The Red Game [ Teenlock/Johnlock BBC]

John.

• John P.O.V

This morning I didn't wanted to wake up. After a night like yesterday, who would have? I snoozed a thousand time to find out that I missed the whole first and second period, damn it. I forced myself to get up and get ready. I walk out of my house and surprise! Pouring rain. What a wonderful day. I called a cab, I'm not going to ride my bike under this kind of weather. The ride took ages due of the traffic, the cabbie was yelling at the other cars and it gave me a headache. We live in a mad world.

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Thank God, it's over. Two hours and a half of pure pain, really. My French teacher was absent today and all the students in my class talk all the class, very loudly. At some point, I just wanted to tell them to shut the hell up but I don't have time to waste on them. I just laid my head on my desk and tried to rest.

The rain stopped and I don't have my bike or money to take a cab, no choice, I'll walk.

The streets are unusually empty around the school, it's like everyone ran home. I would have done that but I'm too tired to run at the end. I put my earpods and turned my music on. Calm music to relax my brain a bit, it's really not the moment for rock or worse, heavy metal... I would die if I listened to something like that right now.

So, I'm slowly walking home. I shortcut through a park and saw Sally's friends sitting under a wooden gazebo. I saw them stop talking and stared at me. I accelerated my steps, trying to do not look in their direction, who knows... I don't want to provoke them.

Couples of minutes laters, I arrived in front of my house. I was searching for my keys when I saw a tall dark curled-hair boy, resting on the wall next to my door.

"I never told you where I was living.", I said with a smile in the corner.

"You never told, but I observed."

"That sounds creepy, Sherlock."

"Does it...?", he said, raising a eyebrow.

We laughed as I opened the door.

"There we go..."

I took his coat and hang it next to mine. Sherlock was looking around with a curious look.

"Make yourself at home, Sherlock."

"Ok...", he answered slowly.

"Do you want something? I don't know, Tea maybe?"

"Tea would be great...", he said.

I walk into the kitchen while Sherlock sit in a chair in the living room. I prepare two cups of tea before getting back to Sherlock. I sit and take a sip. Sherlock is staring at me, intensely.

"Er-So, what brings you here...?"

He frowned his eyebrows.

"What do you mean...?"

"Well, I know you a bit and I can say you're not only here for a cup of tea, am I right?"

He smirked lightly.

"I'm busted.", his grin fades away. "Sorry, John..."

"Don't be, so what do you want?", I asked faking a smile. The fact that he don't consider me as his friend sucks. But did he ever had one...? With a personality like his, that would be hard to get closer to him. Oh well...

"The letters, do you still have them?"

"Oh, those from your brother. Yeah, wait a sec."

He opened his mouth but close it quickly.