You will always have my back (teen!lock)

Chapter 1

John's POV

~Summer holiday journal entry~

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It was so hot in my room and I could barely breathe. All I could do that day was to sit in my room and let the cold air of the fan cool my body while the sun was burning through the window and even the closed binds. The TV was running since last night. I couldn't close my eyes and sleep. What was wrong with me? This had been happening to me every single night and day for longer than two weeks. I just didn't know what I should do with my life since the big summer holidays started and I wouldn't see my friend anymore. Well, I have more than one friend, and they are all cool and nice, but there is this one special boy that I really like

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It all started when I had to go back school after the Easter holidays. I thought it was a normal day, but then the teacher brought this weird looking kid into the classroom. He was skinny, almost skin and bones, had semi-long dark brown hair in a wild mess of curls and very sharp cheekbones. I have no idea why I noticed his cheekbones as one of the first things, but they were special. His shirt was a shiney white and his pants seemed to be suit pants. So our teacher Mrs Kellington introduced the boy to all of us and asked for what student would be so nice to offer him a place. No one in my class said anything. And the only free seat was next to me. I kept silent and looked down at my paper that I had just pulled out of my school bag. Yesterday's homework that I forgot. Someone in the class coughed a bit, and it sounded like he was screaming, because the whole class was as quiet as never before. The teacher looked around the class and spotted the free chair next to me. She pointed at it and pushed the boy forward. He seemed very shy at first, but when he came closer and sat down it was almost like I could see a bit of arrogance in his face. He didn't say anything to me, until I opened my mouth, wanting to say my name and welcome him to his new school and class. He quickly turned his head to me and started into my eyes. I froze in the movement and all that came out of my mouth was a weird "aghhii". That was seriously embarrassing. He must have thought that I am some kind of idiot or freak. The boy then looked at my hands, my arms, my shoulders, and practically all of my body, which was very uncomfortable for me even though I was used to people staring at me. But this stare was completely different. Like he was trying to deduce me.

"You are a football or rugby player, you drink a lot of energy drinks and work out a lot. You also don't get a lot of sleep during the week because you are obviously stressed out with school work. To concentrate, you sit alone in every class, which works quite well as I can see. You are a loner, though a lot of people admire and love you.", said the curly-haired boy next to me. I was overwhelmed. How did he even know all of these things? Every single word he said was true. And it kind of shocked me. I tried to say something but my throat was dry and my mouth was hanging open. It was such a strange situation, but fortunately the lesson started and we all had to stand up. Except for the new classmate. It was probably new to him. The day passed really quickly and the school bell rang at 2.40pm. I got up from the table and walked to the door, waiting for Sherlock. The boy told me his name when we were sitting together at the lunch table . And he is a year younger than me. And obviously very intelligent. When I was waiting for him all my classmates and friends passed me with a disgusted look. I had no idea why, until my friend Matt walked by and said: "Be careful. He's a freak, Johnny." I just shrugged. Then Sherlock walked towards me and we left the building together. I actually invited him to come home with me so we could talk and get to know each other. He agreed and we walked to the parking lot where my mom was already waiting. She wasn't surprised that she saw me with a new kid. I was...kind of popular but still liked to do things on my own just like Sherlock stated earlier that day. So we got into the car and drove home, our sweet little cuddly warm home. Some minutes later we got to the house but Sherlock stayed in the car. I was confused so I opened the door on his side. Immediately he got out. That was weird for me. Was he really that arrogant that I have to open the doors for him or did he just let me do that because he was my guest? Anyways, I showed him the living room first, but he wasn't that much impressed. I like our living room a lot though. It's big and beautifully decorated. The next thing that I introduced Sherlock to was my own room. It was a bit messy but I hoped Sherlock wouldn't mind. He noticed the medical books in the shelf over my bed.

"So you want to be a doctor...", he said. Once again how did he know that? But he was right. Again very unimpressed he sat on my bed and grabbed one of the books, opening the first page. He seemed to be a fast reader because after about 30 seconds he turned the page already. I sat next to him and smiled.

"Do you like it here?" , I asked politely when he looked at me. Sherlock nodded a bit.

"It's a very old-fashioned house. But I like that style. My house is very big and lonely" , he said and looked back into the book in his hands. So he was rich, aha, that's the reason. He must have had maids and butlers, I thought. I still smiled even though I knew that I wouldn't be enough of a friend for Sherlock. Someone that has lots of money surely doesn't want to hang out with a simple teenage/pre-adult boy like John Hamish Watson. I let Sherlock read for a while before I asked him another question.

"You seem to be loner too. Is that right?", I asked carefully, because I knew some people didnt like to be asked about this topic for some reason. Maybe they felt lonely then. But Sherlock nodded slowly without any sigh of anger or sadness.

"Yes. Normal people are soboring and stupid.", he said and put the book away again. At first I looked down because I thought he was saying the same thing about me, but then I realized that he actually didn't mean me. Maybe I was special. Well I don't know, I don't want to sound arrogant. Suddenly Sherlock stood up and walked around the room, deducing more.

"What do you want to be when you want to be when you get out of college?" was my next question. Sherlock frowned a little and turned to the door.

"I want to be a detective. A consulting detective.", he answered in a calm voice as he looked at every single detail in my room as if he wanted to learn more about me. He didn't talk much unless I asked something. I liked that a lot. He was different, maybe a bit strange, but not strange enough for me to say "I don't want to be your friend". His whole appearance seemed to scream "Be my friend I am lonely!" So I tried my best to be a nice person. After a while of walking around and observing things Sherlock sat back onto the bed and looked to the window.

"London is a very big city, and very irritating. I came from the country and all of this is so new to me. I am glad I got to meet you John.", he whispered and smiled a little bit to himself. I could see it, even though he wasn't facing me. It made me very happy to hear such a thing. Usually people would only say something about how cool it is to have the rugby captain as a friend, but honestly I don't have many friends that really liked me for my personality and not my popularity. I was surprised how happy Sherlock was that he found me right on the first day of school. I think he liked me, because I was nice to him from the first moment on, unlike the others in the class. I knew this would be an amazing friendship!