By the light of the next day it is apparent to me that Sherlock is very conflicted. He paces across the soft carpeted floors of his bedroom while talking animatedly to me. " Redbeard I really want to go talk to the boy who just moved in but I'm worried he'll hate me just like the other kids." With this remark he sighs and flops down on the bed, his mop of curls splaying across the blue quilt. "What if he's dull like the other children, then we will both be disappointed." He sits up and stares deep into my eyes. Turquoise connects with brown as understanding passes between us. I have no words. I am unable to speak them my tongue is flat and useless and stringing together the beautiful syllables humans use to speak. I wish I had words, I wish I could convey my emotions and leave spoken footprints upon the earth. However this is not my reality, but in that moment I swear Sherlock heard everything I have to say. He leaps up with a smile and beckons me to follow him out the door. "Come along Redbeard lets go introduce ourselves!" He exclaims while racing down the hall. I follow him outside enjoying the feeling of the suns's beams warming my back and the elation of sharing another adventure with Sherlock. Sherlock walks over to John's front step and I watch as his finger hovers over the doorbell an inch away from pressing it. I listen as he whispers a mantra silently to himself. "Please don't be ordinary, please want to be my friend, please don't be boring." With this he presses his shaking finger onto the bell and waits. I hear heavy footfalls from within the house and a woman opens the door and greets us with a warm smile. She is tall and slender with blue eyes that peer out from neatly styled blonde bangs. "Are you here to see John?" She asks Sherlock. He nods nervously and she disappears inside the house. A few moments later the boy appears before us. He gives us a quick smile that lights up his whole face with a soft glowing warmth. "Hello I'm Sherlock your new neighbor." Sherlock stammers, never before had I seen my sharp little Sherlock at a loss for words. "Hello Sherlock I'm John." He responds enthusiastically. John reachs out to pat my head and Sherlock joins him. "This is Captain Redbeard," Sherlock adds. "Nice to meet you Sherlock and Captain Redbeard." John chimes in. With these simple introductions a friendship is born.
