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When you vent a whole thousand word entry about your self-loathing and pains on tumblr. And then don’t post them:

Alright… I’m posting this to get a bit of feedback, and maybe some motivation to continue writing this:

“Give me Mr. Teddy back!”

“Oh come on Shorty! You can get it!”

Emotionless blue eyes followed the scene before them, a simple sibling-dispute; dull.

Dull was a word used to describe almost every aspect of the world that revealed itself to the ice cold eyes. Dull and boring, nothing ever exciting happened. Everyone was so predictable, so was everything that they did. Those eyes could see through a lie before it could escape someone’s lips.

That’s why the scene that had briefly caught the on looker’s gaze had instantly become what everything else became within seconds: a predictable pedestrian event.

A boy, maybe six or seven years of age, had his arms out stretched upwards in attempt to reach a fluffy looking tan colored teddy bear that was being held far above his head by a girl that had to be a few years older than the boy, ten or eleven maybe. The boy himself had choppy, short dirty blond hair, combed nicely to the left. It was hard to see from so far away, but it seemed like the boy had deep blue eyes. The boy wore simple clothes, a pair of jeans and a wool sweater.  The girl herself had short dirty blond hair as well, more in the bob style though, unlike most girls at that age that preferred long locks of hair. Her eyes where the same as the shorter boy, leading to an easy conclusion of the two being relatives. And with such similar looks, and the way they seem to act, most likely siblings even.

Boring.

The girl laughed as she watched the blond haired boy try to outstretch his arms enough to reach for the bear that was being held hostage high in the air.             

“Harry, give me Mr. Teddy back right now!” the boy cried out.

“Why don’t you make me give it back?” ‘Harry’ taunted the boy.

“Just give me the bear! I’ll tell mummy if you don’t!” The boy was obviously getting fed up with the girl at this point, as any child who didn’t get what they wanted would.

“Oh I’m so scared!” Sarcasm filled the girl’s voice.

The blond haired boy pouted, and tried jumping up to get the bear, causing the girl just to grin more. Then, without any warning, she tossed the bear through the air. The boy let out a cry of shock, watching his pressure bear soar through the air.

Sky blue eyes watched the bear soar through the air, before finally landing.

The bear landed in front of a pair of well-polished shoes. The shoes belonged to that of a boy with short, curly, dark brown hair. It was easy to tell just from one quick glance that this boy was from a very wealthy family. Not only by the fancy ironed pressed black trousers, and properly tucked in white shirt, but just by the air the other boy had about himself.

Both boys seemed to be eyeing each other up. However there was a difference, an obvious one. While John’s eyes held childish curiosity, the other boy’s eyes held so much. If John was a bit older, he would have recognized that the other boy was practically reading every single little detail about John. His whole life story with one glance of iron colored eyes.

John shifted awkwardly. They broke eye connect when the dark haired boy reached down to pick up ‘Mr. Teddy’ as the bear had been labeled. 

‘Um… May I please have Mr. Teddy back…?” John asked a bit timidly. He suddenly felt smaller compared to the other boy.

“Dull.”  The dark haired child’s voice was quiet. The boy seemed very disinterested in the other boy, as well as his bear. He handed the plush toy over with ease.

John tilted his head confused, “What…?”

“That bear’s name. It’s so boring. Tedious, and constantly re-used. Honestly, no one seems to have any proper wits when it comes to naming something as simple as a stuffed toy.”  The other boy drawled out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh…. Well do you have a teddy?” John asked, hugging his bear close to his chest. He was a bit offended by the other’s mean comment about his choice of name for his bear.

“Of course. His name is Ursus Arctos Horriblis.”

“Wow, that’s a long name! And a bit weird if you asked me.” Childish bluntness, never seemed to surpass any child really.

The other scoffed, obviously insulted.

“Is not! It is the scientific name for a Grizzly Bear, for your information.” The boy replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh? Wow! I had no clue bears had such long names…’ John said, eyes wide, obviously amazed.

“I wouldn’t expect you too. Especially with such a silly and dense little thing you call a brain.” John’s eyes went wide at that comment.

“T-that’s mean…” John said, eyes suddenly getting all teary.

“It’s only the truth.” The boy didn’t seemed very phased at first of the other’s sudden reaction.

“You didn’t have to be such a meanie head about it!” John snapped back, obviously a bit upset now. “Not everyone is going to be as smart as you! Which is good, cause then the world would be made up of big meanie heads!” 

Grey eyes went wide at the other’s outburst. He had never been spoken to like that… Probably because he spent most of his time studying, but still! He was honestly speechless for once in his young life. The boy glanced down at his polished shoes.

John’s cheeks were a bit red with anger, glaring at the other.  

“I’m sorry…” If john hadn’t of been so focused on the other, he probably would have missed what the other boy had just said.  And if he had known the boy better, he would have realized, that was probably the first and perhaps the last time the other would ever apologize like that.

It was John’s turn to be taken aback. “Oh… I… It’s okay… I’m sorry too,’ he replied a bit awkwardly.

“You hardly have a reason to apologize. I was the one who implied you were stupid… It was rude… I have a bad habit of speaking bluntly. As my Mummy would say at least.”

“It’s okay! All is forgiven-“

“John! Mum is going to worry if we’re not back soon! Hurry your little arse up!” the girl, John’s sister suddenly interrupted their conversation. The curly haired boy seemed very disappointed at the rude stop to their conversation too….

“Fine! I’m telling Mummy you said the ‘a’ word!” John said, and began to following his sister. However he was only two feet away when he suddenly paused and turned around. “Hey!” He called, grabbing the brunette’s attention once again.

“Yes…?”

“I’m John Watson!” He said, finally introducing himself fully. A wide smile dancing on his lips.

The brunette blinked, before a very small smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

“Sherlock Holmes.“

Well… I’ll cya later Sherlock?” John asked, a bit hopeful.

“Perhaps.” The boy, Sherlock, replied.

John seemed to get happier, if that was possible. He nodded, still clutching onto his bear as he turned around to chase after his sister once again. Leaving Sherlock to watch the younger boy quickly run away, a small smile on his lips still…

Perhaps indeed….

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Alright that’s the first chapter. I have a lot of ideas on where I would LIKE this to go. But I haven’t had the motivation to go on, and maybe someone to help push me along? Or maybe just someone to offer some positive criticism? 

This will be eventual Johnlock slash!  It’s of course an AU School verse sorta thing. 

Um yeah… Want more info, or want to know some of the things I’m going to add in this, or what I’m going to try and do, just let me know. And yeah?

Dear Christmas, you came way to fast and ended way to fast. You need to stop doing that. Sincerely, me.