Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

The job interviews

"anyway" I said while getting out of the bedroom with my bag, "I'm heading over".
"all the best" said Rosie. I was going to submit my resume to some companies and if I'm lucky enough they'll call me for interview as well for my previous company was kind, extremely kind that in my LOR they wrote nothing bad about me, or my behaviour.
"you could've just applied online you know" adviced Sherlock putting down his violin, it's enchanting to have his violin being played in the morning, just makes them more serene.
"you know I like it traditional" I explained, "besides this way they'll see me, sometimes looks may win".
John laughed at my confidence, not in an insulting way, just surprised to find my way of getting a job is different from theirs.
"But I believe you can get a job with that amount of talent anyway" said he.
And yes, since I've moved in here I made some illustrations on my iPad and they were awstruck. And the praises boosted my confidence enough to reject small companies. Even though at this moment I'd accept any one of them honestly.
"Melody" called my favourite voice finally, "all the best".
"thank you Sherlock" I replied, smiling at him, perhaps I was beaming, "do you have work today?"
"nothing for which I need to go out, yet" he informed.
"so I was thinking..." I may have liked our small talks and banters as well that I'm suggesting to have some more, "will you come to pick me up?"
"sure" he agreed without hesitating, "time?"
"I don't know yet, I'll call you when I'm done" I replied as he nodded and wished me best again. I headed off to the companies I short listed. Before looking one more time back at the window, yes there they are, the three very best people with their thumbs up for me.
After submitting my resume to a company I was asked to wait, The HR was quite satisfied with my work so she may call me for an interview they informed. I called my mum to tell her the exciting news and as every mother she was concerned about my lunch, 'get some lunch' she ordered and I had to agree. It was lunch time anyway and if I were to be interviewed it would be after half an hour so I searched for a restaurant near by. There was one, quite affordable, but who likes to eat alone? so I called for the detective to accompany me, as he promised, "hey" I said on the phone as he received it.
"How was it Melody?" said the man from the other end.
"yeah the HR liked it, I may get a call from them after lunch" I answered.
"that's awesome" said he and apparently explained the whole thing to Rosie, I heard her 'yey' from the the other side of the phone, it was cute, it made me giggle.
"Sherlock?" I asked him.
"yes?"
"I'm having lunch, will you be ... will you join me? please?"
He was silent for some time, perhaps checking his schedule.
"send me your location pin" I obeyed like a child and did as he said, he reached in ten minutes and sat at my table.
"so... here we are" he said.
"yes, I've ordered my lunch, you should order yours too".
He too ordered something, he doesn't eat much though.
"so I..." I was about to tell him all the things about the company with utter excitement until my phone rang and it was Lucas. I knew Sherlock noticed it, his smile disappeared as soon as he saw lucas's name popping up on my phone screen. I didn't recieve the call and turned the silent mode on so he doesn't disturb me.
"he might want to talk" suggested Sherlock, that I should pick it up.
"no use" I said and tried to smile, "leave him it's just... we don't want the same thing."
"I thought you do" said Sherlock, seeming bothered a little, "a distraction from Marc, that's what you wanted from Lucas, and that's what he's willing to give".
I knew I was again putting up a fight as I inhaled before replying, I was agitated, "you don't know what I fucking want" I wanted him to pardon my french, his wide eyes and furrowed brows told me my language offended him, "no body knows what I want... Not even me".
"then figure it out first" Sherlock replied, he wanted to say more but the waiter brought our lunch, we thanked him.. I meant he thanked him for serving it. I was in no way in a mood to smile at him.
"no one will understand me ever" I murmured while taking my fork.
"I do" Sherlock replied under his breath, it was hard to hear but not impossible, "for once open up Melody ".
"OPEN UP WHAT?" I almost yelled, it was loud enough that the people around us stared at me, Sherlock looked around and smiled at them awkwardly, telling them nothing is there to be concerned we're fine.
As he looked at me I tried to speak in a lower voice, "open up what? about how I've always felt uninvited? that I don't fit in?"
He stared at me, he noticed there was tears in my eye, yes if I'm overwhelmed by my emotions I cry, I cry alot, "that even in school everyone said they wanna be doctor or teacher or even engineer and I, an artist? that my teachers even shook their head on it?"
"but you are an artist, a mildly well known infact " Sherlock reminded me while taking a bite of his meal.
"yes, that's true, but what about that time when my college friends thought I'm weird because I liked sports and they didn't?"
"Marc Parker, a famous sports personality, your ex, what did your friends say to that?" he reminded me again.
"but he left... he left me into pieces " perhaps I loved him way too much to let go of the fact that I was partly responsible for the break up as well.
"when you started dating Marc, he already had his suitor, Ashley isn't it?" well, he knew that too.
"yes he did, but he would've left her for me."
"yet he didn't "
"Because I..." I stopped myself from saying the wrong I did to him, "nevermind."
"spill the beans and eat... you have ten minutes " he gestured towards my food which was getting cold, while munching his own.
"there's nothing to spill..." there was no way I could lie and get away with when it's Sherlock, "I was about to sleep with another man".
Sherlock stopped munching and stared at me, waiting for me to speak more.
"don't be surprised, I didn't , I was about to actually... I even told him that..." I reminisced the scenes and those were... unbearable for now, "I don't need him, he may go to Ashley ".
We both silently munched our food, for I think we knew how wrong it was, "guess that's what he did".
I said under my breath as I put down my fork. Sherlock too put down his as he uttered, "he was your first time... you know... you and Marc... you both" the way he hesitated forming the sentence, it indicated what he intended to enquire. It was cute to see him like that,
"yes" I said giggling and getting up, "he was my first time, he took my virginity, or perhaps I gave him".
He looked down while smiling perhaps he was hiding his pink cheeks, then again acquiring his serious expression he looked up, "you must understand by now that sex is not a way to move on isn't it Melody ".
That made me think, "maybe! now that I think, I slept with Lucas because he's hot, not because I love him..." I trailed off as I realised, "so I don't love Lucas?"
"I believe you don't" his smile widened, "you've got misconception of love and attraction, they're different Melody ".
"how so?"
"you still think of Marc, not because he left, because you think you did him wrong maybe that can be considered a bit of love" he explained.
"a bit of love? not completely love?" I asked, I was surprised, if this is not love I wondered what is.
"real love is different I guess, can't tell you, have not been in love" he replied getting up from his seat.
"you've never been in love?" I was stunned, a man in his forty, still single, and... is he... "then ... are you a virgin?"
His embarrassment was evident, "mmm nope".
"oh" I said, quite an awkward moment it was.
"not as experienced as you either, just two times, different women, never out of love" he clarified.
"you ever wondered?" I enquired "how wonderful it'd be if it's done with a person who's loved by you, and loves you back?"
He nodded, "now I do wonder that, whether it'll ever happen..." he checked time on his phone and apparently were late, "Melody we can talk later, it's time you should go back."
We hurried to the office and eventually they called me in, stealing a glance at Sherlock before entering and seeing him smiling filled me with confidence, I was ready for the interview.