A/N
Here I go again, only this time by popular demand I've made a plot of my own. After this y'all may see why I was sticking to the real ones. But seriously this may go a little slower being that it's moving into finals time at college for me, which is obviously going to take precedence over the writing. Damien still looks like Orlando Bloom, I still don't own anything, but a new character is coming for good. Hope you like him! And a special thank you to the folks who review after every chapter, you know who you are!
THANKS
I fought my way down the hall to my dorm room. There were boxes lining the wall across from my room, stacked one on top of the other.
"Good grief," I said as I shoved one out of my way to get to the door, "how much stuff did you have Jack?"
The blond haired young man who was picking up a box turned to me and grinned.
"Apparently too much, huh?" he said, "at least the honors dorms are bigger. That was my main motivation for moving to one."
He glanced around to make sure no one else was there.
"I feel sort of bad for Sherlock," he said in a low voice, "he's not too thrilled with getting a new roommate. He seems to know the person, well, at least whoever is taking my place requested to be with him. I don't get it, but Sherlock sure isn't happy about it all."
I was baffled. He knew his roommate? Damien Holmes, more often then not called Sherlock, knew very few people. Why hadn't he told me?
At that moment the person in question emerged from the room. Damien was carrying a box, which he dropped on top of one outside the door.
"That's it," he said in his heavy British accent, "last one."
"I hope there was nothing breakable in there," Jack said with a grin.
"Nope, just love letters," Sherlock shot back.
"I wish," Jack said with a laugh.
Damien gave one of his winning grins. Tall, with an extremely attractive face, dark hair and good build, Sherlock really was an incredibly good- looking man. He could also be as abrasive as a Brillo pad. He never could handle people well and his social skills were normally nil. Yet somewhere in my mind I could see him being incredibly charming when he needed to be. I say needed because I don't think he ever actually wanted to be charming. I personally think he was afraid of people liking him.
"Class," he said suddenly, "got to go."
He grabbed a notebook in the room and started out.
"Lunch?" he asked as he passed me.
"Why not?" I said.
As I watched him disappear down the stairwell, I heard Jack chuckling.
"What?" I said, a little annoyed at being laughed at.
"You two," he said, "when is either one of you going to admit you like each other?"
"We're not like that," I answered defensively.
"You ARE like that Shell, you just don't know it. You are the only female who can put up with him for long spans of time and who actually seems to enjoy his company, and he has never treated a girl like he treats you before. He's not stupid; he knows a good thing when he sees it. He's just afraid to act. Which makes this incredibly amusing for everyone who knows you both to watch. You two are the smartest people yet you can be so oblivious some times."
"I don't like the way this conversation has gone," I said.
"Yeah, well, sometimes you need the truth," Jack said as he picked up another box, "I'm just curious what it's going to take for you to admit it to each other."
With that, he started down the hall with his things, leaving me rather puzzled and a bit flustered.
Here I go again, only this time by popular demand I've made a plot of my own. After this y'all may see why I was sticking to the real ones. But seriously this may go a little slower being that it's moving into finals time at college for me, which is obviously going to take precedence over the writing. Damien still looks like Orlando Bloom, I still don't own anything, but a new character is coming for good. Hope you like him! And a special thank you to the folks who review after every chapter, you know who you are!
THANKS
I fought my way down the hall to my dorm room. There were boxes lining the wall across from my room, stacked one on top of the other.
"Good grief," I said as I shoved one out of my way to get to the door, "how much stuff did you have Jack?"
The blond haired young man who was picking up a box turned to me and grinned.
"Apparently too much, huh?" he said, "at least the honors dorms are bigger. That was my main motivation for moving to one."
He glanced around to make sure no one else was there.
"I feel sort of bad for Sherlock," he said in a low voice, "he's not too thrilled with getting a new roommate. He seems to know the person, well, at least whoever is taking my place requested to be with him. I don't get it, but Sherlock sure isn't happy about it all."
I was baffled. He knew his roommate? Damien Holmes, more often then not called Sherlock, knew very few people. Why hadn't he told me?
At that moment the person in question emerged from the room. Damien was carrying a box, which he dropped on top of one outside the door.
"That's it," he said in his heavy British accent, "last one."
"I hope there was nothing breakable in there," Jack said with a grin.
"Nope, just love letters," Sherlock shot back.
"I wish," Jack said with a laugh.
Damien gave one of his winning grins. Tall, with an extremely attractive face, dark hair and good build, Sherlock really was an incredibly good- looking man. He could also be as abrasive as a Brillo pad. He never could handle people well and his social skills were normally nil. Yet somewhere in my mind I could see him being incredibly charming when he needed to be. I say needed because I don't think he ever actually wanted to be charming. I personally think he was afraid of people liking him.
"Class," he said suddenly, "got to go."
He grabbed a notebook in the room and started out.
"Lunch?" he asked as he passed me.
"Why not?" I said.
As I watched him disappear down the stairwell, I heard Jack chuckling.
"What?" I said, a little annoyed at being laughed at.
"You two," he said, "when is either one of you going to admit you like each other?"
"We're not like that," I answered defensively.
"You ARE like that Shell, you just don't know it. You are the only female who can put up with him for long spans of time and who actually seems to enjoy his company, and he has never treated a girl like he treats you before. He's not stupid; he knows a good thing when he sees it. He's just afraid to act. Which makes this incredibly amusing for everyone who knows you both to watch. You two are the smartest people yet you can be so oblivious some times."
"I don't like the way this conversation has gone," I said.
"Yeah, well, sometimes you need the truth," Jack said as he picked up another box, "I'm just curious what it's going to take for you to admit it to each other."
With that, he started down the hall with his things, leaving me rather puzzled and a bit flustered.