The Bridge Between Worlds : A Teen!Superwholock AU

Ch.4 : The Dorms

John jammed his key into the lock of the black door and turned it. The lock didn't budge.
John let out a frustrated sigh, how much more bad luck was he going to have to go through today? First Rose doesn't show up to lead him to the student office, then he nearly doesn't get his key. Luckily he was able to sweet-talk the woman at the desk...
But now the damn key won't work.
John looked at the key number, then the door number, just to make sure he actually had the right key. Both read 221B.
John looked away from the door number and took a long, deep breath. Quickly, he tried the lock once more, and found the door opened when he turned the key.
'Finally..', he thought, 'maybe my roommate is already here.'
His question to himself was answered when he saw another figure in the room. He was tall, had dark curly hair.
'Oh-no..'
"You must be my new roommate, hello," the figure said in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Oh, hi.." John managed to stammer out.
Was this that Sherlock guy who stared at John for like five minutes at lunch, right?
Yes, it defiantly was.
After checking his phone, John set down his small suitcase and started to unpack his few belongings: a toothbrush, some toothpaste to go along with it, a few books...
"Afghanistan or Iraq?"
John turned to Sherlock who was directly behind him, but not exactly facing him, "I'm sorry?".
"I asked, Afghanistan or Iraq,"
"I'm..not sure I understand."
Sherlock slightly rolled his eyes, "I'm asking you if you plan to fight in Afghanistan or Iraq. As in war, I mean."
John was baffled, "How did you know that?"
"Never mind how I know, can I borrow your phone?"
John was taken aback, but handed his phone to his new roommate.
He instantly started texting with the new phone in his hands.
"Since you don't look like you're going to answer my previous question," Sherlock mumbled slightly between texts, "How's your brother?"
"My what?", John replied, more confused than ever.
"Yes, your brother. He has a drinking problem, correct?", Sherlock asked, eyes still glued to the phone's bright screen.
"Yeah, but how do you even know that? How do you know about the drinking?", John asked.
"Details, Mr.Watson. It's all in the phone," Sherlock replied in a sly tone whilst tossing the phone back to John.
"Engraved on the back: Harry, from Clara x. Obviously not yours, further deductions have led me to believe it's your brother's. Also, the charger hole has scratches around it. Your brother's a regular drinker and is constantly having troubles plugging it in the charger, due to his current drunken state. Never see a drunk man's phone without it."
John paused, he didn't even try reasoning with his current situation about how if it's normal for a person to obtain that much information in such a short amount of time, instead he let out a tired sigh.
"That was, amazing."
Sherlock stopped, "Sorry?"
John looked back at him with a slight smirk, "It was extraordinary, truly extraordinary."
"That's not what people normally say."
"What do they normally say?"
Sherlock paused, "Piss off."
John smiled, he was starting to like this Sherlock guy.

***

Eleven waved a goodbye to his best-friend Amelia and walked with his other best-friend, Rory, to the dorm building.
"Lucky us!" Eleven said to Rory, "We get a room together!"
"That's cool, I guess," Rory replied, much less enthusiastic than his friend.
Eleven kept talking to Rory as they entered the building, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
They reached their room at the end of the left hall, marked 230B.
As they both entered the room, they both went to their separate beds and started unpacking their belongings.
"Hey, um...Eleven," Rory started.
"Yep?"
Rory put his hand on his neck awkwardly, "So, do you think...I mean, do you know Amy likes..?"
Eleven was slightly confused, "Who Amelia? She likes a lot of people! Me, River, Jack, Ten, oh- and you too Rory!"
Rory felt even more awkward, but kept going,"Well, I didn't really mean it like that. I kinda meant who she, y'know, like-likes."
Eleven paused for a moment, then realized, "Oh! You mean who does she have a crush on--"
"SHHHHHH!" Rory put his hand over Eleven's mouth, "Do you know how thin these walls are? Anyone could be listening and--DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!"
Rory shot his hand back and quickly wiped it on his shirt, while Eleven stood there chuckling.
"So you want to find out who Amy likes?" Eleven said in a questionably sarcastic tone, "I'll tell you this, women are complex creatures and you may not want to interfere in their lives, lest you face the deadliest of consequences.."
Rory had finished wiping his head, and was now slightly irritated, "Well what would you know about girls?"
"Absolutely nothing."
The was a long pause.
A really long pause.
"I'm just going to assume that you like her," Eleven stated.
"Wait, what? Y-you're not going to tell her, right?"
Eleven considered telling Amy, but he could see the genuine fear in Rory's eyes.
Eleven motioned zipping his lips then locking them.
"Oh my God, you're such a dork," Rory said to him, grateful that he was going to keep the secret.
"Why did you ask me about this in the first place?" Eleven asked.
"I don't know.." Rory replied, "I guess I just couldn't tell if Amy just thought of me as a friend, or maybe something more. Honestly, I'm trying not to raise my hopes up.."
"Well don't worry about it," Eleven said to him, "Whether she likes you or not, you'll still be friends. And that's better than nothing."
"Thanks, Eleven."

A/N:
I LIIIIIIIIVE, haha, sorry about the lack of updates. Having a bit of a writers block, but I promise the next chapter will be better. Also I'm thinking of starting a new story! So if I ever bother writing it, you should go check it out ^.^