AN: Hello again. I am back and I bring Kidlock and descriptions of Jawwn's house. This one is more descriptive than what I usually write BUT I wanted to try something different. Hopefully it is still good:)
Enjoy my friends:)
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Prompt word by: Methurr/Jade
Sleepover:
The evening drew closer and all of the light seemed to be sucked out of the sky. The only source remaining being the moon shaped streetlights that hung like orbs in the summer sky and the last dregs of sunlight that fought the all encompassing darkness. Blackness swept over a short cul-de-sac and settled snugly like a blanket over the wet ground. There was a loud crunch of tyres on wet gravel and a posh-looking black car drove round the corner into the street, headlights swinging crazily. The bright lights of the car shot sharp shadows over the street before the vehicle came to a stop in front of a house with a green door. A lanky eleven year old boy, jumped lightly out of the back, curls springing as he landed on the ground. An impeccably dressed twenty two year old also stepped, rather more elegantly than his younger brother, out of the dark car. As he stepped away from the car he flicked a wide black umbrella open to cover himself from the light spray coming from the sky. The young boy fumbled with the boot and dragged a plain black suitcase out of it, dropping it to the floor with a muted thud. The young man with the umbrella picked up the suitcase and pulled out the handle, wheeling it along the damp ground while simultaneously pulling the dark haired boy under the protection of the umbrella. The young boy knocked lightly, hesitantly, on the green door. From behind the wooden door there came a joyous shout, then the door was wrenched open, echoing in the hallway as it slammed against the wall.
"John!" Came an angry woman's voice from around the corner. "Ah, hello Sherlock. Good evening..." She trailed off, not knowing what the impeccably dressed strangers name was.
"Mycroft Holmes," he said smoothly, "Sherlock's brother."
"Younger I assume?" The short woman said, laughing lightly.
"Of course." Mycroft replied with a small grin. " Now, you be good Sherlock." The elder Holmes reached down and fondly stroked his younger brother's hair. "I'll pick you up at eleven tomorrow. Have fun."
With that he stepped out of the door, swinging the umbrella open leaving Sherlock to awkwardly greet his best friend. But there was no room for awkwardness in the Watson household and John dragged Sherlock by the hand into the kitchen with his mother. The young Holmes was struck by how similar John and his mother looked. They both had the same sandy hair (though hers was longer, obviously) , the same kind eyes and the same warm and welcoming smile. So Sherlock was surprised when a moody looking seventeen year old walked into the room. The girl had long browny red hair and unfriendly looking hazel eyes. She had bright pink headphones rammed in her ears and Sherlock could hear the bass thumping from five feet away from her.
"This is my sister Harriet." John said, gesturing at her.
"Uggh, just call me Harry." She growled, grabbing a bar of chocolate and stomping out of the kitchen. She looked nothing like John or his mother.
"Is she okay?" Sherlock asked timidly.
"She's a teenager, sweetheart." Mrs Watson said, "You'll be like that one day. You too John."
The two boys turned to each other and began to chuckle quietly before laughing loudly in sync. Mrs Watson gave the boys a kind smile and shooed them out of the kitchen saying that she'd let them no when dinner was ready. The two boys lingered in the hallway for a while before John pulled Sherlock into the living room. The shorter boy slumped into a comfy looking purple leather couch. It was dark and old so the leather was soft and moulded to John's shape. He patted the space next to him and Sherlock sat down, keeping both feet flat on the floor and his back off the sofa. John chuckled at his friend saying, "Relax."
Sherlock did just that. He leant back into the comfortable sofa and tucked his feet under himself, observing the cozy looking room as John fiddled with the many remote controls. The room was painted a warm reddish purple colour and the heavy curtains were light with purple sections. On the opposite side of the room there was a large brown armchair that looked like it hadn't been sat on in a while. Between the armchair and the sofa they were relaxing on there was a larger, lumpier brown and red sofa. Opposite that sofa there was a roaring fire and on the mantelpiece above the fire there were four framed photographs: one of a younger John eating an ice-lolly with his blond hair messily tucked behind one ear, another was of a younger Harry whose light brown hair was caught in strands on her lips that were stretched in a happy smile, one photo was of John's mother and father on their wedding day as they blew kisses to their friends,arms wrapped tightly around one another, the final picture was of John's proud looking father in his military uniform. Sherlock didn't need to deduce anything to know that the picture was probably the last one John's dad ever featured in.
He was dragged out of his trance by John asking what film he wanted to watch.
"I don't mind, John but isn't dinner soon?"
"Good point, let's watch Doctor Who then." John said happily, grabbing a pillow to shield his eyes from the scariest monsters.
The two boys watched one episode of Doctor Who before Mrs Watson called them into the kitchen-dining room for dinner. The small gathering happily tucked into pasta bake and garlic bread.
Two hours and one bag of skittles later John and Sherlock found themselves in the older boys bedroom ploughing through episodes of Doctor Who and bags of sweets.
"This is our first ever sleepover together Sherlock, isn't that great?"
"It's my first ever sleepover with anybody."
John dropped the jelly bean that was near his mouth. He crawled towards Sherlock and put his face very close to the raven-haired boy's.
"Really?"
"Yes, John."
"Oh, Sherlock." John said, hugging him, "I can't believe this is your first EVER sleepover!"