The Penny Drops

Chapter 1: 008

September 8th 9:30 am, Cambridge University 2017.

John stood outside his allocated room, balancing two boxes on one hand whilst he eagerly knocked three times. John was eighteen and had just left North London Grammar School. He resented the idea of a gap year, all he would do was hangout with his friends in his parent's small house in Paris or waste his time at clubs getting drunk and having flings. He needed to start university as soon as possible if he wanted to become a doctor by twenty-four. John was medium height with a well-muscled, strong body like a solider. His hair was a soft blonde and fell graciously over his forehead against his pale-tanned skin often swaying across his eyes that were a deep blue like the shimmering ocean or tinted like a cool blue cobalt. His lips were light pink and plump hiding his neon green tongue piercing and held his other lip piercing to the right of his face. His tight black ripped skinny jeans clutched to his frame fashionably, hinting at the slight brushes and scratches from sparring. It also paired nicely to his airy light blue shirt accompanied with a pair of plain black converses and charcoal ankle socks.

"Come in" shouted a voice. John breathed in deeply and opened the door. His eyes met the adjacent pale blue wall with a small sofa against the wall and two small windows on the left and right side. To the left was a boy, taller than john and skinny with a smart black shirt and black skinny jeans contrasting to his ghostly light skin. He had dark locks that curled and bounced on his head, capturing the shining sun rays that peaked through the curtains. He was assembling his violin stand to the left of the window, shuffling around the pieces of sheet music. Most of his belongings had been carefully placed across his half of the room, mostly consisting of various coloured folders, a stack of textbooks, an arm chair placed near the end of his bed and close to the small table set in the middle of the room. He had a pile of clothes waiting to be put away and a few small boxes dotted around.

"Hi" stated john, disrupting the boy's thoughts. "I'm john". Sherlock turned around a gave a small pleasant smile.

"I'm Sherlock nice to meet you" he replied.

"Have you been here long?" said john as he walked to his bed and placed down his brown cardboard boxes.

"I've been here for roughly two hours, unpacking my things" replied Sherlock rolling his eyes, he disliked talking to new people.

"Oh, cool" said john. He started to take his clothes from his box and place them in the wardrobe along with his shoes. He had plenty of spare t-shirts, lots of pants and socks, a few pairs of jeans, about five jumpers and a few coats which was basically his whole wardrobe. He finished the first box and moved onto the second which was filled with class textbooks, his basic stationary and a few reading books. John had finished the first lot of boxes and went to retrieve the rest from his mum's car as he pondered through the campus and arrived at his mum's car.

"John Watson. Where have you been. I look up and you're gone" Shouted his mother. John rolled his eyes dramatically and opened the car boot.

"I went to my allocated room and started unpacking" mumbled John. His relationship with his parents wasn't exactly perfect because his parents were cold and distant who never really approved of him. John usually tried to avoid them for the sake of his sanity.

"Well you should've told me. I was worried" she replied.

John scoffed and let out a small sarcastic whisper "Yeah, sure".

"What boxes do you want me to take?" questioned his mother in a caring and uncharacteristic tone.

"Here take these and follow me" murmured John. They both walked to his room and started to unpack. His mum went back and forth to get the rest of his things a few boxes at a time. An hour later john and his mum had finished unpacking, setting up Johns desk and making his bed.