My Very Own Sherlock (A Benedict Cumberbatch/ Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 5

JUNE'S POV

I walked through the park in a daze. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had given Benedict my address. I panicked and started to cry. I just assumed because he was a celebrity that I could trust him, but I really knew nothing about him. Other than that his pillow case was purple. I stopped walking and sat on a nearby bench. I laid my face into my hands and just let myself cry.

After about three minutes I decided I was being ridiculous. He would never come to my house anyways. He was Benedict Cumberbatch. He would never visit a waitress at her flat. I gathered myself and got off of the bench. As I walked I looked at my phone. Kriss had texted me multiple times asking about my presence.

I got to my car and saw Kriss lying on the metal roof. She hummed while tapping her fingers to the beat. "If you dent my car you're paying for it".

"If I pay for your car I will not be paying rent. Where did you go by the way? I Texted you and hour ago".

"I got lost and wondered off to the area they were filming in. A security guard found me". Technically I didn't lie; I just left out the part about how Benedict took me into his trailer.

"You could get lost in a closet! Can we go home now? I'm starving."

As we drove back to the flat we exchanged stories. Kriss told me how she met a nice looking man at the park and had a coffee date planned for next week. She also mentioned how I needed to become more social with men. I laughed when she said this. I had become very social lately.

We arrived at the flat and Kriss ran up to our door and unlocked it. We walked in and a cold breeze hit our faces. "Did you leave the window open again!?" I shrieked.

"I swear I closed it!" She ran to the back wall and shut it. "I promise I won't do that when the snow falls!"

"You better hope so, we will both freeze." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pot and started boiling water. I had to make my tea in a pot since Kriss broke the kettle.

"June, are you making dinner?"

"No, tea. Come have left overs." I could hear Kriss groan as soon as I said left overs. She stomped into the kitchen and grabbed cold pizza.

After I made my tea I sat at the desk in my room. I had a blank piece of paper in front of me and thought of possible things to draw. I decided I would just start and see what it transformed into. I grabbed a thick piece of charcoal and started. I worked fast, stopping every few minutes to take a sip from my mug. I finished the drawing and instantly turned bright red when I saw the result. I was a picture of Benedict.

Obviously he was on my mind. I kept imagining his perfect lips, curled into a smile. He smiled often which I thought was amazing. When I saw him today his hair was messy and in his face. I felt the strong urge to twirl my fingers in it when I saw him. I was also thinking of how he spoke. So polite and caring. He may play Sherlock, who was incentive, but he was just the opposite. The rest of the night I tried to distract myself. I didn't want to just sit in my bedroom fantasizing about a guy. Even if the guy was an amazing actor who now had my address.

Getting frustrated with my thoughts I decided it was time to sleep. I called out to Kriss saying goodnight then changed. I crawled into bed and let my mind wonder. All thoughts Of Benedict.

BENEDICT'S POV

I woke up and rolled out of bed. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 11am. I slept in rather late. I walked into my bathroom and got into the shower. As the water came down I washed my hair and face. After I got out I hugged my body with a towel and brushed my teeth.

I went into my kitchen and cooked some eggs on the stove. I sat on my counter and thought of what I could do with my day. I had no filming and most of my friends were busy. I considered calling Martin but decided not to as I just saw him yesterday. I cleaned up my dishes and went to my desk in the living room. I sat and spun in the chair. When I stopped I looked down and saw the white piece of paper. June's address.

It had been a week since I had seen June. Wanted to go to her house everyday but was busy or thought it was too early. Could I go today? Her giving me her address did force me to make to first move, but I kept thinking that it was much too early. "Come on, Benedict! Own up!"

I ran back to my room and opened my closet. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a blue shirt, and a gray leather jacket. I got dressed then ran to grab my phone, wallet, and keys. I started to make my way to the door then remembered I had to grab the address.

The whole way there my heart raced. I second guessed myself so many times. What if she didn't let me in? What if she didn't actually want me to come and just gave me her address to be polite? What if she thought I was a stalker? I arrived at her flat and I started shaking. I whispered to myself. "No going back now".

I got out of the vehicle and walked to her flat. The front doors were open so I didn't have to buzz up. I walked up to the third floor then tuned right and walked down the long hallway. I looked around for the door with the numbers 122 on it. I found it at the end of the hall on the left side. I walked to the door and held my hand just in front of the door. "I could still leave" I thought to myself. Before I could decide if I should knock or not the door opened, and June stood at the door.

She was in a pair of dark green leggings, a black hoodie, and a pair of black toms. She had her hair down and wavy, and wore her glasses again.

"Benedict?" She looked confused. I didn't blame her. She opens her door to see a man she barley knows standing there staring at her.

"Uhh, June. Hi. It's me."

"Yes, yes is. Um.. What are you doing here?"

"Last week you gave me your address, I thought I would stop by. I was close... I was going to knock! You just opened the door..."

"Sorry I was just heading downstairs to get the mail. Do you... Do you want to come in?"

I couldn't speak. I was so god damn embarrassed. I just smiled a little and nodded. She turned pink and stepped back into her flat, welcoming into her home. I walked past her and into the small living room. It was small but very modern. Many canvasses hung from the walls.

"Are these your paintings?" I asked as I walked towards one that caught my eye. It was purple and blue and it looked like a shadow. I didn't want to say anything directly in case I was inccorect, but it looked like the silhouette... of me.

"Umm.. yes. The ones that I like a lot I keep."

"What is this one of? A silhouette of someone?"

"... Yea. So um.. Do you want anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" I smiled. I could tell by how red she was turning that I was right. It was in fact of me. It looked fantastic! I was very impressed and flattered.

"Just water, please." June quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. She brought it back to me and I thanked her. We sat on her couch, under the painting of me.

"So where is your flat mate?"

"Oh, Kriss. She is working today. Just stated actually."

"Do you work today?"

"Nope, got today and tomorrow off."

"Brilliant? So what shall we be doing then?"

She looked taken back. "You want to hang out?"

"Of course. I came didn't I? We both have the day off. I thought we could do something fun."

"Ok... Like what?"

I burst out laughing. "I think I have an idea!"