Old Friends

My Privacy, My Room, My Rules.

His eyes lazily drifted open as he slowly came to his senses. Mornings were never really his forte and they probably never will be. He groaned internally when he saw how dark his room was, it was probably extremely early in the morning. He could never actually wake up at a reasonable time, it was always either stupidly early or ridiculously late. This was the one time there was an exception to that rule, he just didn't know it. He opened his eyes properly just in time to notice that it was not in fact stupidly early, his room was just covered in paper and he knew instantly knew that it was Piper as she couldn't just use any normal paper, she had to use paper with Sherlock's face printed all over it. He laughed at it at first, it was stupid and it was her friendly way of teasing him about his crush on their best friend, but unlike normal people, she couldn't do it normally, she had to be extremely extravagant and make a statement. When he heard footsteps approaching his door and Sherlock's voice calling him, he launched himself out of bed and across the room so fast that he smashed his head into the door trying to keep it closed.

"John, are you okay?" Sherlock's worried voice called, muffled by the door and the concussion that John was sure to have. He leant his body against the door, using all of his weight to keep his friend out as he pulled the bolt across, locking it and hopefully keeping him out temporarily whilst he found a way to get all of these pictures down. The door handle twisted a little bit and he panicked. He shoved his dresser in front of the door, further muffling the mans voice. "John?"

"Uh, yeah i'm okay! I just need a moment!" He called back, his voice shaking as he started to rip down the pictures plastered over the walls and windows. He could almost hear the frustration on Sherlock's face as the words left his mouth.

"Well how long is a moment?" He asked, being the impatient ass that he usually was. John could tell that the emotional era of their lives was on pause for a moment and today was going to be good, ecept for the fact that Piper had tapped over a hundred pictures of Sherlock to his walls, windows and all other features of his room. She was a bitch, a massive bitch, and she knew it and she used that reputation to her advantage.

"I don't bloody know Sherlock. A moment is a moment. It will be however long i want it to be, now go away!" He snapped, a little breathless from running round and reaching up and down, trying to grab as many pictures as he could. All Sherlock could hear was the breathless tone to his friends voice and the wierd sounds he made as he bent down and he took it the wrong way.

"Would you like me to leave you to it then?" He yelled through the door, his voice a little shaken. John stopped picking up the pictures as he looked to the door, confused by the nervous quiver in Sherlock's voice.

"Leave me to what?" He asked, clearly not understanding the way it sounded from outside the room. It suddenly clicked when there was a long pause from Sherlock. He realised what his friend meant and instantly threw the pictures to the floor. "It's not like that Sherlock. I'm just...cleaning!" He facepalmed as he realised that that made him sound even more suspicious and Sherlock was probably even more convinced that he was doing something he wasn't. Sherlock made a very disbelieving sound as he walked off, most likely to tell Piper of the 'moment' he had just witnessed. John knew that he wouldn't hear the end of this for months, maybe even years. He quickly cleaned up the rest of the photos and took some clean clothes into the bathroom to have a shower. Whilst he was in there he heard the sniggering of two voices that sounded oddly like Piper and another male. It wasn't Sherlock, he had memorised the sound and pitch of his voice and laugh for...reasons. He assumed that Alfie was either back from where ever he was this time, or she was Face timing him. He got out of the shower and got dressed in record time, swinging the door open and marching straight up to Piper and dragging her out into the hallway.

"What the hell, John?" She whispered harshly, looking genuinely confused. John didn't have the patience to let her pretend that she didn't know what was going on.

"Oh don't play stupid Piper. You know exactly what you did. Stay out of my room. My privacy, my room, my rules. Plastering my room with pictures of Sherlock is not funny, especially when he almost walks into my room and then proceeds to think that I'm-" He cut himself short, not really wanting to say what Sherlock was thinking he was doing earlier. Piper actually looked confused by what John was talking about, he searched her eyes for any sign of falseness, but came up empty.

"John," she started, her voice sounded concerned. "That wasn't me..." She was one hundred percent serious. John backed away from her for a moment, looking completely shocked. If she didn't do it he was either being haunted or someone broke in and plastered his walls in pictures of his best friend. They were startled by Sherlock popping his head round the corner and smiling widely at them.

"Tea anyone?" He asked cheerily. Both John and Piper nodded and followed him back into the kitchen, where he stopped all of a sudden, pulling a couple of pieces of paper out of his pocket and handing them to John. One was the same picture of him that was plastered over his room this morning and the other was a blank sheet of paper with three words written in the middle. Three words that he hadn't expected. 'It was me.'