I was bored, I always was. Lying in the sofa, picking up my phone within a few moments of my fingers blurring across the keys, I knew here was nothing of interest in the outside world. John was being my blogger on the last case. I wasn't being challenged. No, my brain wasn't being challenged. John had locked away my gun and my laptop was in my room. I could be bothered to get it and asking John would be an insult to his intelligence.
'Bored' I mumbled
'What?' asked John, turning away from the screen.
'Bored' I said again, a little louder.
Well, it's a clear night, no rain. Do you want to go for a walk?' he asked, trying to get me to do something more constructive.
'No' I said stubbornly.
'Well, perhaps... ah, you will just say no' john said, turning back to his computer.
'John, you tell me not to lead those at Scotland Yard on like that. Don't practise what you preach I said' I replied to his hypocritical statement exasperatedly and sat up, running my hands through my hair a few times.
'Well, I did move my telescope from my old apartment yesterday, or did that skip your notice?' he said facing me with his entire body.
'Yes, John, I did notice, what would the use of a telescope to me, being ignorant with facts of the universe?' I retorted staring into those eyes that have seen so much more than a London life of chips and cabs. I life that I had caused.
'Alright, if you don't want to learn and just be bored all night...' he tailed off opening his laptop and turning his way back to his post.
'Wait...You're willing to teach me about the solar system?', I ventured, for the first time, wanting to learn from someone.
Yeah, if you're willing to listen', He said turning back and closing his laptop again.
He waited a minute, obviously waiting for a response. But I had nothing.
John got up, slightly parted the curtain and looked out the window. 'Looks like we won't even need the telescope. It is really clear. Care to help me move the couch?' He finished, turning to me as he asked.
I awkwardly stood up and pulled at one of side of the sofa. Even for its 3 seat size that I required for my 3-inches-above-national-average-height it was surprisingly weightless as I dragged it over to the window. John had moved the table with all precaution not to bump any of the many items on its surface either it be his laptop that I insisted on using or my notes (which I never needed), books (which I never had the patience to read) or puzzles (barely touched or unused from past waves of boredom that ensued from the mental stagnation).
'Aren't you cold?' asked John sitting down. 'Could you get me a blanket and get one for yourself, you're making me cold just looking at you.' It was true I was a little chilled in the worn out shirt I used as pyjamas. I sulked a little at the thought of filling my head with some useless nonsense about stars and the lark, but the thought of John being teacher made it seem a little better.
Returning with blankets from my room, I found John had made tea (one mug for each of us) and a sandwich, (obviously for him). John put the plate and mugs on the floor, taking a blanket from me. He perched on the top of the couch leaving the seats for my height.
I then assumed a position I had not taken since I was very small and still curious of the world. I wrapped the cloth around me like a cocoon and tucked my feet in as not to let the evil monsters of the flat nip at my feet.
John began forgetting the tea and his food, immersing his mind and letting his memory go back from when he was taught all of this. It was purely amazing. All these little bits of knowledge that I had thrown away seemed to be a little more important now, perhaps it was because he was the one teaching me, not Mrs Potts, all scowls, apples and homework that was far too easy for the year.
I was losing myself in the black-blue of the sky, little pin-points of white and gold breaking the monochromatic view. 'And you see that constellation there?' asked John problem for the millionth time. 'It's called the Lil Bear or Lil Dipper. At the end of its handle is the Polar Star – the brightest Star in the sky.' He continued, looking at me from time to time as though to assure him I was listening.
'It's always fixed in one position while the other stars appear to rotate around it. It helped ancient sailors navigate across a featureless ocean without GPS...' he trailed off.
'Spectacular!' I murmured, almost to myself. John turned and gave me a rueful smile. Luckily he turned back to the window just I time.
Wooow! Saw that?' he said, curling back into his blanket.
I felt a little obligated to correct his syntax but I let it slide and decided to appreciate the shooting star.
'Yeah, beautiful' the words felt alien coming from my mouth.
John turned to me. 'You made a wish then?' I had an idea.
'Oh, yes!' I said as I pushed myself up and closed the gap between John's lips and mine.