Miss A Watson (completed)

New Suit and Books

Its been two days and the stranger, as I call him, has been messaging me so much. I know its a male person as he told me. His first riddle came through

'I am or my not be a male person.

I could or could not be homeless.

I may or may not be 25.

I happen to or not be your a fan of beer.'

I studied it for about three to five second before smiling. 'every other line is false and the others are true. You are male and 25.'

'Very clever Amy. I will send you another one later, what is happening today?'

'Going to a friends parents party.'

'Looking forward to it?'

'No, I'm nervous. Loads of people'

'You can always message me.'

'Aww thanks'

Sherlock comes in, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Shouldn't you be getting ready or something for the party."

"Sherlock, its 10 o'clock, the party isn't until 7."

He moves further into the room. "yes but females seem to take forever to get ready."

"John takes longer than me."

"I already pestered him about it."

"Have you got a new suit, like you mum asked?" He looks at me so no. "Give me five minutes to get ready then we can go."

I grab my clothes and run downstairs with him groaning. I brought my phone with me, just to be sure.

*

I run downstairs to see Sherlock sitting in his chair. I move over to him and grab his hand, pulling him up. "what?" I throw him his wallet and phone before grabbing his coat and giving it to him. He groans and puts it on.

I take him scarf and put it on myself. He chuckles and I drag him downstairs. Mrs Hudson laughs and we leave. Sherlock tries to get his scarf back. I take a picture with it on and he chuckles.

We get in the cab and we go further into town. I don't take off the scarf. We get out and pay. There are loads of people around. Sherlock looks at me, with raised eyebrows. I whisper, "no, I like it." He chuckles and I ask, "where do we go?"

He rolls his eyes and grabs my hand, pulling me with him. I catch up and he still hasn't let go, I'm not going to tell him until he realises. He pulls me around the place, getting noticed by some people.

We get to a suit shop and he pulls me inside. The guy comes over, "Ah Sherlock and your girlfriend."

"Girlfriend." He laughs and shakes his head. He then lets go of my hand, "making sure she keeps it. Amy Watson, meet Johnathon Gordon." I nod and he smiles.

"So new suit."

"Yes one a bit nicer."

I mouth, 'much nicer.' The guy laughs and Sherlock looks at me. I shrug and watch as he takes forever choosing one. He passes me his coat and I put it on the edge of the chair, I know I will be here a while.

I get a message, 'ready for another riddle.'

'bring it on'

I recieve three photos. One in a baseball cap on a head with no face, one in a long coat but cut off at the head (like Sherlocks) and another in trackie bottoms no upper body. 'Which is me?'