Mycroft's P.O.V
Greg's the only person that I would ever share a dorm with, but I honestly didn't have a choice either way. He was the only person who would put up with me. And, I was so glad he did.
Then next day after classes, the four of us went back to the house of mine and Sherlock's parents. We said hello to our parents, and both my mother and father commented that Greg had really grown up, which they always did whenever they saw him.
They were completely right.
He used to have tanned, pimply skin and a blush that always peppered his face. He had dark brown hair that he always kept short, and big round glasses, just like mine. He was about 5 ft 4, and quite chubby.
Now, he still had tanned skin, but he'd been able to clear it up. He still blushed a lot, but it might have been because of how often he smiled. He had bleached his hair and dyed it a light pink. He had grown out his hair a bit more, and it hung below his ears and just over his eyes. He had had a major growth spurt and was nearly as tall as my brother now (about 5ft 11). I'm still taller, however (6ft 1). He hadn't just thinned out, he was now quite muscular and strong. I was proud of how much he'd grown up.
"Whose choice is it?" My brother asked.
"Greg's this week, I think..." John mumbled, obviously trying to recall our timetable that we never actually wrote down. It was a verbal agreement.
"Yes! We're doing Good Riddance!" Greg cheered. I couldn't help but grin.
"Alright, Greg. Whenever you're ready." John smiled. Greg nodded, tuning his guitar and shooting me a nice smile.
Another turning point,
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist,
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this
Test and don't ask why
It's not a question,
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
I knew that he resonated with this song. Although it was originally written about a breakup that ended bitterly, he saw something different it. His dad had been in his life, but quite abusive, for 10 years, and then left him and his mum after his 10th birthday. He hated his father, and for a good reason too.
So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf,
In good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth,
It was worth all the while
By now, my brother had joined in on his violin, I'd joined in on the piano, and John spent the time looking between the sheet music and Greg.
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
He played the outro, and I could see how nervous he had been. He had no reason to be; he sounded amazing. He had a very similar range to Billie Joe, meaning he sung Green Day a lot.
"Okay, you're singing that one from now on. You sounded way better than me." John laughed.
"Wait- does that mean-?"
"Would you be our second lead singer?" John asked.
I looked over at Gregory and thought he might cry. He ran over to each one of us and gave us each a hug. He ran over to me and hugged me so tight I thought I might burst. I could feel the excitement radiating off of him. He was such a sweet boy and deserved so much more than the world gave him.
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"Can we go over a song together, Mike? I rented out the music room."
"Of course. Let's go."
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No Left Brain - Sherlock AU
Teen Fiction(If you've read my Sherlock Oneshot book, then you might know where this idea started) (All art by me) John, Sherlock, Greg and Mycroft all got into the same university. They also started a band together, but they need another member. Mycroft turns...
