Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 5

Lol this has so little reads. BUT I WILL CONTINUE!!! Okay so this is a really terrible story and I can't believe some actually take time on their perfect and beautiful lives to actually read this. Thank you loyal readers don't know how you found it I don't have any followers or stuff. Any ways, to the story!

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Sherlock and John stopped laughing after Sherlock's crazy deduction rant.

"Okay so, I'm going to get settled in because apparently, we are sharing this room."Sherlock stated.

"Of course, of course. I'm going to go walk around. You know, get to know the campus better?" John called as he put his jacket on.

Sherlock replied by humming. He quickly went into his room to the sound of John closing the door.

There was something off about John Watson, definitely, but Sherlock couldn't put his finger on it. He brushed it off with a sigh and put his clothing in the dresser the school oh-so-kindly provided. He looked around the room. It was comfortable, not too big but not crowded. After his admiration for the room, Sherlock heard a knock on the door.

Puzzled, since it had only been 10 minutes after John left, he hesitantly walked over to the door.

"Well, that was- Sherlock stopped himself before finishing the sentence.

"Who were you expecting?" The boy at the door was Gregory Lestrade.

"Ahh. Good morning Gregory."Sherlock ignored the question.

"How many times- it's just Greg." Greg said annoyed.

"To what do I owe for your presence?"

"Can't a mate say hi on the first day?"

Gregory Lestrade was a Senior at Ryde Hill, like Mycroft. He is the star of the rugby team and had been Family friends with the Holmes' since birth.

"Mycroft sent you didn't he?"

"Look, you know how he is, all Mother hen because of last-

"Tell him I can manage by myself and I don't need him to tower over me like I'm made of glass."

Sherlock slammed the door in Greg's face and sat down in the armchair that he claimed 'his'. he hoped John would be back soon.

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John was walking down the hall when he noticed a boy taller than Sherlock with the same piercing grey eyes was watching him. John looked at the boy and saw that he glanced away.

John then fast-walked out of the hallway and into the picnic area. He turned the corner, when he accidentally ran into the boy from earlier.

"Oh! Please, I'm sorry- John stated as the boy grabbed his arm.

"What is your acquaintance to Sherlock Holmes?" The boy asked

"Excuse me?"

"Please, I hate to repeat myself. And frankly, you are wasting valuable time."

"I barely know him. We're just roommates."

"What do you think of him?"

"Well what does it matter to you?" John tried to jiggle out of the boy's grip.

"Everything matters."

"Why?"

"I worry about him. Constantly." The boy eyes looked away for a second, distant and sad. John thought he imagined it because the serious mask he was wearing suddenly appeared again.

"Well isn't that kind of you." Johns arm was hurting from the boys death hold on his small arm.

The boy chuckled.

"Good bye John Hamish Watson. you will be seeing me again." the boy finally let go of Johns arm and walked away towards the office buildings.

Johns arm was pulsing from the lack of blood flow and finally, after The boy let go, he felt relief. Not because of his arm, because of the tension between the boy and John. He felt frightened by the boy. John quickly straightened himself out and nearly ran back to 221B.

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Okay I'm so sorry I haven't updated sorry again. Love you and I think I might do two chapters tonight. love ya! -Luna