Thanks for the reviews everyone! I think I'll try to update everyday- My summer isn't that busy right now… Also, would you, as my audience, prefer this rated T or M?

09:30

I wake up to my alarm. My first class is in an hour and a half. "Morning, Sherlock," I call as I walk to the bathroom. He just grunts in response, not looking away from his computer.

I brush my teeth and dress in- you guessed it- a jumper and trousers. I go back into the dorm. "Did you move at all last night?"

"No. Why?"

"I dunno. Just curious. When's your first lecture?"

Sherlock glances at the clock. "About an hour from now."

"I see. What is it?"

"Something pointless, I'm sure," He deadpans. I chuckle.

"Hey- Do you want my phone number?" I pull out my phone.

"I already have it."

"Right. Well, I have to get to my biology lab. I'll see you later." I smile at the back of his head and leave, but not before grabbing the things I'll need for the lab.

13:30

"Can you believe it?! He assigned us homework the first day!" I complain to Sherlock.

"It is university, John. It's to be expected."

I sigh and plop down on my bed. I glance around the room, and notice an arm sitting on Sherlock's dresser. "Please tell me that arm is fake."

"It's not fake."

"Sherlock! Where did you even get that?! You can't just have a human arm in here!"

"I got it from the med lab. I need it for something."

"I seriously doubt it." I get up and walk over to it. "Please get rid of it!"

"Fine." He sighs and stands up from his computer. He just opens a drawer and drops the arm in.

"That's not what I meant! Please, just get rid of it."

Sherlock acts as a child and stalks off with the arm in hand. He's such a mystery to me. One moment, he's composed and mature, and the next he's a child with his sulking.

15:00

Sherlock is once again sitting at his desk, but this time he's looking through a microscope. I'm at my own desk and doing my homework. "What're you doing there?"

"Testing some blood." Is all he says.

"You're not very… Friendly, are you?" I mutter more to myself than him.

"I'm a high functioning sociopath."

"Who says?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Everyone who's had the pleasure to know me. Except for Anderson. He's too stupid too realize I'm a sociopath, not a psychopath." He smiles at me. We fall into a comfortable silence, and I look back down at my homework.

I push my chair back and groan. "I'm going to go stretch my legs. Would you like to come along?"

"Fine," He responds. We both stand up and walk out of the dorm and into the hallway.

"This weekend, we should go to that coffee shop with Greg. He seemed nice."

"That's fine. Try to keep up, will you?" Sherlock smirks at me.

"If you haven't noticed, I have a limp and my legs are considerably shorter than yours!"

"The limp is psychosomatic at this point," He retorts.

I stop dead in my tracks. "And why would it be psychosomatic? I don't have anything stressing me into having a limp! Sorry not everyone's as good as The Sherlock Holmes, you ass!"

Sherlock turns slowly to me, his green eyes piercing through me. We stand staring at each other for a long time. He takes a step toward me, and for a second I expect him to punch me. I flinch away, but not before he captures my lips in a kiss. I freeze.

Woah, I'm kissing Sherlock Holmes. Well, he's kissing me. I'm standing here like a rock. So, I decide to thread my fingers through his curly hair and… kiss back. We break off.

"What-"

"Struck a nerve, did I? I've been wanting to kiss you ever since we met." Sherlock smirks. "I also knew you were gay." He walks away, his coat tail swishing behind him.

I stand where he left me in the hallway, dumbfounded. Again. Bloody Hell, Sherlock. I start walking to the entrance to the dorm building, but nearly run smack into another boy. "Oh, pardon me."

"No, no, pardon me," He smiles. "I don't think I've seen you before… Name's Jim Moriarty."

"Nice to meet you. I'm John Watson." I smile back. "So, uh, which dorm are you in?"

"It's in another building. I best be going though, I've a... meeting... with another student here. It was a pleasure." Jim walks away. Oddly enough, he pauses at Sherlock's and my dorm room and knocks. A few beats later, Sherlock lets him in and closes the door.

"Odd." I walk back to the dorm to grab my laptop, and see the two conversing. "I, uh, forgot this. I'll be out of your hair in a minute." Jim and Sherlock are oddly close to each other, and I feel a surge of jealousy. I shouldn't be jealous. I've known Sherlock for 2 days and we only kissed once. However, I realize Sherlock looks uncomfortable and even a bit angry. I leave as quickly as I came and head to my next lecture a bit early.

I let my mind wander to Sherlock. He's so… Elegant, I guess. He's different but beautiful. Brutally honest. His eyes are amazing. His height is-

My phone starts ringing and I pull it out. It's dad and I'm not really sure I want to answer it. I decide I probably should, and I bring the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, John. How's university treating you so far?"

"Well, I've only gone to two lectures. Waiting for my third to start in about 10 minutes now."

"Ah, I see. Well, I hate that I have to tell you over the phone, but uh, Mum fell down the stairs while at the shopping mall yesterday."

"What?! Oh my God, is she okay?!"

"She's fine. She hit her head and got a minor concussion, as well as a broken arm. She doesn't want you to worry, and she doesn't want you to come rushing back home. We'll keep you updated, okay?

"Right. Can you put her on the phone?"

"She's resting under doctor's orders. I'll have her call sometime soon. Keep your phone on you."

"Alright… G'Bye then, Dad." I hang up the phone.

16:30

After my lecture, I go directly to our dorm room. I couldn't really focus during the lecture and only have half a page of notes.

"Why did Jim come here, by the way?" I ask Sherlock the second he enters the door.

"Just some... Personal business." He pauses. "Don't involve yourself with him."

"Why not?"

"He's very dangerous. He transferred here at the end of last semester, and in his wake, there were 3 deaths. Of course, no one was smart enough to be able to link it to him. He has others do his dirty work for him."

"Hm... Why were you practically backed against the wall by him?"

"Jealous, are we?" Sherlock smirks. "He's very persistent when he doesn't get what he wants. That's all."

JOHNLOCK AMIRITE?! So uh, rated T or M? Feedback is always appreciated.