Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 6

Okay so I will make another chapter because I need SOMETHING to do okay sorry my Loves for the wait but it's over now. BACK TO THE STORY

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John was out of breath and walked carefully to the armchair in front of Sherlock. John sat down and closed his eyes to even out his breath.

"Who stopped you?"

"Pardon?"

"Your out of breath and your clothes are wrinkled. who stopped you?"

"I didn't catch his name."

"What did he want?"

"Information."

"About......?"

"You."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and let out a deafening sigh. Mycroft was getting on his last damn nerves, but it was nice to know his brother still cared about him.

"Ugh. Don't worry. He isn't your problem. But, it would be beneficial to be on his good side."

"Oh. you know him?" John asked in surprise.

"Sadly, yes. the Boy was my brother, Mycroft. One of the most dangerous people in the world when angered. And not my problem."

John was seeing the resemblance. the Pushy attitude, lanky tall figure, and grey eyes fit, but Sherlock's were more ecstatic verging onto manic.

"I'm going to the library." Sherlock said as he put his naval blue scarf and black trench-coat on.

"Okay."

"Would you like to come?"

John was taken back by the request.

"I thought we had to be at the cafeteria at 10."

"So?"

"It's 9:47. We have to be at the Cafeteria in 13 minutes."

"I'm so glad you can do math and read time John."

John rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Come on!" John said as he shrugged on his jacket. "We're going to be late!"

"I highly doubt that John, since we live right across the eating and sitting area."

The boys opened the doors to the cafeteria to find it completely filled with awkward and flirty teenagers. Girls with skirts so high it looked like they weren't wearing one. Guys throwing footballs and paper planes, and if they weren't, they were flirting with the girls.

In the far corner sat Mycroft with Greg at a table along with a few other people.

"Oi! Look the Freak's here!" A Dark-skinned girl said.

Mycroft, Sherlock and Greg all glared at her.

"Ahh, Sally Donovan. So nice to see you again. Got kicked out of another school again?" Sherlock smirked walking away towards an empty seat next to Mycroft.

John realized that he wouldn't get along with her very much.

"Why did she call you a freak?" John whispered as they sat down nest to Mycroft and Greg.

"You can't be serious?"

"Yes I am. why?"

"It's because I can observe-

Whatever Sherlock was about to say was going to have to wait because the principal blew a whistle to settle the crowd of loud students.

"Welcome, to a new year at Ryde Hill. I hope everyone has a great time and good grades. Now for today...

2 hours later, the kids were dismissed. The school day didn't start until tomorrow, and the boys had free time on their hands. So, off to the library they went.

The library had a coffee cart, so John bought 2 coffee's(naturally).

"Here." John gestured the coffee towards Sherlock.

"Oh. thank you." Sherlock felt contradicted toward John. He liked John. He was nice and thought Sherlock was amazing, and brilliant. But what if he scared him off? What if John was playing a cruel sick joke on him? No, John was nice. So Sherlock kept to himself.

John was wandering through the library when he noticed an other stalker. Jesus, how many people are going to stare at me today? John mused to himself.

The boy was short like John and had black flat hair. it was combed a gelled back. he was staring at John around a corner one eye showing, holding the wall with long fingers.

The boy realized John was staring back and quickly ran off.

Puzzled, John went to look for Sherlock.

Sherlock was sitting surrounded by books. he looked happy and as wide-eyed as a kid in a candy store.

"Ah, John! You're back!"

"Of course why would I leave?" John chuckled.

"Not the point. Come on! Let's go back the dorm."

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In the room John and Sherlock sat in front of each other staring at the table between them. There layed two envelopes. one was addressed John Hamish Watson, and the other to William Sherlock Scott Holmes.

"Seriously? That's a long name. "John said.

"Oh so that's what you're worried about? how long my name is?"

"It's probably a office letter saying something about our schedule."

Both of them grabbed the letters and opened them. John and Sherlock went pale faced. none of them moved for a minute. John excused himself from the room even though there wasn't any need of that. 3 minutes lifter Sherlock heard John throwing up. Sherlock couldn't even care right now after what he Just read. He was being blackmailed.

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Contents Of Sherlock's Letter:

Dear Mr. Holmes,

Oh my. what do we have here? little Sheryl has a drug habit. What to do, what to do. we don't want our secret to get out now don't we? what would Father say? Mother would never look at your face again. Sheryl, they would be so ashamed. That's why you told them you were in a car crash last year wasn't it? but we both know that's not quite true.

Okay now listen: if you don't want your reputation ruined and be sent away for good because of your slip up, you will solve all of my puzzles. I'll explain in later letters. You will be getting one as well as your pet.

-JM CAM SB oxox

Contents of John's letter:

Dear Mr.Watson,

Or Should I say Sherlock's little pet? Or what about daddy's little punching bag? What would happen if I were to call you father right now Johnny-boy? Oh you would never see daylight again now would you? Father would beat you to bones and hide your body in the Thames. What a shame that would be. Sherlock is actually taking a liking towards you. But, Johnny-Boy you can change that. That right , all you have to do is solve little mysteries with Sherlock like the dynamic duo you are! Think you could handle that Johnny-boy? AND REMEMBER: I can call the useless son of a bitch dad of yours whenever I want and I hope I do. I love it when the villain wins toodles!

-JM CAM SB oxox

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OH JESUS I WASNT EXPECTING THAT. that just popped into my head and I said ,"What the frick frack? I gotta write this." so I hope you like it and remember: if I couldn't write two chapters in one night, what kind of writer would I be? Comment you dislikes and likes about story! -Luna