The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 4

Sherlock and his Mother's cab pulled up to the front of the college. "Sherlock, dear, you want me to walk you in?" His mother asked, sympathy in her eyes. "Uh, yeah, mum, i'll be fine, I promise, I call you and everything. "Promise?" She said, running her hair through his curly hair again. "Promise." Sherlock said, his voice cracking at the end.

"Oh sweetheart, Have fun! And remember, Try to make some friends." She said smiling. He nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He pushed the door open and climbed clumsily out. He pulled his black coat tighter.

Sherlock walked towards the trunk of the cab and pulled out his bags. He didn't have many, so one trip was all he needed to pull everything in. He walked up the stairs to his dorm and pushed the door open. It was empty, of course. He sighed and walked over to the bed on the right, and threw down his bags.

"Oh! Um, hello! I am John Watson!" A cheerful voice said from the doorway. Sherlock jumped up, startled by the voice. "Hello, I'm Sherlock Holmes." He said, his voice louder and clear then he excepted. John was taken back a moment by the deepness of Sherlocks voice. "Well, its a pleasure to meet you, Sherlock." John said after some easy silence. "I suppose you too." Sherlock said bluntly and fell back to his bed.

John took this moment to examine Sherlock more closely. He had a mop of unruly black curly hair, a narrow-but stern- face. The feature that took John by surprise most though, were the eyes. Beautifully blue. "Uh, John?" Sherlock said, looking at John with curious eyes.

"Hm? I mean- um sorry, just lost in thought I guess!" John smiled at Sherlock a warm, friendly smile. Sherlock smiled a bit and turned back to his book, smiling to himself. John turned around and began to unpack his belongings, making his bed, folding his clothes, etc, etc.

Once he finished, he flopped down on his bed with a heavy sigh, "ugh. School starts in two days, doesn't it?" John asked, propping himself up against his pillow to look at Sherlock more clearly. Sherlock simply nodded in responses. "Your not one for small talk, are you?" John asked, grinning at Sherlock. "Uh, Nope." He said, glancing at John. "Good." John said, flopping back down on the bed, "Me Either." .