Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 7: You're different

Michael opened his eyes and looked at his surrounding. He recalled what happened last night: he dozed off when he was having a 'chat' with Sherlock. Michael realised that he was not on the sofa anymore, in fact, he was sleeping on something much comfortable- a bed.

Sherlock's bed.

He rubbed his eyes and got off from bed. He looked at the clock: It's already 11:30 am!.

"I'M LATE!! How did Sherlock not barge in here and flip the bed yet!?" He wore his clothes that he brought in his bag and rushed outside.

Sherlock was sitting beside the window, playing a song on his violin. He suddenly stopped playing and glanced at Michael. "You're extremely late. It's already past 11."

"I know, I'm sorry." Michael apologised. "I best be going now..." He took his bag, and rushed towards the door. "I'm so sorry if I caused any inconvenience."

"Actually-" Sherlock was about to say something but Michael slammed the door behind him. "...fine." He continued playing the violin.

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Michael was now back on the streets on London. He still carried a bit of money- but that's basically all he had. His stomach started to grumble a bit so he decided to go to a nearby cafe.

The cafe was surprisingly crowded on that day and he found a space nearby the window. He looked at the view- it was the perfect weather.

Just then a young girl wearing a simple polka dot dress entered the cafe alone. Wavy strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes, she looked quite elegant.

Michael closely observed her.

She's Christian and looks about my age. Even though she's wearing casual clothing, there are signs that prove she just came back from school.

Her mother or father's absence seems to be the cause of her complicated family background. And from the heavy circles around her eyes, she's obviously tired and needs to take a break.

She looked around and realised that there was no other table available. She was about to leave when he stopped her. "You can sit here if you want." Michael pitied her and let her sit at the other empty spot at his table.

She took a look at me and immediately knew my intention. "I don't need your help." She turned away, suddenly looking a bit furious at me.

"Okay." Michael muttered. He sat back on the chair and looked at the menu. "Though my offer still stands."

She stared at him for a while and her eyes are not so icy cold anymore. She finally sat down. "You're different." She took another menu. Her voice softened. "You're different from the rest."

"I'm June." She shook his hand.

"Mike."

A waiter came towards their table. "Order?" She's probably a newbie because she kept pressing the pen and tapping on her notepad.

"Some nachos please. You?" Michael glanced at June.

"Just a strawberry milkshake. Thanks."

They sat in silence and stared at each other blankly as they ate the food. They didn't know what to say to each other.

She still seemed quite around Michael, but he didn't mind. He ate his nachos in silence, and that's one of the things she like about him.

Just as they were finished eating and about to leave, June stopped him. "So, do you need a stay at my house for a while?"

"What?" Michael was surprised as he didn't mention about it.

"Come on, I might not be as smart as you, but I'm smart enough to know you desperately need a place to stay now." June winked at him.

"Okay..." He didn't know what to say. "Thank you." He looked at her and smiled.

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Not that good at writing about friendships/ relationships, but I hope you like this chapter!

Also just finished the Abominal Bride (from BBC Sherlock) episode, what do you think about it?