All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 2: A Possible Friendship

Chapter 2: A Possible Friendship

John

It had been a long day. Especially for John.

The rest of the tour had been quiet, only filled with the sound of John's small voice telling the new boy about the school.

Sherlock was weird. It wasn't those really weird people. He was just... an enigma.

You know, when you unexpectedly meet someone and you decide that that person would be nice, but turns out to be an asshole, but something unexpected happens. Yah... John thought Sherlock was one of those people.

There was only a few people in his life other than his Mum, Dad and Harry. He had four friends in school and two of them were currently abroad. It was just a small circle, but he knew it was enough.

John remembered the rest of the tour with a small smile on his face.

"This is the library. It's a bit big and some people actually get lost in here." John pushed the doors open dramatically, revealing a labyrinth of books.

Some people might have thought it was hell, because of the headache reading all those books would surely cause them. To others, it was a heaven where they could escape from reality and erase their problems, just by reading a book. John's opinion was the latter. But it truly was Heaven.

Sherlock wordlessly reached over for a book and looked at the title.

"You know that book?" John asked.

"Yes. My Dad gave it to me for my tenth birthday. I still have it," Sherlock said. "It's a story about pirates. I think it's why I was so obsessed with Pirates before."

"What's it about?" John asked.

"Pirates, who found a treasure, fought over a girl, but decided the treasure was more important because the girl was ruining their friendship."

"It's... intriguing." John looked at the book with great interested and went over to the librarian.

"Can I borrow this?" John asked.

"You never seemed to be the one to like Pirate stories, John." The elderly woman chuckled while she scanned the book.

"Return it next week. But I know you'll probably return it tomorrow," she said and handed the book back to John, who placed it inside his bag.

Then he went back to Sherlock, who was reading a book about the human body and the ways to identify various causes of death.

"Erm... should we get going?" John asked.

"Huh? Oh, of course." Sherlock slipped the book in his bag and looked at John expectantly.

"Shouldn't you let the librarian scan it first?" John asked.

"The library is huge. I'm sure she wouldn't really mind." Sherlock walked out of the library, bag slung on his shoulder.

John shook his head and caught up with Sherlock Holmes. Fucking idiot.

"I have a question."

"Oh, do tell. Oh, I know!" Sherlock's very fake smile melted to a stare that could've killed off a thousand men.

"How did I know all those things? I deduce. It's a very simple process. I'm pretty sure you've done that during tests once in a while."

"But it seemed like you coul tell my whole life's story just by looking at my shoes!" John exclaimed.

"Oh no," Sherlock walked around him with a devilish smile. "I could only tell you your whole life story by looking at your face."

John stood there, utterly enraged by the genius in front of him, daunting him.

"Th-then prove it," John stuttered.

"...If you say so," Sherlock looked around. "But you can't tell anyone about this 'ability' I have."

"Deal." John crossed his arms, ready for the whirlwind of insults.

"Your family is slightly poor- just above the middle class line. Your father is a war veteran from Afghanistan and your mom is a fashion designer-you rebel against her by wearing tacky jumpers like that." John blushed, but kept his eyes on Sherlock.

"You have a brother, who recently broke up with his girlfriend and gave you the phone she gave him as a present. It's only a few months old, so I guess he left her, because if she had left him, he would've kept it out of sentimental values.

"Now you, John Watson, you're a curious thing. You obviously love your family, but all of you hardly have time for each other-even your Father, since he gives inspirational speeches across Britain. But when your whole family gathers, you make the most of it.

But you resent your brother for some reason. I think that he gave you his phone as a peace offering and you only accepted it, because your mom was upset and your dad was there. Is it because he told your parents some secret of yours?"

"Don't you dare fucking-"

"You're bisexual, aren't you?" Sherlock said, realisation dawning on his face. "Even if your parents accepted you, you lost close friends, who were homophobic."

There was a few moments silence, before John spoke again.

"Yah. And they're not coming back," John said. "I mean, I'm relieved my parents aren't those shitheads who beat up their kids because they're 'gay' or something. But I lost friends, who I was stuck with ever since I am able to remember. It still hurts, you know... losing a friend."

"No... I don't know." John looked up and realised how lonely Sherlock looked. No matter how intimidating he seemed, he didn't have friends. You could tell just by looking at him.

"I guess you weren't really welcome," John said feebly.

Sherlock frowned at him, then he dropped his facade. "Yah," Sherlock said, his eyes down. "In my old school, we were all the same, so there weren't many bullies, but in my old neighbourhood, they called me freak and other names." The two boys resumed their walk again, but now in a more calm and peaceful way pace. "I made a wall to block them all out. It was sad, but worth it."

"You have a new start here. You can change that," John said, comforting the new student. "And it's not brother. It's sister."

John smiled as Sherlock cursed himself for missing such a small detail. He knew Sherlock was different and probably a psychopath, but he'd do whatever it took to be his friend.