Speak up, Sherlock || teenlock

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Sherlock awoken in his double bed, his greenish blue eyes immediately scanning the room, looking for something. Nothing in particular. Just something.

The sixteen year old stepped out of bed and grabbed his blue silk robe that was hung over his navy blue chair by the wooden desk. As Sherlock made his way towards the door, he rubbed in his eyes, seeing all the little light you see when you rub your eyes.

"Oh good morning, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said happily as she bumped into him. Sherlock just nodded at her and she smiled as she placed a motherly kiss on top of his curls. "Breakfast?"

With closed eyes he nodded.

"It will be ready in approximately 30 minutes. Get ready for school, love." She said, gently patting his shoulder and strolling away.

A quiet yawn escaped Sherlock's rather pink plummy lips as he entered the bathroom. He went to the toilet, brushed his teeth and made something out of his curly mess. After about 20 minutes he went back into his room to get dressed. Today he chose to wear black trousers and a purple shirt, with on top of that his long coat. Obviously.

He hung his coat over his arm and went downstairs after slipping his iPhone into his pocket. Sherlock walked downstairs into the kitchen area being greeted by Mrs. Hudson once more this morning.

The young guy sat down at the kitchen table as the housekeeper served his plate in front of him. "Enjoy, love." She said ever so sweetly as she quickly ran a hand through his soft curls.

20 minutes had passed when Sherlock finished his meal, got up from his seat and brought his plate and glass back into the kitchen. He put everything in the dishwasher and found Mrs. Hudson.

"Are you leaving for school?"

Sherlock nodded as he put on his coat, pulling the collar up. His slender hands grabbed the iPhone from the kitchen counter and he turned around to grab his bag.

"Have a nice day, Sherlock!" The nice woman called out before the boy shut the door behind him and left for school.

School was not that far away from Sherlock's house. It was 15 minutes by bus and 20 minutes by foot. He chose to go by bus this morning. While he was waiting, he put on his headphones and started listening to one of Beethoven's symphonies.

In the corner of his eye Sherlock saw someone standing there, a boy a little bit shorter than him. His hair was short, and his eyes dark. The boy was wearing a rather big coat and a tuxedo underneath. The contrast between his pale skin, his dark hair and clothing made Sherlock curious. He didn't know who this mysterious looking boy was. Sherlock wanted to know, but, he wasn't planning on doing something.

The bus finally arrived and Sherlock stepped up, walking all the way to the back without looking left or right to the other teens who were already sat on the bus.

"Hey freak!" Sherlock heard a faint voice from his left side. As he sat down he turned up the volume and concentrated on the violin ballads blasting through the speakers of his headphones.

He was staring out the window when he noticed a figure sitting down next to him in the empty seat. Sherlock frowned and looked at the boy sitting next to him. It was the boy with the pale skin and the dark features. Sherlock took off his headphones and paused the music.

"What's your name?" He was Irish, his accent came through very beautifully, in Sherlock's opinion.

The Brit buried his hand in the deep pocket of his coat and handed him a yellow post-it.

Sherlock

"Jim."

Sherlock nodded his head before continuing to look out of the fogged window. "Not much of a talker he?" asked Jim, though it was more a statement.

Sherlock got a pen out of the pocket of his coat and scribbled some words down.

Nice observation skills.

Jim chuckled deeply as he took his eyes off of Sherlock as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why the notes?"

I lost my voice- I have a really bad cold.

"You don't look all that ill, Sherlock."

But I am.

"Okay, as you wish."

Sherlock then continued to listen to his music for the rest of the ride to school. Throughout the ride there, he heard some people yelling unfriendly words to him but he couldn't be bothered. The Jim boy made more attempts to start a conversation but Sherlock denied it each time.

The bus stopped in front of the school and everyone got up, including Jim and Sherlock. The Irish teen smiled with a little nod as he said goodbye to him.

Sherlock felt utterly strange. He had never thought anyone would try to show interest in him. He made his way onto the school property and went to his locker where he found the daily notes hung on the the door.

FREAK!

KILL YOURSELF

PISS OFF

Sherlock closed his eyes for a few seconds but quickly ripped the sheets off his locker and threw them in the nearest trash. He grabbed his books from his locker and went to class.