This Should Be Intriguing Chapter 35: Lines, a sherlock fanfic

Sherlock Age: 26

Lines are boring. Why do I subject myself to lines? I shouldn't leave the house, it's a boring, dull concept and I do it anyway because I feel the need for food sometimes, and for a way to make money, I have to leave the flat in order to do either of those things. I let out a sigh and impatiently tap my foot, what can entertain me while I wait in this blasted line? WHAT? Oh! Here's an idea, observe everyone, don't say anything, just observe, entertain yourself with their life's story. Oh shut up! You know that's not any fun when you don't have anyone to share your findings with. Oh, you ponce! Text Mycroft. He'd kill you. Yeah, well he's due for some annoyance. He hasn't made contact for several months, maybe he's dead! He's not dead! You'd have heard about it. The people in front of me shuffle forward a bit, creating a space for me to inch forward, which allows me more room to see the people passing me in the streets.

There! That woman, she's recently left her husband, but doesn't feel bad about it, she's holding herself high and has found another man, recently. She's moving in with him, due to the bag, and missing ring with a small tan line. She's smiling, and sort of glowing which might suggest that she's pregnant. That's a nice story. Except, her keys suggest that she's been a bit short of cash. They've been unused recently, suggesting that she hasn't been to her flat or using her car in a few days. Her purse is light and swinging gently from her shoulder. Cute.

There's a girl here I think you'd like.

What the Hell Sherlock?

I'm bored.

There's this girl here, would you like to hear about her?

Will you leave me alone when you're done?

Maybe.

Go.

She just got out of a relationship and is moving in with her boyfriend, she's possitively glowing! You should look at her, she's pregnant too I'd wager.

Is that it?
MH

No, but there's too much to text.

Oh. Leave me be now?

Maybe.

Mycroft, I'm bored.

WELL DON'T BUG ME!

BUT I'M BORED!

And I need to look like I'm busy.

Why?

Someone will take my spot in line if I don't.

You're not in the flat I had arranged for you?

Obviously not!

I didn't see you leave.

I disabled the cameras. Do you think I'm thick?

Don't answer that.

You git! It took me hours to set those up!

SORRY!

I don't like people spying on me.

Stop texting me.

FINE!

The line has moved considerably now, finally. I can see the front now. I let out a little sigh of exasperation. How many minutes had I spent talking to Mycroft? Five? Ten? Not enough. I think that maybe I need a friend sometimes, only on days like this.