The Bridge Between Worlds : A Teen!Superwholock AU

Ch.6 : First Night

Sherlock laid in his new dorm bed with what he assumed was insomnia. It puzzled him, he had never had insomnia before. Is this what it's like? It's horrid...
He turned his head slightly to the right, looking towards his new dorm mate, John. He was in a deep sleep, occasionally making a soft snore. Sherlock envied how easily John fell asleep, while he was forced awake.
Sherlock turned his head back up towards the ceiling. He thought about how his brother was doing in college, not like he cared. He and Anthea, or whatever her name was, are probably out drinking or something stupid like that. Idiots.
Sherlock closed his eyes. The only people he missed in the slightest were his parents. Hopefully they're having a good night sleep right about now. Unlike Sherlock.
He pushed the thought of his parents aside. What about John, what kind of person is he? Strong and brave, yes, but would his personality change over the semester? Sherlock would just have to wait and see.
He started to feel himself fall asleep without realizing. Another dreamless night.

***

Sherlock awoke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing on the desk behind his bed. The thought that he would have to get up out of his comfortable bed and go out and "socialize", frustrated him. He eventually forced himself out of bed with tired agony. He hit "snooze" on the alarm, and it finally stopped blaring. He turned to see if John had woken up, but he seemed to be a very deep sleeper and kept snoring in his bed. Sherlock wondered if he should even bother waking him up, but he didn't see a future where he gained anything from John running late.
"John," Sherlock said in a slightly raised voice whilst pull John's bed covers off of him, "Wake up."
John groaned and slowly pulled his pillow on top of his head. "Stupid school..." he muttered, "Makin' me wake up at..." he yawned, "..five AM..."
Sherlock was already gathering his clothes for a quick shower, not bothering to make a second attempt to wake John up. Sherlock would admit he was just as tired as John, maybe even more tired. He didn't really care at that point, he just wanted to get through the day. Then get through this week, then this year, and then just get out of this stupid school.

***

As soon as Sherlock finished his shower, he was greeted with a half-dressed, half-asleep John at the doorway.
"Do you... need the shower?" Sherlock asked.
John's eyes shot open, "yeah..YEAH! I do, sorry. Excuse me.." he said while pushing past Sherlock. Sherlock watched him close the door, hopefully he won't fall back to sleep in the shower.
Sherlock started looking around the floor to find his jacket that he probably dropped yesterday evening while taking it off. He found it and picked it up, along with his shoes that he started to put on.
It wasn't long before John finished his shower and started to get dressed as well. He seemed a bit more awake than earlier and picked out a sweater to wear in his small suitcase.
"So uh, Sherlock is it?" John started.
Oh goody... Sherlock thought, questions.
"How'd you know all that stuff about me and my sister-?"
"Wait, what?" Sherlock interrupted, "sister?"
"Yeah, my..." suddenly John realized, "Oh right, you got that part wrong. You said my brother, but I only have a sister."
"But.. Harry-"
"Is short for 'Harriet', yes."
"UGH!" Sherlock slammed his hand against his forehead, "There's always something..."
"No-no, it's okay! You were brilliant!" John encouraged, "but still, how did you know?"
"Deduction," Sherlock sighed, still frustrated about what he got wrong earlier, "Eliminate the impossible, and whatever's left must be true."
"I see," John said, obviously not understanding.
Sherlock slowly turned his head, and stared at him. Why did he want to go into the army? Sherlock searched John's face looking for any hints. He started to think that maybe his father's death may be his inspiration. Sherlock nearly burst out and tell John about the fact he had just learned about him, but he had already got up to go get his backpack for school. This made Sherlock remember to do the same, and they both walked out the door together. It wasn't exactly a friendship, or that they walked as close as they could to each other. But they walked together.

A/N:
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