Three's A Crowd

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Sherlock

Sherlock sat in the bare room and looked at his half, filled with boxes. A few minutes beforehand he had been saying goodbyes to his parents, his Mum crying slightly. Now he was alone and he wished it was for the rest of the day but he knew that soon some posh overachiever would be sharing the same living space as him.

Sherlock tapped his foot againts the carpet and looked around. It was a decent room to be fair and they had an en-suite. The beds were parralel but far apart from eachother. A desk was at the bottom of Sherlocks bed and a set of drawers were at his head. It was the same on the other half of the room but there was a good distance between them. There was a small hallway to the door and off of that was a door. Sherlock walked over and opened it. A shower was in the corner and there was a toilet on opposite wall. A little sink with a mirror and a cupboard underneath it was againts the wall by the door. A towel rack sat on the wall and there was a small frosted window in the corner. The walls in the place were bare apart from a big window inbetween the two beds.

Sherlock shut the door and went back to his bed, emptying all his boxes and putting everything out. It had just turned four when Sherlock had finished. He ran his hand through his hair and a couple of curls flopped onto his forehead. His stomach rumbled and Sherlock decided to go eat. The canteen was a couple of minutes away from his accommodation. He locked his door and walk quickly to the canteen, not pausing to talk to any of the students loitering around.

Sherlock went through the door and cursed softly under his breath. He hoped that he would have gone at the right time and that barely anyone would be there but he was wrong. Students were packed into the four-person tables. Sherlock sighed, he might as well get food now that he was here. He got a plate of pasta and a drink, payed and then looked around. There was a guy sitting on his own in the corner of the room so Sherlock decided to sit with him.

"Anyone sitting here?" Sherlock asked quickly, without meeting his eyes.

"No, go ahead." The man replied, looking at Sherlock. However, Sherlock ignored him and just sat down - eating furiously.

"I'm John." The man, John introduced himself as Sherlock quickly swallowed his mouthful. John had brown hair and was quite a bit shorter than Sherlock. He was looking at him warmly and welcomingly.

"Sherlock." Sherlock replied, smiling back before going back to his food. Although Sherlock didn't want to talk John got a few more questions in before Sherlock politely excused himself and left, hurrying back to his room.

He unlocked the door and shut it again, locking it before he noticed the other half of the room. Stuff was there, meaning his roommate had arrived. Sherlock was about to look at his stuff to deduce and find out about his character when he heard the bathroom door open. He quickly changed his direction and went to his desk and sat down.

"Hello. I'm James." His roommate, James, introduced himself. He was a bit shorter than Sherlock with short, dark hair.

"I'm Sherlock." He replied simply, already tired from the socialising he had accidently found himself doing earlier and really unwilling to strike up any more with this guy. He needed to focus on work, no need to spend his time socialising and going to parties. He felt his eyes watching him and Sherlock did his best not to react, he was on his laptop reading an email from his brother but James seemed to just be standing there.

"You coming out tonight?" James asked casually, obviously intent on conversation. His voice was soft, with an Irish accent - but not overpowering. Perhaps he hadn't spent his whole life there but he had clearly come from there. It was obvious.

"Where?" Sherlock replied, his voice monotone and uninterested. His mother would be offended by his conversational manners - he wasn't even looking at him. James actually laughed when he asked that.

"The club? In town?" James responded as though Sherlock was stupid. Still without looking at him, Sherlock shrugged. James whistled "Okaaay, bye then."

"Bye." Sherlock replied, dull and monotone as he walked through the door. He was glad to see him go.