The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter fifteen.

Why did it always have to rain?

Rain is good when you're sitting inside with a steaming hot cup of tea, covered in your favourite blanket. Not when you're outside. But it was just so odd that of all the places our creator could have chosen, he chose this damn spot on the planet to be the one with rain every other day. London is just an odd place in general.

I realised i didn't know if Sherlock wanted any coffe, so i decided  to order a regular black for him when i arrived at the shop. "To go or stayin'?" the lady asked me in a very northern accent. She was chewing on a pink piece of gum with an open mouth. "Could you make the all black one to go? I would like to drink mine here." 

She gave me a weird and annoyed look, but then nodded and started making my coffe in a big cup (it almost looked like a small bowl!), while she poured Sherlock's in a plain white cartboard cup. 

I sat down with the cups and started sipping my coffe. It had been a rough night. I almost hadn't slept. I couldn't believe he was back. I kept checking if he was still next to me.

Someone interrupted my thoughts with sitting down in the chair opposite of mine. I didn't look up.

"You couldn't let me be alone for a second?"

He took a sip of his cup.

"I missed you."

"mmm" I mumbled in response. Changing subject. "Why are people looking odd at us?" I asked. "Looking odd at you, John. Not me"

"uhm, okay but why?"

"I don't know."

We went outside, and it was still raining. I asked if Sherlock had his umbrella, but he didn't, and we had to walk in the rain. Why didn't he bring his umbrella if it was raining? I had walked over here, and it would be a waste of money to take a cab. It was only two blocks tops. Still enough to get you soaked in this weather.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Sherlock asked.

"I was gonna order chinese like every other night. Do you want something else?" I put my hands in my pocket, and looked up at him.

"Chinese sounds good."

"No, you know what? I found this good pizza-place that makes great pizzas!"

"Pizza sounds good."

His face was the coulor of ice, and he had no expression on his face.

"Sherlock, is something wrong?"

"No."

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Sorry this chapter was kinda short. But i've found out how i'm gonna end this story, and I need to make it fit in the chapters. I think there will be about 1-2 chapters more. Sad it's gonna end soon though :( 

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