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That morning there was a commotion that hit the most peaceful part, it should be. It was just about six o'clock when most of the residents of the mansion got up and got ready. There was someone who started first and ended up almost burning their entire house.
Surprisingly, she didn't feel the danger despite her strong instincts.
"Sister Will!? Cough- cough- Where are you!?"
"Eh? Louise? Are you awake?"
The woman with short blonde hair waved her hand, still trying to keep going without getting smoke and dust into her eyes.
After struggling she could finally see the girl's petite body which was full of flour and blackened cheeks for some reason. Her hair was a mess and her apron was slightly torn, and once again the girl didn't care about her surroundings and was still engrossed in the black lumps on her pot.
"Kyaaa...!! Jack The Ripper is back alive..!"
"Huh? What? Who?"
"Louise, are you okay- gyaaa...!!! there's live charcoal!"
Let's leave them a moment to cool off.
"KYAAAA!!! / GYAAAAAAA!!!!"
***
The autumn bead squinted at the woman in her 'best of' suit. The eyes rolled, as his body circled the woman to assess the appearance of the other.
"How about John? I must look different and very charming, don't I?"
John Watson once in his life had just found a woman, whom he didn't want to admit as his friend once in a while, who was confident enough to lift his chin that high.
With an oversized white shirt combined with navy blue cloth pants, don't forget to wear his favorite jacket that matches his pants, hat, and backpack. And what did he say? Want to go out for a walk? Please remind John that no matter how his girlfriend loved acting like a boy, she's still far from having an extraordinary clothes 'taste' as his friend's.
"Even though I'm a male, I'm still much better at choosing clothes than you, Sherlock."
"Hey, what does that mean?"
"I know you don't like skirts, but at least there are other suits that fit better."
"Yeah, I'm not used to this anyway. You just look at my name like a boy. Why did my mother give a name that doesn't even match the gender of her child? Not to mention the impudent Brother who likes to tease me so much."
An awkward laugh escaped John's lips, "a name won't change the fact, Sherlock, either. And Mr. Mycroft has nothing to do with your taste in clothes?"
"Of course there is! You know he loves to dress me in lacy dresses to the point that he makes me sick of it!" The pale look didn't leave Sherlock at all.
"At least don't blame your mother and your brother for that."
John let out a tired sigh, confused as to what to say about his best friend's unpredictable nature.
Suddenly a good idea popped into his mind, making a big smile appear on his face. "Sherlock! Come see Aunt Hudson! She can help you get ready!"
"Hah?"
"Come on! Come on! You'll be late!"
Unfortunately, John didn't see his friend's face turning paler at the thought of the one who called Aunt would dress him up.
'I'm dead!'
***
The kitchen is more than a mess. Black spots are everywhere with the cooking utensils that are cracked or split in half. The oven and even the rice cooker also exploded leaving waste that had to be replaced immediately if they still wanted to eat well. Plates and glass? It is too many to count how many are broken.
"Never mind the oven, but the rice cooker, Illie, what did you put in that poor thing to have to bear the heinous sins of a lowly noble—"
"Brother Albert, it's not the time to make a drama. And Sister Will, I don't know what to say."
"S-sorry," two index fingers brought together, giving an embarrassed attitude to feel guilty for 'messing up' his sister's favorite kitchen. "I wanted to make my picnic lunch with Sherly, but it seems like a big flop?"
God, strengthen Louise not to utter harsh words. "It's okay Sis. It's just that I hope next time you call me or Grandpa Jack if you want to go to the kitchen."
Will's slow nod, Willie in full, gives.
From the night she prepared everything, from clothes to a nice place to take a walk after a picnic. Don't forget the most important part, lunch. Willie just wants the best for her best friend who she rarely gets to see. Their busy life as final year students, especially when they live in different areas, makes time never take their side.
But now that the long summer holidays are coming, and Willie is visiting her family in London, it's more than perfect time for the two to spend alone.
Unfortunately, it turns out that there are things that can't go according to the detailed and detailed plan that she prepared in advance.
'Even though I promised to bring her the best food,' she thought, not annoyed, more disappointed in herself who had reneged on her words.
In the other corner, Albert and Louise stared at each other, communicating in silence until a decision was agreed upon by them by nodding simultaneously.
Willie felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. The younger sister smiled widely while wiping away the tears that had fallen, "Sis why are you crying? This isn't the end of everything, Sister always tells me that. Now let's make something simple but incredibly delicious! Luckily there's still an hour before the time."
There was a glimmer of hope in that expression, but it didn't last long when Willie remembered that he had used up almost all of the groceries. "But, what stuff are we going to use, Louise? Everything has been ruined and damaged because of me."
"Come on, Sis! Let's see, there are eggs and tomatoes in the fridge, as well as onions. There are some bread and vegetables. There isn't any fresh meat left, but there is a piece of sausage and a pastry sheet. There is more than enough to make a lunch basket that is filling and of course delicious! As for drinks, luckily yesterday I kept my shopping tea bag in my room, so everything is safe."
SET! BRUK!
"Louise! I love you more than anyone in this world..!"
"Ahaha, I love you too Sis. Alright, let's start preparing or else Sister will be late for going out."
So the remaining time they use without wasting a second. And luckily the wooden basket decorated with blue ribbons finished filling with food just as the mansion's doorbell rang.
***
"Liam! Liam! Look! It's so hot today that there are no clouds at all! But strangely enough, the flowers are still blooming profusely without being thirsty!"
"Because they've been watered by the park ranger, Sherly."
Noisily indeed on their journey, two women in casual summer clothes walked down the path of the downtown park. Their goal is the wide hill behind the park, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying the sun that burns the skin that day.
It's a bit odd, but who wants to think about it when it comes to the genius of the century. As the saying goes, in the brain of a genius there must be a loose bolt, right?
"If you keep running you might get dehydrated and tired before you finish your lunch, Sherly."
The denim jacket combined with short jeans and a white t-shirt was seen fluttering when the wind hit Sherlock. Her body was turned, facing backward to find women in knee-length pastel yellow dresses and white cardigans carrying wooden baskets of their lunches. A wide smile never stops forming on the thin lip-tint polished lips.
"I'm so glad we can finally be alone Liam! When else will there be a time like this," her feet shifted back and forth, adjusting her pace to Willie's.
Resigned to knowing his friend's behavior was too random, her eyes chose to go up to observe the clear sky. "That's true, but you still have to take care of your health, don't forget that Sherly."
"Yes, yes Professor Willie."
Cheerful laughter bloomed around them again. The hours that passed brought a soft, relaxed feel, now all their burdens from studying and working were gone even though the weather was very scorching hot.
"Let's make a flower crown?"
"What?" What kind of strange idea is there in her friend's overcapacity brain?
Without waiting for Willie's reply, Sherlock had picked up the wildflowers around them, stringing them all together slowly so the stems wouldn't break. Willie returned just resigned and took some of the flower stalks, joining them in arranging them as Sherlock had asked.
The colors seemed to circle in their hands. Little by little the flower crown is formed beautifully. The result is not surprising, Sherlock's is 'a bit' messy but full of petals of various colors, while Willie's is simpler and certainly neater.
The two looked at each other, laughed at each other's results, and put the crown on the other's head. Beautiful, that's the only definition that can be given to the two of them. Beauty is a pity that can only be witnessed by the nature around them.
"You're so beautiful, Liam! No wonder so many men confess their love for you."
"Beautiful of what? If the guy is like Pythagoras, Hypatia, or at least Archimedes, then I'll take them straight away."
"Ahaha, but they're all dead and buried in the ground."
Conversation on a common topic for young girls, but a bit oddly mixed with sarcasm with language that even adults would find difficult to understand, is one of the hallmarks of why others are drawn to their presence. An existence that was so special and undisputed no matter where they were.
"Hey, Willie," a low call brought her focus back, "after this summer break, you're going back to Durham?"
Now sad beads replace, "yes," was the only answer.
"How long?"
"I don't know. They said the professors there wanted to invite me to some of their seminars overseas."
"What a walking math calculator."
"Haha, then you are like a portable chemical tube that researchers carry to their research."
"Chemical tubes are all portable, Liam ..!"
Then silence fell upon them again. That's the way it is, it's easy to start, but hard to finish. The two of them had only met for a minute, and now the time to say their farewell had come before their eyes. It's a shame, even if it's not a goodbye forever.
Isn't separation without certainty more painful than one that is certain that you will never meet again? That's their principle.
"Liam. / Sherly." Two beads facing each other.
"Go ahead. / You go first." Two pairs of lips twitched.
"How far is it, how long is it, as long as there is space and time then the meeting will not be impossible..!!" And the same two sentences are uttered at the same time.
Joyful voices relieved that the weight that was weighing on their shoulders seemed to be lifted slightly.
The two of them were close together, holding each other's hands, their foreheads pressed together while a genuine smile didn't stop forming.
"Don't forget to send a text when you get to Durham."
"You too, don't get buried with those chemical canisters."
"Hey, I'm still sane to keep them in their respective places ..!"
"Will it rain tomorrow? The Sherlock said something so amazing just now."
"Liam..!"
They don't have much time, they don't waste the slightest bit. Spending it with friends or loved ones without leaving a scratch other than fun is the happiest way ever encountered. Distance will never break a relationship that is formed based on feelings.
And as Sherlock and Willie said, wherever there is, if it has space and time, the meeting is not impossible.