"
"Mrs. Hudson, it's fine. My dad committed suicide after he shot my mom. I'm used to death."
"Oh… Oh, Cameron…"
"I'm over it, really. I swear."
"Cameron, I'm so sorry. When did this happen?"
"I was 2. So I don't really remember. But my sister was fourteen, so she was pretty affected. She's depressed now, but she's doing better. We lived with my grandma until Marilyn went to college, and then I lived with my aunt until now, because my grandma passed away. She was 94," I add, so as not to make them feel too sorry for me, "so it's not all that tragic. But Grandma really did a lot for me."
"I remember that."
We all turn. "What?"
"Read about it."
Silence falls.
"So, Cameron, ready to go to bed? It's nearly eleven."
"Sure. Night, Sherlock, John, nice meeting you guys."
"Nice meeting you, too," John says, closing the door behind us.
I take a shower, Mrs. Hudson's fluffy bathrobe soothing my scummy skin before I get in. After the shower, I check my phone to find a text from Marilyn.
How's England?
Marilyn
I eagerly text back.
fine
She responds almost immediatley.
Met anyone new?
Marilyn
yeah. but they arent my age, theyre adults
Oh. Well, at least you've met people. Are they nice?
Marilyn
nice enough
That's nice. My phone is about to shut down, so I'll talk to you later. Glad to know that you're doing okay.
Marilyn
you too
I plug my phone into the wall, my phone resting on the plain nightstand in Mrs. Hudson's guest room, and I slowly drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I awaken by the beams of sunlight coming through my window. I get up and shuffle to the kitchen, where Mrs. Hudson is making tea.
"Morning!" she greets cheerfully.
I yawn. "Morning."
"I made some tea, here you go."
"Thanks, Mrs. Hudson," I say, taking a sip. The tea is piping hot.
"So since all the schools have the week off this week, and you don't have too much with you," Mrs. Hudson says, "how about we go shopping today? My treat."
"Sure," I say, "I'd love to go!"
"Great," she says, putting her teacup on the counter beside the sink, "let's plan to leave around ten." I check the time on my phone. 9:08. Perfect.
I get dressed in a hurry, slipping on a pair of blue jeans, a nice, aztec-printed shirt, and some boots with a three inch heel that make me about the same height as Sherlock. Ready, I wait in the kitchen.
"Alright," Mrs Hudson said, after five minutes, "Let's go, then."