The unexperienced students (Johnlock/Teenlock fanfiction)

chapter 2

A/N: HELLO SOCIOPATHS! Tomorrow school starts for me and ugh no I don’t want to go HELP ME :(((((( Anyway, here’s the new chapter! I hope you guys like it. Please comment/vote if you liked it :D –RW

*time lapse of 12 weeks because school is boring*

Sherlock’s P.O.V.

We finally had the Christmas holidays. In the meantime, me and John became actual… friends. “Er.. John?” john turned around. “yes, Sherlock?” “Would you like to go on a holiday with me? At a sort of cottage in the forest? It’s beautiful when there’s snow. Just us two, as.. ‘mates’” John chuckled. “I’d love to. I don’t have to ask anyone because Harry’s probably drunk. Oh, by the way, I didn’t tell you that Harry is actually short for Harriet. She isn’t my brother but my sister.” Sherlock’s eyes widened. “Oh.. well.. erm.. I already figured that out.” John grinned. “no you didn’t. come on, let’s get away from this place and go to your cottage.”

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John and Sherlock arrived at the cottage, which was absolutely stunning, and walked inside. “Gosh, are you rich or something?” John said in disbelieve. “Nope. My brother Mycroft also has got something with the government. Well, he actually IS the government. That’s quite a well-paid job, and that’s the one and only reason that I’m lucky to have him as big brother. Anyway, I’ll show you the rooms.” They walked upstairs while Sherlock walked to a huge room. It looked like a expensive hotel suite. The walls were painted white, the floor was black and the furniture was red. It looked surprisingly good. “Woah, Sherlock, this is really amazing. This is going to be a great holiday, thanks.” Sherlock blushed. Gosh, why did he blush? Blushing was something humans would do. Sherlock doesn’t like to call himself a human because he’s smarter than the normal human being so he belongs to the ‘Holmes-species’ as he calls it. “It’s my pleasure.” He smirked. “My room is next to yours so you can come to my room if there’s anything wrong.” John nodded.

They walked to an office, because Sherlock showed John the rest of the house. When they opened the door, they screamed “OH. MY. GOD.” They saw Mycroft and another boy having a passionately snog session. Mycroft and the boy pulled back immediately and their heads were very red. Sherlock and John slowly looked at each other, which caused them to laugh uncontrollably. When they were finished, Sherlock put himself together and walked towards Mycroft and the other lad. “So… Brother-mine. Who’s your toy boy?” Mycroft looked embarrassed, and so did his ‘toy boy’.

 “His name is Gregory Lestrade. And he is my boyfriend.” Sherlock stared to the two lads in disbelief. “Boyfriend? Since when do you care about a ‘goldfish’?”  “since I met Greg.” “In case you didn’t know, we’re already dating 2 years. But Mycroft and I are going to walk in the forest, so bye for now. It was nice to meet you two.” And while he said that, Mycroft and Gavin walked away. Sorry, I meant Greg.

“Fancy a cuppa?” Sherlock asked John. “That’d be lovely, thanks.” They walked downstairs to the kitchen, which was also huge, and drank their tea. “So… what’s your story, then? I mean, you seem to know a lot about me so how’s your life?” Sherlock’s hands began to sweat. “Er… nothing special. Just an ordinary life.” Sherlock hated the word ‘ordinary’ because he  defiantly was the opposite. John grinned.  “Yeah right. And I’m the current king of England.” Sherlock sighed. “Alright then. But you have to realize that you’re bloody special because I never told this to anyone.” That made John blush. “When I was a kid, I never had friends. You’re my first and only friend. I also never had a boyfriend, or girlfriend. Yes I’m gay. I also never kissed or slept with someone. That’s why they call me ‘The Virgin.’ Because I didn’t have friends, I locked myself in my room. Books were the only friends I had. When I was about 13 years old, I tried to ‘fit in’ , which was a big mistake by the way, and stole some beer from my dad. I wouldn’t be the weird one anymore so I just drank it. You can guess what happened next: I became an alcoholic. Obviously, I still didn’t fit in, so when I was 14 years old, I managed to contact a drugs dealer. Every Friday I visited him and he sold me the drugs. Hard drugs. I smoked and drank to forget about my life. I still felt the pain, the loneliness, so I cut myself. Every time I felt that pain, I cut myself, to overwhelm my current pain with other pain. Until that one night. It was 6 July and I was home alone. I decided that I didn’t want to live anymore so I drank too much, I smoked too much and I cut myself even more. All at once. Of course that wasn’t good so the next thing I saw were the lights in the hospital. My mum came home earlier than I expected so she saw me in my room, without consciousness. She called the ambulance and they drove me to the hospital. If she didn’t came home, I wouldn’t be here anymore. From that exact moment, I accepted that I wasn’t just an ordinary boy and that’s also when I noticed that I was a genius. I took my time to develop my intelligence and that caused that I could deduce people. So I was an emotional wreck until I met you. You’re my best friend and I hope you’ll always be.”

 Sherlock saw a tear dropping from John’s cheek. “ohmygod, Sherlock,” He said, and without thinking, he hugged him. “I’m so sorry for you.”  he whispered.  “it’s okay, now, John.” And with those words, they went to their rooms and fell asleep.

A/N: Woohoo things are getting cute here. please vote/comment if you liked it :) next part could be smutty... idk... ;) -RW