You And I Against The World

Chapter 2 : *ahem*

*Jim's POV*

So Sherlock's hot.

There's no denying it.

He. Is. Hot.

We practically don't know anything about each other apart from the fact that he is just as smart as me, we both hate technology class and we're both sociopaths. But why don't I feel like a sociopath around him and why does he not act like a sociopath around me?

This day has been amazing so far though, finally meeting someone who actually thinks, observes and deduces. He is an amazing, and intriguing person. He's a sociopath with friends. Well, I say friends, he seems to be okay with John, he doesn't like Mary, and he seems to be awkward around Molly and he finds her slightly annoying. Probably because she has a crush on him, it's so painfully obvious and I'm sure that he's seen it too. But what's even more interesting is the fact that he blushed when John said that him and I were flirting together, he then blushed even more when I joked about it. Those are symptoms of a crush aren't they?

Well I'll just have to figure it out won't I. People have had a crush on me before, don't know why, I am literally a psychopath. But I've never had a crush on anyone before, ever. They're all just so boring and predictable, but not Sherlock Holmes... no... No he's different... He's unreadable, a puzzle with a piece missing, and I am that piece. The piece that will make Sherlock Holmes complete.

This is going to be fun...

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After lunch the day went by pretty fast and before I even knew it I was lying on my bed at home. Dad still at work and mum still quite dead. What a bitch for her to die on my birthday too... I mean my birthday already got ruined by one of the most ridiculous but amusing days of the year, April fools, but why not just add that to the first of April as well why don't we.

I'm bored.

I have to sit here and wait for tomorrow... or not.

I jump out of bed, grab my phone, call my hitman, and I tell him to kill-

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*Sherlock's POV*

-one month later-

Beeb Beeb BEEB BEEB BEEB B-

"I hate that alarm..." I groan, it's Tuesday... meaning I have sport... "shiiiiiiiiiiit" I groan again, I get ready for school eat and brush my teeth but as soon as I make it to the front door I am greated by the face of my dearest brother... Mycroft.

"Hello brother mine." He says in his snobby British fucker voice.

"hHi?"

"We need to talk. It's about a friend of yours."

"A friend of mine? I don't have any friends. Or do you mean John? What could he have possibly done?"

"It's not John."

"Then wh-"

"James Moriarty."

"Jim? Jim Moriarty?"

"Jim?"

"He doesn't like being called James so please respect his wishes dearest brother, and call him Jim. Jim Moriarty."

"*ahem* Fine. You need to stay away from Jim Moriarty."

"And why's that?"

"That I can not say, but for your own safety. Stay. Away."