The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 9: Don't drink and drive, or you'll most certainly die

You were going to work your ass off, go out with your friends, read, paint, game, dance, sing and all that other stuff that people do. You would be trying to get over him, over it all, it would take a lot of time but you would do it, you weren't a lame-ass wuss that let her happiness depend on other people.

What brings us to the scene you were currently sitting in.

So It's a Saturday morning, almost afternoon maybe (who even gives a shit) and you're sitting in your own living room in your pretty awesome apartment. You had the comfiest couch ever and you had brought dozens of pillows to make it even better, so no butt-pain for you. You were dressed in a big shirt that reached until your mid-thighs, so it kind of functioned like a dress. You were sitting crossed-legged and you were concentrated on the screen in front of you, where you were gaming.

Were you playing a high-quality, awesome, new game! Like Uncharted 4 maybe? Nope, you were playing one of the most legendary games of all times, Mario kart. This game wrecked friendships, marriages, homes, tv's and whatever you can come up with, it's bloody amazing.

You were going to take a break in a minute to eat some home-made (Pour some boiling water in a bowl and add the contents of this package) ramen, and you were feeling okay.

Mostly because you had blocked Sherlock on every platform or communication form there was. That might seem dramatic if he hadn't tried to contact you, but he did, constantly. He started off with texting that he needed help with a (non-existing) case, and that you needed to come over. When you told him to piss of because he was lying, he started coming up with all this random excuses why you two had to meet up. Again, you wanted him to shut up so you blocked him, you were in no mood for actual fights.

But he had tried to reach you in every way that was known to humans except for actual, physical contact... like face-to-face, not that other physical contact, though he didn't do that too, fyi. And you were happy he didn't, because blocking in real life is just a lot harder, and maybe illegal.

So you were cool. Enjoying a nice, lazy Saturday staying in and being highly not-elegant, when BOOM. The doorbell rang.

'WHO IS IT?' You screamed, not wanting to pause the game, you were currently second-place and that Peach-bitch deserved to get her ass whooped after throwing three fucking red shells at you.

No answer. So you shrugged, anyone you would open your door to knows they just have to text you or yell back so you knew it was them, it's that simple. If the person didn't respond, they shouldn't be here.

*Ding-dong* the doorbell rings again and you groan a bit, still too caught up in your game to get up, if he or she didn't identify itself, the door wouldn't open, it's that simple.

*DIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiinngggggg-dooooooooong* The sound was getting more and more persistent and annoying, but now you were just being petty and stubborn by not standing up and checking it out. You just wanted to escape your responsibilities as an adult for one day, so this person that was going to ruin that should piss off.

You just went on playing, and assumed the person had left because you didn't hear anything from the outside of your apartment for another ten minutes. So you were playing quite aggressively again, trying to eliminate anyone in your path when you heard some say:

'Well, I don't care much about manners, but I thought it was considered rude to yell at potential visitors and not even letting them in.' A deep, male voice said, and you knew exactly who it belonged to.

So without further ado, you took one of the pillows next to you and flung it with full force into Sherlock's face. Who stumbled back a bit from the impact, but you knew it wouldn't hurt. On his face was displayed the most humorous version of surprise you had ever seen, and if you weren't so pissed/freaked out right now you would've laughed.