A Tale Of Multifandom By Blurdle

Chapter Three: The Universe Is Rarely So Lazy ― Blunk

"Well, I guess I have to go then. I'm already late for work and I'm very close to a promotion so I-"

"Yeah, I know, your government job thing, whatever, just go already. If I have to listen to you talk about your work one more time, I'll need a way bigger needle."

"Sherlock," the older brother said with worry in his eyes, "we talked about this..."

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding. But I should really go inside now so..."

"So I'll be on my way. Best of luck, brother mine."

"And you, as well," the younger brother said as he turned around and entered the classroom.

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Sam entered the classroom and took place next to a short boy with blonde hair. The boy politely smiled at Sam as he sat down.

"Hey, my name's Sam."

"John."

An awkward silence rose for a short while until John broke it. "So, why did you decide you wanted to be a doctor?" he said in what appeared to be a British accent.

"I... What?" Sam said confused. "I didn't- What do you mean?"

"Well, seeing this is medical school, I figured you-" John said before being interrupted by Sam.

"Wait, this is medical school? Shit, isn't this room 221?"

"No, this is room 220."

"Fuck," Sam whispered to himself as he quickly took his bag and stood up, "I'm in the wrong class."

"Yeah, I think you might be."

"Well, it was nice getting to know you John, but now I really have to go or I'll be late. Bye," Sam said as he almost ran out of the classroom, on his way to room 221.

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Sherlock put on his glasses and started staring at the professor, not paying attention to anything he was saying, but more to what he was doing, and how he was moving. Sherlock could tell a lot by the way a person walked or talked and especially the way they looked or what they wore. Like for instance, even though he didn't sit in the front of the classroom, he sat close enough to see that the professor had been married and divorced twice, by the circles around his ring finger, and how there were two different types of circles, even though he wasn't wearing any ring right now. 

The talk the professor was having didn't interest him very much so after he was done analyzing the professor, he continued analyzing other students. He was just about to analyze a long-haired blonde guy who sat somewhere on the other side of the classroom, as he got distracted by a knock on the door which quieted the professor as well. 

The door opened and a 6'4 feet, brown-haired guy entered. He looked around him, seeming to be a bit embarrassed, apologized to the professor and made his way to the chair next to Sherlock in silence.

"Hey," Sherlock whispered.

"Hey," Sam whispered back.

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( hi, it me, blunk, brining you chapter three, hope you liked it. I actually thought this fic would go so wrong so quickly but everything seems to be pretty normal yet so I wonder who of us is gonna change the direction of this fic lmao. also, yeah I didn't knew what other way to call a college to become a doctor and I don't really understand other countries school systems anyway so whatever, it wasn't that important anyway lmao.  also also, @ turdle, about ur last lil message at the end, read the title. well, bye, see you later alligator. good luck Turdle.)