Teenlock (gender switch)

Sherlock

"Hey, I'm Jen Watson."

Jen had on baggy ripped jeans, a gray and black jumper with white hearts and big clunky combat boots, like in the army. A fist shaped bruise covered her left shoulder, the smell of alcohol and cologne wafted from her. An abusive, drunk father, no step-father. Army dog tag necklace, she wouldn't be that found of him if he beat her, so he died in the army and her mother re-married. Spent the nights at her brothers, explains the cologne. The phone she's holding has scratch marks around the charger slot, drunk brother, and the engraving, 'to- Harry, from- Carl.' So gay drunk brother that left his boyfriend, but wants his sister to stay In touch. Medical books and football jersey poking out of her bag. She wanted to be a doctor, no more then that, she's fit and you don't wake up that fit so she works out. Army doctor. She hates football, doesn't wash her jersey, step-fathers forcing her to come on scholarship for football. Sexy, an- wait what?

She starts to unpack her thinks on her side of the room, "yeah, not that bad." Jen exclaims looking around the small dorm. "Yes, exactly what I was thinking." I reply, she smiles at me and sits down on the couch. "So." Jen starts "we don't know anything about each other I'll start I'm-" I cut her off "your here on a football scholarship but you hate football, your step father is forcing you to play, step father is an alcoholic and beats you. Your real dad died in the war and your still sad about it. You really want to be a doctor, but not just a doctor an army doctor. You have a brother, he's also an alcoholic and gay. He left is boyfriend and your mad at him for that, you liked him." She just stares at me with big eyes.

"Wow, that..was..amazing."

"Really? That's not what people usually say." I reply.

"What do they usually say?"

"Piss off." I chuckle

We burst into a fit of laughter, and don't know why really. Tears run down our faces as we roll around on the floor. Soon it's 2:30. "Come on sherlock, the assembly starts in five minutes." Jen rushed around for her purse. "I'm not going." I state simply. "You have to go it's mandatory!" She yells, I groan In response. Grabbing my scarf and coat, I walk out the door and down to the assembly room with Jen jogging at my side.