Brainy is The New Sexy

5

"I wouldn't touch her if I was you."
Sebastian didn't turn to look at who was speaking to him. He was focused on me. His hand was tightly gripping onto my shirt.
"Looks like someone wants more pain." Sebastian teased
"Actually I'm here to retrieve something of mine." Sherlock said with his hands in his coat pockets.
"IM NOT A POSSESSION SHERLOCK!!" I yelled.
"I'm not on about you." He looked at Sebastian. "He has my scarf."
"Of course you can have, that back." He took it out of his inside pocket and threw it on the ground "I've got something better now." His smile was terrifying.
"You see, she's not yours, how's your nose feeling?"
"How did...."
"You've got crusted blood on your nose and Sam has traces on her hand. Obviously you two had a little disagreement. Then you beat me up. You're testing her patients. Mind the wire."
I knew what Sherlock was hinting at and used my foot to pull on the wire, Sebastian fell to the ground with a thump. I quickly ran towards Sherlock and hugged him, his arms hung by his sides clearly Sherlock didn't like interaction.
We walked back to our room together, I was slightly shaking. I'd never been confronted like that before.
"You okay?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, fine."
The rest of the walk was silent. John greeted us with tea and placed a blanket around my shoulders.
"I told you not to go." Sherlock said turning over the channel.
"I didn't need your help." I looked down into my lap.
"Evidently." Sherlock's voice was sarcastic.
"Look, you've both had a fright. Let's say nothing more about it." John interrupted before it became a full blown argument.

Months past and it finally became the Christmas holidays, we exchanged addresses and headed home. Thankfully we all lived in London and could visit each other whenever we liked.

Home was okay, but I really enjoyed being at university. There was something about it that felt amazing but I had to take a break every now and then.

John H. Watson: Hey :)
Sammy Bree: How you doing John?
John H. Watson: Good u?
Sammy Bree: Good.
Sherlock Holmes: I wondered why my phone was buzzing.
Sammy Bree: Haha! Sherlock, how's everything?
Sherlock Holmes: I guess I'm fine. But emotions are invalid.
John H. Watson: Godamn it Sherlock, we're just chatting xD
Sherlock Holmes: Fine. I'm ok.
Sammy Bree: That's more like it xD
John H. Watson: Do you guys want to come to my house Christmas Day? My mum is organizing dinner and says I can invite 3 friends?
Sherlock Holmes: Who's the third person?
John H. Watson: Tom, he's an old friend.
Sherlock Holmes: Sure I'll go.
Sammy Bree: I'm delighted to go John.

The conversation continued all night and got rather funny as the night went on. As we were waiting for Friday we visited each other and caught up. I got to meet Tom, and we became really good friends.

I woke up to find an outfit on the end of my bed. I must have set it there last night. It was a blue button up and black leggings.
"Sweetie? Do you want jam or Nutella on you toast?" My dad shouted.
"Nutella please Dad!" I yelled back.
I walked down the stairs and into the living room, I found the toast on the chair arm. The television was on The Jeremy Kyle show. I could hear barking coming from the kitchen. It got closer as Matt, my pomsky, bounded into the living room.
"Awe, hello Matt." I said stroking his head. His tail wagged uncontrollably as he sat on the floor.

We had rescued Matt from the kennels. No-one wanted him because he was missing a front leg, but I found him incredibly adorable. He'd gotten used to 3 legs and walked with ease, unlike when we had first gotten him, he would fall over just from trying to stand up. We trained him to do little things such as sit, lie down and roll over. He settled in rather quickly too.

Time passed slowly and finding things to do was hard. I had so much free time on my hands. I'd always be studying or helping Sherlock and John on a case at university, but now I was bored, at least I had dinner with John to look forward to. At last, it was 5:30pm, time to get ready for dinner. I curled my hair and slipped on my clothes.