Sherlock Imagines

Different (Part 1)-Sherlock

You were different. You had known this since you were little. You acted in a different way and people treated you differently. You had trouble figuring out what set you apart but it didn't take you too long. As you would go through the day you would "think" things in your mind that you never even thought about.
One day you realized that they weren't your thoughts.  You finally figured out that you were able to read minds. At least that's what it felt like. You started telling your friends all their thoughts, thinking that they'd be amazed. Instead they were freaked out and everyone left you alone.
They started whispering to each other about you and their thoughts entered your head. All their mean thoughts. You'd always get home, sit on your bed, and cry. You were so alone but as time went on, you dealt with it. You were quite relieved when you finished college and would be able to get away from the world. You found a job at a small cafe. It was interesting working the register and knowing what drink someone wanted, but having to wait till they actually ordered. You were always afraid to freak more people out so you tried to ignore all the thoughts in your head.
One day, the cafe was really slow and there were only three people there. You heard the door open and looked up. There stood two gentlemen. There was a short man with blonde hair. His thoughts entered your mind and you felt sorry when you got the ones about war. Doctor John Watson. That was his name. One of the perks about this "ability" was you didn't even have to ask for names, but you would anyway. You then turned to the other man.  He was taller with curly brown hair. He wore a dark trench coat and a scarf. His eyes were mesmerizing but you didn't stay mesmerized long. Sherlock Holmes.  A famous consulting detective. The thoughts had distracted you while they were ordering but you quickly searched their mind for what they'd gotten. Two coffees. One with two sugars. You smiled and turned to get them.
Once they were ready, you found their table. You set their drinks down and John smiled at you.

"Thank you."  He said.

"You're welcome."  You said. "If you need anything else just let me know." 

You turned around to leave but you heard something that Sherlock Holmes said.

"Let's finish quickly so we can get back to the crime scene. Plus, everyone here is an idiot so I-"

You turned right back around and faced Sherlock, interrupting his sentence.  "Excuse me.  But I am not an idiot, Mr. Holmes."  Right after you said that you mentally face palmed your forehead.

You had done it. You hoped that they didn't notice but you were quite sure that they had. Sherlock cocked his head and studied you. You felt uncomfortable as you knew everything going through his mind. You were trying desperately to hold back your tears and you almost succeeded. Sherlock took in a breath to speak but you cut him off.

"You don't have to say anything. I already know you can tell my whole backstory."  You said and a few tears slipped away, which you immediately wiped off.

"Oh so you've heard of him?"  John asked.

"Never in my life."  You answered.

"Then how did you-"

"It's hard to explain."  You said and walked away from them.

You got back behind the register and stared at the wall in front of you. That is, until Sherlock walked in front of you blocking your view. 

"Can I help you?"  You asked.

"Come to my flat tomorrow."  He said. Well more like demanded.

"Why should I?"  You asked.

"I have become interested."  He said.

"In me?  Yeah right."  You laughed.

"The name's-"

"Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street.  Right next door."  You interrupted him.

"Uh, yes.  Tomorrow then?"  He asked.

"How about later today when my shift is over?"  You suggested.

"I suppose."  He answered and walked away.

You smiled knowing that you had finally impressed someone.  You got right back to work, eager to finish your shift.