Opening His Heart. TEENLOCK!JOHNLOCK.

2. That's Why.

John sighed as he packed his stuff up. Everything, furniture, books, clothes, his guitar and football and more, everything he had in his room.

Usual movings, like this, was because of a new job her mother had gotten.
It was kinda sad to leave the place where he had lived for quite long, although it was the fifth moving in his life.

"Rosie! Come here girl!" John called as he loaded boxes into the car, Harry, her older sister by his side, placing her own bags away.

A golden retriever ran from behind the house, barking happily as she ran to John, who in return patted his dog, helping her into the car.

Once everything was done, Mrs Watson, Mr Watson and Harry in the vehicle, John casted one last look at his house, sorrow spiking in his heart, before feeling something wet and cold fall onto his nose. A raindrop.

*

The new house was actually quite pretty. It was midday when they arrived, so a lot of people we're at work or at school.

They immediately started to move stuff into the house. Rain hadn't stopped, just gotten heavier.

Soon John stood at his new bedroom's door, mouth agape slightly. Red walls, oak floor, boxes sitting on the floor. Rosie came up behind him, pushing into the room, sniffing her new property.

It was even a bit larger than his last room, window was just by his desk, so he knew sun light would cast on it when he studied.
Only right then it was raining.

He walked to the window with a small smile, looking out. White house was just opposite them, fancy and beautiful. He looked at it for a while, before noticing someone walking down the street.

People had already at this time come home, at least students. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at the boy. He saw long coat, pale face, black wet hair. Poor guy, had to walk in the rain like that, John thought, shaking his head.

But that's when he noticed, he stopped by the gate to the house next door.
That was his new neighbour. He eyed him a bit more. He seemed his age. Maybe he could introduce himself to him.

"John! Come help unpack!" Her mother's voice rang out, causing the boy to sigh, discarding his plans of meeting with the dark haired boy.

*

John was just half an hour later unpacking a box of things for his desk. Sport and musician posters included. As he was adjusting a small dog figure, he glanced out of the window.
It was dark inside, clouds scattered across the sky.

Wind whistled loudly, rain banging against the glass, but he still saw through it. He saw the window in the opposite house.
He saw the boy.

John eyed him for a bit, only know he noticed how curly his hair was. It was still hard to see a bit, but he was right next to his window, eyes glued to something in front of him.

But then he suddenly looked over, causing John to freeze for a moment, before he gave a small smile, waving at him.

His new neighbour just closed the curtains.

A light frown crossed the blond boy's lips, but it quickly disappeared when he felt soft fur under his hand, something wet on his skin as he realized Rosie was licking his hand.

John chuckled, petting the dog, "Come on,
you hungry?"

Harry was setting up her room when John passed by. Mostly it was black and white, seemingly going more for a modern look. John himself preferred warm and cozy colours. It made him happy.

He reached the top of the stairs when he suddenly heard loud arguing. Again. Not again.
Although it was usually his dad. He didn't seem to never keep a job, talking about raising kids.
He had alcohol problems and John never understood really how his mother had started dating him.

John felt himself shudder a bit, unconsciously rubbing his shoulder. Just one accident he never liked to talk about. He had promised.

"You can have my sandwich. Let's not go downstairs right now." John said quietly, crouching down to scratch the dog behind her ears, before making his way back towards his new room.

*

John had packed his bag, leaving it by his bedside, a small lamp glowing by the bed, casting warm shadows across the room.

Rosie had settled herself in on the foot of the bed, snoring off quietly.
John changed himself into t-shirt and sweats, before climbing into the bed next to the dog.

He turned the light off, now the moonlight casting gloomy, but dark shadows across the room.

The boy watched them for a bit, strike of the light on the retriever. He pulled the blanket up a bit more, closing his eyes.

Unfortunately the moonlight didn't let him sleep, as well the music coming from the room across from his.

He sat up with a groan, watching around the room, eyes sticking to the window, immediately being reminded of the boy next door.

He shook his head a bit, getting up to close the curtain, only then discovering that the opposite curtain was open, although nothing was seen.

John sighed, strolling back to bed, slipping under the covers, ignoring the music, like any noise he always had, falling deep asleep.

So, decided to made a chapter with John's point of view to get his info out a bit more. Most of it will be in Sherlock's though.
Also sorry for short chapters.