Welcome to my new story, guys! I have no idea why I'm posting this, I wrote it as a way to pass the time when I was alone at home, but it made me smile every time I read it because it's ridiculous, so I thought maybe it might make you smile too. :) Have fun!

Edinburgh.

A teenage boy with black curly hair is sitting on a couch reading a book with the title "Murder on the Orient Express". An older boy walks by and sees him still reading. He sighs and grabs the book out of his hands.

"Sherlock," he says "Enough reading."

"But Mycroft," Sherlock protests "I think I've solved the crime and…" he stops when he sees the look on his brother's face.

"You promised Mrs. Hudson you would have some fun on your last night in Edinburg and enjoy New Year's Eve," Mycroft said "And you know who will get the blame if she finds out you didn't."

"But those people are boring," Sherlock answers "And no one likes me anyway."

"Just try, Sherlock."

"Can you at least give me back my book?"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "I won't read," Sherlock said. His brother sighs and gives him back the book. "Do me a favour and change before you go to the party," he calls after his brother as he runs off "You can't go in your robe."

Meanwhile, another teenage boy is playing basketball with his father. "Keep working left, John," his father is saying "Got a guard in the championship game we're expecting. You'll torch them!"

"By going left?" John asks as he tries to get the ball past his father.

"Yeah. He looks middle, you take it downtown."

"Okay, like this?"

John manages to get the ball past his father and gets it through the hoop.

"Whoo! That's it man," John's dad says and holds up his hand for John to high five. "Sweet. I wanna see that in the game."

"Oh, you'll see that in the game," John says and they high five "Don't worry about me."

"Boys!"

They turn around. Neither had seen John's mother come.

"Did we really fly all this way just to play more basketball?" she asks them.

John and his dad exchange a look and answer, "Yeah," in unison.

"It's the last night of the holidays!" she says desperately, "John, there's a kids party downstairs."

"Kids party?" John asks.

"Young adults. Now go, shower up."

"Just a minute," John says bouncing the ball "I promise I'll go, but just one minute."

His mother rolls her eyes but smiles as he shoots again.

At the party.

People are talking, dancing and two kids are singing karaoke. John is wearing his favourite sweater and a pair of jeans. He walks in and without talking to anyone, leans against the wall.

Sherlock has changed into a suit and walks in. He too doesn't talk to anyone, instead he sits down and continues to read his book, despite the dim light. He smirks, Mycroft actually believed he was going to go to the stupid party.

The two kids who were singing finish the song and the audience applauds. "All right! How about that for a couple of snowboarders?" a guy who has grabbed a microphone says, which makes them cheer again. "Who's gonna rock the house next?" he says.

John yawns, this party is boring. Suddenly, he is blinded by a bright light and realises that there's a spotlight on him. His eyes widen in shock.

Sherlock tries to make out the words in a sentence and then, as if on que, a light appears to help him read. He smiles, but then realises what's going on.

The people are pushing them both towards the stage while John protests loudly that he can't sing.

When they're both on the stage the host gives them both a microphone. "Hey you know what? Someday you guys might thank me for this," he says. "Or not," he adds as he gets off the stage.

John gulps as the music starts playing and then begins reading the words.

"Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance"

'I'm leaving.' he thought and took a few steps to leave the stage, but then the other boy began to sing.

"I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart

To all the possibilities"

His voice was great. John decided he wanted to sing with him after all. They began the chorus together and then both seemed more eager to do this.

"I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

And right here tonight

This could be the start

Of something new

It feels so right

To be here with you

Oh

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new

Now who'd of ever thought that

We'd both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

With you by my side

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

I know it for real

This could be the start

Of something new

It feels so right

To be here with you

Oh

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new

I never knew that it could happen

Till it happened to me

Oh

I didn't know it before

But now it's easy to see

Yeah

It's a start

Of something new

It feels so right

To be here with you

Oh

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

That it's the start

Of something new

It feels so right

To be here with you

Yeah

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new

The start of something new

The start of something new"

The people who were listening began clapping. John turned to the boy. "John Watson," he said, offering his hand.

"Sherlock Holmes," he said and shook it.

"But seriously, you have an amazing voice," John said when they were outside.

"When you live with my brother you have to find a way to escape. But I was in the choir at primary school," Sherlock answered "Big mistake. But the teachers thought I was good so they gave me a solo once."

"Once?" John asked.

"Well, when I tried to do it I fainted," Sherlock answered "But you haven't done singing either."

"No," John said surprised that Sherlock knew that even though they'd just met. "But my showerhead is very impressed with my singing."

Sherlock chuckled and John thought it sounded wonderful. Meanwhile, the people at the party were counting down to the New Year. "10, 9, 8, 7...6, 5, 4...3, 2, 1!" Everyone began cheering and clapping. Sherlock realised that he'd probably have to go and see Mycroft. And it was getting late, they had a plane to catch the next morning.

"I guess I better go find my brother and wish him a happy new year," he told John.

"Yeah, me too," John said, disappointed he'd have to say goodbye to Sherlock, he was nice "I mean, not your brother. To my mum... and dad. Uh... I'll call you. I'll call you tomorrow."

"I prefer to text," Sherlock said.

"I'll text you then," John laughed slightly.

"Umm… okay, sure," Sherlock agreed and they pulled out their phones. John took a picture of Sherlock and then gave him his phone to write his number, while he took a picture of himself on Sherlock's and filled in his number. When he was done, he gave Sherlock his phone back and took his.

"Just so you know," John said looking at the picture of the boy "Singing with you is the most fun I've had on this entire vacation. So um... where do you live?"

He then realised that Sherlock had left without him noticing. He sighed and then turned back to the picture.

"Sherlock Holmes," he muttered to himself and smiled.

So yeah, that's chapter one. Hope you liked it or thought it was ridiculous, I don't know. Let me know in a review. I warn you, this is the most random thing I've ever written ;)