Title: High School Never Ends(?/?)
Word Count: 611
Summary: HS AU John finds out where his missing jumper is.
Notes/Warnings: Happens before the previously written installment. UNBETA'D (if you see any thing wrong, feel free to alert me to this fact)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize at all.
John scowled a bit when the watch near his ear went off. He blinked his eyes drowsily and started to push himself up from the bed, the bed sheet slipping from his shoulders to his waist as he leaned against his pillows. He yawned a bit and looked down at his watch. He was rather amazed that he hadn't woken up before now, Sherlock was always loud in the mornings, actually, John wasn't even sure if he slept.
As he thought of that his eyes flickered over to the bed on the other side of the room. He blinked in surprise when he saw his dorm mate curled up into the smallest ball possible, the blankets wrapped around him like a fort or a cocoon. John checked his watch again and frowned. Sherlock was always dressed and bouncing off the walls by now. He wondered if he was sick for a moment when he realized what was sticking out of the cocoon.
John frowned a bit, trying to think of a reasonable reason that the jumper he had been missing since he moved into this god forsaken dorm would be in Sherlock's possession. He couldn't really think of any, or at least not any good ones that didn't involve Sherlock messing with John's head.
John threw off the covers then, determined to find out why in the hell Sherlock had his jumper. He eased off the bed, careful with his ankle and gingerly made his way over to the Sherlock-made cocoon. Once he had crossed the room he grabbed the bottom of the jumper and tugged just hard enough to get the jumper but not set himself off balance.
Unfortunately he hadn't thought of the fact that it was Sherlock who was gripping the jumper and instead of simply pulling the jumper he also got Sherlock.
There was a squeak and thump and suddenly there was a wide awake Sherlock kneeling over John with a slightly concerned look on his face that vanished into the usual blank canvas that was Sherlock.
“Why.” John said, not really caring about the other boy sitting on him, but more concerned about his jumper. “Were you sleeping with my jumper?” He asked.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, then realized he couldn't exactly lie his way out of this one. “I was cold last night.” He said simply.
“So you just found and took the jumper that I've been missing for the past month?” He snapped out, then paused. “You! It was you who took my jumper. You've had it this whole time!”
Sherlock didn't even have the decency to look sheepish. Instead, he simply climbed off of John, and brushed himself off.
John shivered for a second, missing the warmth of another body, because it was cold, before he realized what he was doing. He started to pull on his recovered jumper and sighed a bit. “Now it smells like you and your chemicals.” He muttered, before trying to stand. “I'll never get the smell out.”
He looked up at Sherlock then, who was offering him a hand, and who had a secret smile on his face that John had no time to figure out before it too disappeared.
John was suspicious, and cautiously took the offered hand. Once he was able to stand, Sherlock let go and then instantly ran for the bathroom. John let out a rather undignified squawk of distress. “Oh no! You don't go and steal my jumper and get the first shower. Its freezing and I'm not getting all the cold water!”
All he got as an answer was the slamming of the bathroom door and a click of a lock.