We're Just Alike You and I (Sheriarty BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 19 - Spin The Bottle

Hopefully this one will make up for the last chapter! I have been looking forward to writing this one actually, and it is the penultimate chapter believe it or not. I'm so sorry is been ages since I updated, I have not excuse! Votes and comments will be cuddled, as long as they aren't mean. Enjoy!! :)

"These jeans with the leather jacket, yeah?" Sebastian said to Jim as he stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom. They had now finished school for good, and the two boys were getting ready for Irene Adler's house party. Everyone in the year had done their exams and were ready to part ways, going off to different colleges and driving down the road to their future.
Irene had organised this house party several weeks ago, hoping that it would be nice final get together, as they wouldn't be seeing each other everyday at school anymore. A lot would probably keep in touch but Jim didn't give a toss about any of the idiots at that school. Well, apart from Sherlock, who wasn't an idiot at all.

"Mm." He replied, distracted by his phone, barely glancing up at Sebastian. The blonde had noticed that Jim had seemed a little distant recently, but didn't pry as he thought it was probably just his expanding work that had taken over his mind.

"Jim, look." He said exasperatedly, turning to face the teen who was sitting on the side of the bed with his phone strapped to his face. Jim looked up momentarily with a hum, his dark eyes quickly scanning the taller boy's form. "Very pretty, darling." He told him with a wave of dismissal. "Maybe wear the other t-shirt with it, though. You look edible in that." He pointed out, grinning widely with a wink.

Sebastian laughed at that, shaking his head and shrugging the jacket off and changing the t-shirt, before sliding it back on again. A few months ago, Jim would've probably eyed Sebastian's bare back with a lick of his lips, but now, he was more interested in the conversation he was having with Sherlock over text. The two boys constantly had witty conversations with each other, and Jim had to keep his little smirks and laughs contained when Sebastian was around, thus the blonde wouldn't get suspicious.

"You ready then?" Sebastian asked him once the jacket was shrugged back on. Jim looked up and nodded, standing up to look at his reflection like the vain little bastard he was. His eyes scanned his reflected face, making sure everything about his appearance looked perfect. Jim firmly believed in first impressions, although tonight would probably be more like a last impression for pretty much everyone who was there. He smoothed his inky hair down and brushed a finger across his face, screwing up his nose in disgust when he saw a small blemish on his chin.

After several moments of running a hand over the horrid, hormone induced thing on his face, and Sebastian tugging at his other hand, pestering him to get a move on, the two boys headed out to the house party. They both had idiot's grins on their faces, each to their own reason. Sebastian's was due to the fact he could have a night out, able to drink as much alcohol as he wanted without his parents knowing. And Jim's? More for the fact that he was able to see Sherlock again, and maybe even be able to make an agreement on that little deal they had. Jim hoped that with a little bit of put on self pity, and a few charming smiles, he would hope lure his intellectual equal into helping him with his plan.

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"How tipsy are we boys?" Irene chirped as she appeared at Greg's side from nowhere. Him, Sherlock, John, and a few of the other of the boys in their year were standing together, a drink in each of their hands. They were laughing over a joke that one of the boys had made, but Sherlock was a little quiet, looking over the heads of students in the dark room to look for Jim. Though trying to search while getting unnoticed was proving to be difficult.

"Not tipsy enough." Greg laughed, turning to face her as she handed him and the other boys another bottle.

"Drink that and come to the spare bedroom on the left. We're playing spin the bottle." She told them, a little loudly though over the music. Her eyes were glinting with amusement at the boy's reactions.