Just A Game [Teenlock]

Chapter Seven: Sandwiches and Sleepovers

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It had to Sherlock's lucky week. There was no other way to explain it. First, he'd got the Wild Card, then he'd had a decent amount of sex, next he gets a day off to relax with his friends and now.. Now, his parents and Mycroft were off to visit his great Aunt for a few days and he didn't have to go.

Last time he'd visited his ever so lovely Aunt he had not so accidentally set fire to the curtains in the living room. His Aunt then had to pour tea all over them, staining the material which cost over three hundred pounds.

In Sherlock's opinion, the cow shouldn't have taken away his notebooks and threw them in the mud. She also shouldn't have brought such expensive curtains. They were ugly anyway.

But the point is, he had the house to himself until early Monday morning.

It was now Saturday afternoon and naturally he'd invited his friends round.

Michael had been with Molly when Sherlock had invited her so Michael had come along too. Jim and Irene had, of course, come round.

Currently they were sitting in the living room, debating between want to do. Irene wanted to throw a party and add to her points but Sherlock and Jim wanted to relax for a bit. Sherlock was being cocky about the wild card and Jim was just being plain lazy.

They'd found out quite a bit about Michael the other day and one of those facts were that he took drama. Jim had looked very pleased.

Sherlock had a feeling Michael may be seeing the spare bed, the one that was practically partly owned by both Irene and Jim, very soon.

Jim just had that look when he smirked at Michael. Easy point. Exactly how Sherlock had seen it.

At the exact moment that thought crossed Sherlock's mind, Michael speaks up.

"Not to sound like a lonely gay guy who just got new friends and has little to do in his dull life but I think.." Michael pauses, glancing around to check he had the other four teens attention "We should totally have like a big girly sleepover!"

"MICHAEL!"

As soon as the word 'sleepover  passes his lips three voice shout his name, scolding him for being so thoughtless. He frowns in confusion, looking to Sherlock in hopes he knows why Irene, Molly and Jim all looked like he'd confessed to stealing the a lollipop from a five year old year with Cancer.

Sherlock's face, however, is bright and he's grinning at Michael. Sherlock.. A fan of sleepovers? Who knew?

Jim, Irene and Molly going by their reactions.

"No" Irene says quickly, looking at Sherlock as she does

Sherlock scoffs. "I'm not that bad!"

"Sherlock, babe" Jim gives him a small smile "You can sometimes" Irene coughed and said the word 'always' somewhere in the fake cough  "get annoying when we watch films.. and sleepovers tend to mean films.."

Michael raises an eyebrow, confusion still written all over his face. Surely they were exaggerating?.. Maybe Sherlock was one of those people who watched films and commented on every. single. thing.

Or maybe he was one of those people who went and criticised everything, spoiling it all with logic. Michael could see Sherlock being one of those.

Sherlock looks around at his three friends, sticking his bottom lip out. 

He looks adorable that way and he knows it. He makes his eyes go a tad watery as he softly bites down on his lower lip. He looks up at them through tear coated eyelashes.

"One condition!" Molly pipes up suddenly, seeming to find it surprisingly to ignore Sherlock's pleading looks.

"Yes?" Sherlock asks, raising an eyebrow.

"We invite John"

"Why would we invite John? He's with his girlfriend" Sherlock frowns at Molly, despite knowing that it was unlikely she notice.

Before Molly could speak, Jim talks. "Girlfriend..? I could've swore I got an gay vibe off him"

Sherlock has to laugh at that. Poor John. He's confused about his sexuality and from what Sherlock had heard and gathered from snippets of college gossip, everyone got the gay vibe from him.

Then there was the business with his girlfriend. The one he slept with.

John Watson clearly has had his fair share of school torture. Terrible relationship due to a drunken fling, people assuming he's into men when he himself doesn't even know if he likes it up the bum.

Sherlock almost sympathised with him.

Molly frowns at Sherlock "John doesn't have a girlfriend"

"Mm. Him and Mary got together again the night of the party and going by his reaction to seeing her, he's head over heels for the girl"

Molly shakes her head, frown deepening. "Trust me, Sherlock, if they did hook up then John would have thrown her cheating arse out his his bed as soon as he opened his eyes"

Sherlock shrugs. He doesn't say it, but he knew Molly knew John better then him and could be correct.

Letting out a breath, Sherlock falls back and sinks further into the sofa. Michael was watching with a curious glint in his eyes, as if trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. Sherlock smirks and sends the boy a wink.

Michael doesn't smile or wink back this time, but continues to stare curiously. Sherlock didn't like it at all. He felt as if Michael was just there, drifting at the edge of his mind and if he where to push up on his tiptoes he'd be away to see everything.

Even Irene and Jim hadn't got that close to seeing inside his head. They could make good guesses, because they knew him well enough and Molly wasn't too far behind them. But this... This was different. Michael wasn't guessing, he was reading.

Sherlock frowns at the cute green eyed boy, gaining a raised eyebrow from Michael.

"Sherlock..?" Molly frowns again, starting to reach out to her friend but pausing.

"Yeah, yeah, text him" Sherlock speaks to Molly, eyes still on Michael.

Molly glances between Michael and Sherlock before pulling out her phone.

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"For fuck's sake, Irene! Your tits are fine and please, for the sake of all ours eyes, put them away!" That's the first thing John hears as Molly opens the door to let him into Sherlock's house.

John frowns and raises an eyebrow at Molly.

"Irene thinks her" Molly gestures towards her chest "...are lopsided"

John only raises an eyebrow further.

Molly waves a hand dismissively "Don't ask. Sherlock will be back soon so make yourself at home"

John walks through into the living room to see Irene pulling her top down and Jim and.. Mike?.. Matthew?.. Michael? Michael! Jim and Michael looking on the verge of being sick or blowing their brains out to erase images they don't want.

"Hey, John!" Jim waves

John nods and greets them all.

"John, if I show you my tits, will you tell me if they're lopsided?" Irene asks, expression innocent, like she wasn't offering to get half naked.

Swallowing, John shakes his head slowly. "I'd rather not..."

Irene picks up a cigarette from a nearby ashtray and puts it between her ruby red lips, eyeing John as she pats her pockets in search of a lighter. John wasn't sure if she was judging him or was annoyed he hasn't agreed. Maybe it was both.

She suddenly looks at Jim and snaps her fringes twice before holding out her palm.

"Give me one" She commands, snapping once more.

Jim's face suddenly becomes even softer and angelic. He holds up his hands in defensive.

"I don't have one"

Irene scoffs "Bullshit. You've swiped both of my pink ones, you their"

Jim grumbles before handing over a bright pink lighter. Irene lights her cigarette before taking a drag and snapping her fingers at him.

"Now give back the other one. The weed one"

Jim shakes his head "Sherlock pinched it off me again. He loves that lighter"

John raises an eyebrow at the whole exchange. He'd only spent a week this these guys and it's like their relationships changed daily. One day they'd be acting like lovers, the next they'd be squabbling like siblings.

Irene let's out a long sigh, as if she was a terribly troubled middle aged women with a drinking problem.

Jim falls back and sprawls out over the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"What in God's name is taking Sherly so long? Quick deals, that's why we go to Jer-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" John stands quickly "Deals? As in.. What the hell has Sherlock gone to get?"

Everyone, even Michael, rolls their eyes at John. Molly starts quiet, but does give a little eye roll

Jim huffs "Calm down, Johnny, Sherly has just got to get some sandwiches" He winks

"Who are you? Ted Mosby?"

Instead of bonding over their shared interest, they just grow even angrier.

"No, I'm Jim Moriarty" Jim replies, suddenly serious as he looks back at John. His protective side was kicking in.

Jim pulls himself up off the floor and stands, looking down at the short blonde with a small smirk.

"Boys..." Molly warns as Irene stands, placing a hand on Jim's arm.

"Now, John.." Jim smirks, face turning a bit dark "I hope we're not going to have a problem.."

"I..." That look was scary, if John were being honesty. Jim looked ready to strap a bomb to John and leave him to die. "What is it Sherlock has gone to get..?"

Jim raises an eyebrow. "I've already told you"

John nods and turns to Molly "Did you know about this?"

Molly suddenly looked very guilty. John couldn't believe his eyes. Molly was even more of a moral person then he was. She wouldn't just sit by and let people smoke drugs. Sure, loads of people their age had tried it but Molly wasn't one to be sweep along with the crowd.

"Oh my God.. Molly, please tell me you've never smoke any of it!" John was starting to panic now.

Molly look own at her feet "Maybe one or two.."

John groans, running a hand over his face. This was too much.

At first he'd thought it was cool, being friends with The Trio. They do genuinely care about her, the necklace around her neck was evidence of that, but smoking weed? Molly Hooper, smoking weed (he hoped that was all she'd smoked)

Now John truly had seen it all.

Sherlock walks in then and everyone turns to the beaming boy. He does a double take and looks around at everyone.

"Okay.. There's serious tension in this room... Has Jim been threatening to kill people again?" Sherlock asks, his eyes landing on John with an odd flickering of something going trough his eyes.

"Shut up, Sherlock" Jim hissed. That gained everyone's attention.

Irene glances between the two with a confused expression. Molly did too. John could tell what they were thinking. These guys didn't snap at each other, not so seriously.

"Jim...?" Sherlock asks walking into the room more and standing beside the Irish boy.

Jim looks up at him and makes a weird expression, turning his body half way towards the wall then back again.

Sherlock apparently understood that because he leans down and whispers something into the shorter boys ear.

"No..." Jim mumbles, barely audible.

Sherlock then pulls Jim into a sudden hug, taking even Jim by surprise.

John frowns, partly confused, partly.. angry? No, that couldn't be right. Why would he be angry that Sherlock was giving Jim a hug?

It wasn't as if Sherlock was choosing Jim's side, hell John wasn't even Sherlock's friend, just a guy he hits on, why would he take John's side in an argument? He wouldn't.

"I promise.." Sherlock whispers before pressing a kiss to Jim's forehead.

Jim closes his eyes, as if fighting tears. He then takes a deep breath , apologises and then excuses himself. John watches him walk up the stairs, only just realising that there may be a reason these three were the way they are.

"I..." Sherlock trails off before he drops a few bags on the table and takes off upstairs.

John bites his lips, guilt tearing through him. "Was that my fault..?" He asks Irene.

She was frowning at the stairs. "No.. That was to do with Sherlock and I have no idea what it was. Molly?" She looks over at the other girl hopefully.

Molly shakes her head. "No clue, b- Irene.."

Irene smirks and winks at Molly. The usually shy science student blushes and looks away. She mumbles about tea and quickly exits the room.

Irene continues to glance at the stairs, her expression a mix of confusion, worry and a bit of anger. John guessed she was annoyed her two best friends were keeping secrets from her.

Three's a crowd. John briefly wonders if she ever feels left out. Jim and Sherlock had a close bond. She was like a sister of them, of course, but sometimes it was like she was the younger sister that got told next to nothing.

John sits down, confused.

It sounded like Molly went to call Irene, the biggest slut of their college, babe. Sherlock and Jim were being all mysterious and not themselves. Then, to top it all off there were three huge bags of weed sitting on the table.

Irene looks around then and frowns again. "Where's Michael?" 

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A/N: So.. QUESTION TIME: Who do you ship with who at this point in the story?

Also: I had to go back to change something in the last chapter. It's not a huge change. Basically I said that they watched and film and fell asleep, I changed it so they didn't watch a film.