We're Just Alike You and I (Sheriarty BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 7 - I Prefer To Text

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Later on that same day, it was dusk and Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran were sitting on the blonde's huge sofa, idly watching the 6 o'clock news. Jim was leaning against Seb's large chest, typing away furiously on his phone while the other boy ran his fingers through the other's inky black hair.

It was always Sebastian's house. Always. Never once did they go to Jim's. Sebastian never knew why, and never asked through politeness, even though he'd love to understand the reason behind it. He didn't even know where Jim lived, as the dark haired boy never uttered a word regarding his family or their whereabouts. Or where he lived and why Sebastian was never asked to visit. He always turned down the blonde's kind pleas to walk the smaller boy back home if he wasn't going to Sebastian's.

He would only ever not go to Sebastian's house after school if Seb's parents were home. The taller boy's mother and father had high profiled jobs which were why they were never home. Usually on business trips of some sort.

However, if they were, Sebastian would spend his time after school sitting on the wall with Jim outside of school. He always worried about why the smaller boy never wanted to go back home. He'd stay by his side sitting on that wall with him, just so he wasn't alone.

Jim would always grow irritable, snapping at Sebastian, asking why he wouldn't just leave him to go back to his 'perfect townhouse where he could be having family time'. He always used those specific words when asking him. A bitter edge to his tongue when saying this forever used line.

This is what confused Sebastian the most. Why this bitter and jealous façade would always come out when talking about this. But he'd never leave Jim alone on that wall, and would definitely prefer to have his company than his family's, even if it was bitter and quite frankly, nasty.

Sebastian's parents wanted him to have the stereotypical future, a wife, kids and a stable job. If they knew about Jim they would never be allowed to see each other which was why Jim never went to Sebastian's house if his parents were home. He hated homophobia, and felt a wave of rage rush though his body when he thought of Sebastian's parents. He hated them.

If they knew Sebastian entirely, they wouldn't believe that he was really their precious, innocent little boy. Still a Virgin, studying hard and aspiring for Oxford or Cambridge.

But no. Sebastian Moran was known as the womaniser of the school, the boy who had more sexual partners than friends. Then Jim came along, a mentally challenged teen who's involved in numerous crimes, and mixing with people that were far older than him and extremely dangerous. The kid who murdered one of the students at fourteen for bullying him, making it look like an accident.

It was best if Seb's parents didn't know he existed.

"Sherlock Holmes is a clever kid isn't he?" Jim hummed, his fingers a blur on the keyboard as he was typing.

"M'yeah, why did you bring that up?" He asked, his fingers running endlessly through that dark fluffy hair.

"He could stop my boredom Seb. He could understand. He could understand why those voices don't shut up!" He growled the last two words furiously, Seb immediately hushed him comfortingly.

"Shhh babe, he seems a little arrogant and I don't think his nature will make you feel any better."

"But he's clever Seb, his brain must crave information like mine does."

"You hardly know him..."

"I don't care Seb!! I don't care, it's horrible, you don't understand. You don't. You're normal." He sounded distressed and so the blonde moved his hands from Jim's hair to wrap around his waist calmingly. Resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. "My brain, it just drinks information and then craves more. I just need to be mentally challenged all. The. God damn. Time!" He punctuated each of those words with sudden distress and anger, causing the taller boy to kiss his neck, trying to comfort him.