Sherlock's POV
I'm tired of HST already.
It's annoyingly predictable. I can already see the outcome of this.
Oh, shut up.
Rude.
I look up when a shadow covers my face. My jaw drops.
"ANDERSON?!"
Shit fuck no.
Anderson gives me an ugly smile.
"Happy to see me?"
"Still looking like crap, I see," I mutter.
He drops his smile. "Why, you little-"
He tackles me onto the ground.
Not again.
He punches me in the stomach and I groan, trying to pull him off me."When did you get so fat, Andy?"
He smiles coldly. "Never know when to shut up, do you? Well, this should show you."
He raises his fist and I clench my eyes shut and-
Nothing.
I hesitantly open my eyes, and I have to squint to see the figure holding Anderson's fist back.
"Not cool."
I feel two arms lifting me up and I immediately smack the nearest object.
I hear Anderson's whiny voice and I snicker. "My nose!"
"My nose!" I mimick in a high-pitched voice.
I realize that I'm standing now and I yank the arms off, turning to scowl at their owner.
When I see, all I can do is stare.
Don't get me wrong, this isn't love at first sight. He's just creepily perfect.
Ugh.
Golden blonde hair. Big blue eyes and pink, full lips. And, oh god that's weird, perfect white teeth peak through his mouth.
He's a living Ken doll.
I scan him quickly and smirk, using Anderson' so head as an armrest.
This is going to be interesting.
