Remember Me (Teenlock)

Chapter Five

John's POV

The rest of the day passed by as it would, but it was Chemistry that I knew Sherlock and I were actually friends. And I'm pretty sure that's when he realised it too. Professor Saunders was having us do a project today. He said we were allowed to choose our lab partners until it got out of control, then he'd change us as necessary. Sherlock knew how to do it, and was trying to explain it, but clearly I didn't get it at all. Especially in his mind. Finally, I gave up on trying to do the project and let him do it himself. It's what he'd have rather done anyways.

When we (he) finished much earlier than everyone else, I decided to strike up a conversation.

"So, why do they call you a freak?"

Okay, so bad choice of words to start a conversation, but I didn't want to not know. It seemed like everyone else knew, but they wouldn't tell me. Might as well ask The Freak himself.

"I've already told you, I don't know," he said.

I shook my head. "That's not true, You just don't want to tell me because you think that I'll think you're a freak too. Am I right?"

Sherlock took in a deep breath and nodded his head before releasing it.

"They call me that because, well because I am really. You see, I'm an expert at deducing things, but I guess it's freakish when I know everything about people just meeting them."

"That would be a bit disturbing, but how can that be true? You didn't know anything about me when you first met me," I said.

"Not true."

"What?"

He sighed. "You think I just picked Yellowcard like a paper out of a hat?"

"Well I-"

"Shut up and listen. When I first met you it took about ten seconds to know everything I needed to about you. You came to my door to say you liked my violining. You were wearing a Blink-182 shirt. I looked around and you had headphones in your right pocket, so you're right handed, and you listen to music often. Considering your shirt, you like more of the punkish genres of music. Now, violin and punk don't usually go together except on a few occasions, and who's the most popular with that? Yellowcard."

I didn't say anything.

Sherlock turned his head. "God, I shouldn't have said anything. Now you do think I'm a freak."

"No, that was. That was amazing. Really amazing."

He spun around to look at me. "Really?"

"Absolutely, but you said you knew everything you needed to know about me. You only talked about my music taste."

"I also said you were right handed. But while we're on the subject, I also know that you have a sibling. A brother who you don't get along with well."

"And you know this how?" I asked.

"Well this one I didn't learn right away. I knew you must've had a sibling because I saw an envelope on your dresser that had your name on it. The writing wasn't particularly nice, so I began to think brother. Although, I couldn't be sure yet, I later knew because the note was sitting outside the envelope and at the end said 'love, Harry'-"

"Wait, pause. You read the letter?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Only slightly, calm down. Anyways, I know you don't get along because you didn't keep the note well kept. You aren't going to see family in four months and you're not keeping your brother's letter nice? Must not get along well," he finished.