I promise this chapter will be at least double the last.
10:00
Sherlock's been coming in and out with very few words. I can't believe I got stuck with some weirdo. He bursts in the door for the tenth time, and I say, "Sherlock, for God's sake, choose in or out! You're not even doing anything when you're here!" Sherlock finally pauses and I get an actual look at him- He's gorgeous. His hair is dark and very curly, he's extremely tall with a nice arse… I shouldn't be thinking like this.
"I'm pacing the hallways. It's too cramped in here to do so. Sorry to have bothered you." He turns to leave.
"Sherlock, wait. Don't you think we should get to know each other? I mean, we're going to be living together for the next year or so." He pauses with his hand on the doorknob and slowly turns around with a smile on his face.
"That sounds like a lovely idea! I can tell you're troubled at home. Your dad and you haven't been getting along, by the looks of it. You used to play rugby, but you hurt your knee and have a slight limp from it. Physical therapy hasn't treated you well, has it? That's why you quit going after the second one and just told your mum you were. You seem to have a thrill for adventure, but you never have any… Majoring in medicine. Possibly homosexual, given your demeanor and the way you just checked out my arse. Shall I keep going?" I stare at him dumbfounded.
"How did you-"
"No matter. How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock sits on the edge of his bed cross legged.
"It's pretty, I guess. I don't really listen to it. You really have a habit of cutting people off, you know."
He just shrugs. "I suppose. I play violin, and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. I hope you're okay with that. Roommates should know the worst about each other."
"That's fine… What're you majoring in, then?"
"Criminology," is all he says. He jumps up and begins putting his clothes into his dresser. "John Watson," he says after a few minutes.
I look up from the book I picked up. "What?"
He doesn't answer.
"Hey- Why'd you think I'm gay? Because I'm not."
"Like I said, no straight man would check my arse out." Sherlock smirks. I blush. "It's okay, you know. Being gay." With that, Sherlock is out the door again.
"I'm not gay!" I yell, even though he's probably long gone.
12:00
I walk to the food court with Sherlock. I somehow got him to agree to come along. We're walking in silence until Sherlock pulls out a carton of cigarettes and lights one.
"Sherlock! You can't smoke here!"
He takes a drag from the cigarette. "It helps calm me."
"But what are you even stressed about?"
He doesn't answer. "Come on, put the cigarette out, Sherlock!"
"Fine!" He throws it on the ground and stomps on it. He turns his nose away like a child would when they don't get their way.
"Don't be like that. You're slowly killing yourself, you know?"
"Of course I know." He snaps. I just roll my eyes. He seems quite pretentious, this one. We reach the food court and part ways to get food. I watch as Sherlock picks up an apple and goes to pay. I buy a slice of pizza and a bottled water. We meet back up and sit down at one of the tables.
A woman walks past Sherlock and says, "Hello freak!" She's gone before I can say anything.
"Who was that?"
"Her name is Sally Donovan. No one of importance."
"No one of importance?! She can't just call you freak-"
"It happens all the time. Don't worry," he retaliates. A man that looks at least 22 takes the seat next to Sherlock.
"Hello, Gary," Sherlock greets.
"It's Greg. How many times do I have to tell you?" He turns to me. "Who's this?"
"John Watson. Pleasure to meet you." I shake his hand.
Greg smiles. "You must be new here. It's odd Sherlock's actually sitting with someone, let alone actually sitting in the food court. He's not exactly the most popular."
"Oh? I thought you were new here too Sherlock?"
"No, this is my second year. I skipped a grade." Sherlock turns his beautiful green eyes towards me and we make eye contact. No, shut up, John. They're eyes. Just because they're green and beautiful and- No no no. "It is true I don't have any friends."
Greg scoffs. "Right. Well, I'd better be off, then. Take care of Sherlock, John." He stands up and walks away, not before winking at me. I raise my eyebrows and decide to go back to eating. Best not to question it.
Sherlock and I sit in a comfortable silence while I eat. He just watches as I eat. "Aren't you going to eat?" I finally ask.
"No, not hungry." He goes back to just staring.
"...Right. Well, let's head back to our dorm. Appreciate the day before classes start, yeah?" I chuckle. Sherlock nods, stands up briskly, and starts walking towards the dorms. I follow suit.
"Slow down! My legs are too short." I laugh, and I think I even see a smile from Sherlock. He slows down to my pace. "Do you have a girlfriend that'll be in our dorm all the time?" I smile.
"No," He says curtly.
"Boyfriend, then?"
"Nope." He smiles.
"Right."
21:00
I fluff my pillows as Sherlock makes his bed. I laugh when he finally lays down and the twin mattress is far too short for him. "Don't say a word."
"I didn't think you actually slept." I go in the bathroom that's joined with our dorm. I quickly shower and change into my pyjamas. I come back out to find Sherlock back at his desk using his laptop. I roll my eyes.
"Mind if I turn off the lights?" I ask. Sherlock shakes his head, so I turn off the overhead light. I climb into bed. "G'night, Sherlock."
Johnlock maybe next chapter? Idk. How was it?