Brainy is The New Sexy

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The Baker Suite smelled like a mixture of Axe Deodorant, cheap nasty perfumes and junk food. Not quite how I'd imagined it. There was loads of stairs and unfortunately my room was on the top floor. 221b's door stared at me dauntingly. I breathed in deeply and knocked on the door.

I could hear footsteps approaching the door. What if it wasn't John? What if it was his roommate Sherlock? I felt sick.
The door opened and to my surprise a familiar face looked at me in shock.
"I thought you weren't here 'till next month." John stated.
"Yea, haha. They said I could come before and I wanted to surprise you."
"C'mon in then. Coffee? Tea? Cake?"
"I'm alright thanks." I said walking through.
"So? You bunking in this suite?" John asked before taking a sip of his tea.
"In this room actually." I replied.
John almost chocked on his tea. Putting the cup on the table he tilted his head a said "But you're... And I'm..... And Sherlock......"
I giggled at his bafflement "Yes I know John, but we're mature and responsible. I smiled at my sarcasm, so did John. If I could lie about anything it'd be me being mature and responsible. John stood up and handed me a white envelope. "This must be your key card. I thought it was a mistake that they posted it today but clearly not."
I gently took the envelope and opened it. Inside was two key cards one black and one white. The white one was for access to the room and suite while the black one was for lunch. Every month £50 was put on curtsy of the school and you could buy anything from the cafeteria. I was incredibly surprised at this £50 just for one month of food. It felt a little bit like over kill however it must mean the cafeteria was expensive.
John showed me to the spare room, told me that his room was the furthest one on the left and if I needed anything I should go to him.  Unpacking wasn't difficult, I put my clothes in the draws, my text books on the self, my scarf in the bedside table and plugged my phone charger into the plug socket next to my bed.
I walked into the living area and, "Hey Joh........."
"Oh right," John began "This is Sherlock, and Sherlock this is......."
"Sam," Sherlock interrupted.
John looked at him an rolled his eyes. "Here we go again." He muttered.
"Oh, how'd you know that?" I asked inquisitively.
"Your notebook has your name on it." Sherlock commented.
"Haha I guess I should have seen that." I said laughing slightly.
"But you didn't, your also new here and haven't just been transferred to our room. Shown by the fact you are trying to keep up appearances but everyone gives up after one day. You have clothes that are well looked after but have owned them for a while, so your parents, wait no, dad is going through financial issues yet you're here anyway. You have plans to become a Science teacher in secondary school shown by the way you wear your sleeves and the text books in your room."
Sherlock had listed me off like a shopping list.
"Oh, we're playing this game are we Mr Sherlock Holmes? Your parents may live in a small cottage yet you like the city rush. You're not here for the grades, but because you enjoy school or rather the proving teachers wrong side of it. In your spare time you solve little mysteries that students come to you with. You don't like socialising but a few people can get close and don't play Cluedo with him John, he thinks the victim did it." I let out a small grin.
"Hmmm, impressive." Sherlock grinned however John wasn't as amused.
"Oh god, there's two of them." He muttered.