Recipe For Disaster

17: The Sound of Typing

Melody woke up to the sound of Sherlock typing on a computer. After he was done, the pink phone rang. Melody closed her eyes but couldn't go back to sleep, so she just laid there. Finally, thinking became boring and Melody took the violin and went to Sherlock's bedroom, where she was secretly composing a piece.

   Well, it wasn't really a secret if people could hear right, but it might sound like one of the tunes by Bach or Tchaikovsky. So, Melody still composed. She started playing what she had, unaware she had left Sherlock's bedroom door open. "This is my room," a voice came out of nowhere startling Melody. She hit a wrong note and stopped playing. She stared daggers at Sherlock. "Yes I am very aware. There is a startling collection of button down shirts in your closet. Don't you have any, normal shirts to wear?"

   Sherlock stepped out of the doorway and into his room, "So you've been in my closet?" Melody looked at the closet wearily, "Yes." Sherlock stepped closer, "Why?" Melody backed nearer the closet, trying to get her other pieces out. She shrugged, "No reason." Sherlock looked at her hand and dashed to the closet, pushing Melody out of the way and finding the sheet music. Melody face palmed herself, "I knew I should've hid it behind the poster of the periodic table."

   Sherlock looked through the sheet music then finally set it down and started playing it. Melody listened, hearing her music being played by someone else other than her. Sherlock finally stopped playing, "This is good. Very good, in fact. How long have you been writing this?" Melody folded her arms, feeling uncomfortable with the fact someone else just heard her music which was even more classified than the British Government.

   "Um....since this morning," she said. Melody turned on her heel and left his room. "Where are you going?" Sherlock asked. Melody looked at him, "Make a deduction Mr. Holmes. I haven't heard you do one in a very long time." Sherlock looked at her and started deducting.

"You're hair is neatly brushed and damp so that means you took a shower between naps I would guess. Those are nice looking clothes, but not like the ones from Vera's Wing. You're wearing high heels, you rarely do so. I guess you're about to meet someone you're not excited to meet. Why do I say that? Because you didn't apply makeup. You always wear makeup. Girls don't wear makeup when they're at home or they don't care about someone. Am I wrong?" Sherlock said.

   Melody pursed her lips, "No, no you're quite right. But this time, don't follow me or I will punch you in the face, Mr. Holmes. Do you hear me?" Sherlock nodded, "I hear you." Melody nodded, "Good." And she slammed the door on her way out.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this was short. I just wanted to get one in before Thanksgiving since I won't be writing a chapter then (I might be lying). I decided for the next chapter I'm making a reappearance of an old friend and I think you know who. I will try my best to make the next chapter longer than this one.
   Thanks for hearing me out
-K:)