In Love with the Loveless

Chapter 4

~~~~The following afternoon, 12:45 pm~~~~

I can't even look at John without receiving a look of complete confusion and questioning. Not to mention sympathy considering I look...well, I guess exactly as I should; broken and bruised. I catch him glancing at me every couple minutes, his own blue eyes trying to catch mine, but I refuse to look at him.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate John. I'm fond of him actually. John and I have always been great friends. He was the first person to welcome me when I came to London four years ago.

I was only 15 the first time I made my way through the door labeled 221B. John saw me sitting on a bench alone in the park with my overstuffed backpack and, of course, he came over and invited me to stay with him and another man. All the way to the flat, John warned me of the man he lived with  I didn't even know his name, or that I would end up falling head-over-heels for him.

He was tall, easily 6'3", with a lean, muscular figure and an amazing mass of brown curls upon his head. His eyes were astonishing, a sea of blue and green clashing to make up the most beautiful orbs I have ever seen. He didn't say anything when I walking in...or the entire time I was there to be honest. All he ever did was stare at me. Not in a creepy, pedophile sort of way...but as if he was solving me like a puzzle. At that time, I didn't know that that was what Sherlock was known for, figuring people out and solving their problems, all I knew was that I felt a sense of protection when I was around him. 

As the weeks passed by in the flat, he seemed less and less interested in me and more in anything else that came to his complex mind. Oddly, the more and more disinterested he seemed to become, the more and more interested I became in him. It wasn't until a month had passed that I, in fact, lo- 

"Shaeh...you still there? Say something."

My flashback is cut off by the sound of John's voice. 

"Shaeh. Look at me." 

Finally, I turn my head and allow myself to look at John. 

"You've had a blank stare for the past 15 minutes, Shaeh. I thought you blacked out or something. Scared the hell out of me. Sherlock would be pissed if I let something happen to you." 

My voice comes out soft and quiet, slightly hoarse. "I'm sorry...I'm okay. Just thinking is all..."

"Once we get back to the flat, I'll fix you something to eat and then you can sleep." I nod, leaning my head against the window, watching the world pass by me as we drive along towards the place I'll soon call home. 

((Things I apologise greatly for:

        -This being so damn short. I had limited time to write this. I promise the next one will be longer.

           -Just now updating. I have been very busy with school and clubs and stuff so I haven't been able to update or even get on lately.

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