You may know Sherlock Holmes from the newspapers or the telly, but I tell you his hard exterior is just a front. In reality he is a child, and a spoiled one at that. Case in point.

It had been one week of university and I was already drowning in papers. Sherlock sat upside down in a rolling office chair with his hands in the prayer position under his chin. We were trying to study. Trying.

"The Amygdala controls what part of the brain?" I asked.

"Who cares?" Sherlock pouted.

"The professor that's why we are studying." I sassed.

"I need a smoke!" Sherlock said trying to get out of the chair without falling. It didn't work.

Thunk, there was a detective on the floor.

"Fat chance of me letting you do that." I said watching him pick himself off the floor.

"This is SO BORING!" He growled rubbing his leg -that he had bruised in his fall-.

"Of course it is it's Human Anatomy. Now answer the question!" I said patience quickly running out.

"No" He said glaring at me.

"Sherlock the test is tomorrow!" I said throwing the papers on the coffee table.

"So what?"

"So do as I say!"

"You know I didn't ask to be stuck with a goodie two shoes for eight to twelve years!"

"And I never wanted to watch a whiny man-child but here we are!"

"I DON'T WANT TO STUDY!"

"Sherlock you haven't studied yet at all! You need to listen to reason.

"But reason is boring!" he said dancing around the room.

"Sherlock!" I yelled as he stormed into his room and slammed the door.

"FINE BUT IF YOU FAIL DON'T BLAME ME!" I yelled at his door.

I realized I hadn't had lunch yet nor had I fed my child. No wonder we were hitting a wall. I went into our small kitchen to make us a sandwich. When i had finished i went to call Sherlock but i smelled something foul. I knocked on the door.

"Sherlock I made us lunch."

Sherlock coughed then replied hoarsely "I'll be right out!" Out he came cigarette in hand.

"Sherlock! Where did you even get that?" I fumed.

"You don't control me!" He replied blowing smoke in my face. I coughed. Then in a rage i grabbed the cigarette from his hand and pressed the burning side onto his forearm. He screamed.

"You wouldn't put this anywhere on your body so why consume it!" I sassed. He glared at me holding his arm and went to get our first aid kit. I took the opportunity to go into his room and find the rest of the cigarettes. He didn't have much time to hide them. So I started at the bed and crouched looking for a place to hide something small. His slippers! Inside his Persian slippers was a half pack of cigarettes. I pulled them out with disgust, and opened his window to air out the smoke. He stomped back into his room and glared at me. Okay so maybe I deserved that.

"I'm sorry." We said simultaneously. I laughed and he smirked.

"I'm sorry for smoking. I know you have asthma, but it's just so hard to stop." He frowned.

"I know I actually bought something for you I said." He followed me as I went to my room and got the nicotine patches.

"I got these thinking they might help you stop. You have been doing really good staying off the other...Stuff." I said handing him the package. "I'm sorry I burned you. I just got so mad when you didn't tell me..." I say sitting on my bed.

"You knew!?"

"You know for a genius you are incredibly stupid sometimes."

"Keyland you should have told me!" He sighed.

"No William you should have told me." I said grabbing my university sweater and purse.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"We need milk." I say slamming the door behind me.