Sherlock didn't have any friends to put it bluntly. To be honest , he didn't even have acquaintances . You know those people that you talk to but aren't really friends? nope. none of that.

just pushes , shoves , derogatory names , thrown food, and snickers behind his back. He'd never tried to make friends. no point. He'd always scared everyone that even attempted to be his friend off [and nor a lot of people attempted]. Being able to tell that their parents were having an affair or pointed out secret insecurities..yeah, it wasn't particularly pleasant and appealing to people.

So when he heard that a new family was moving in next door , he dreaded it. He knew his mother would want him to meet the boy that was his supposed age. Great... so now he had to prepare for another. "freak—!" and whatever else was thrown at him.

Two adults holding large boxes .ade their way up the driveway next to his house , he watched from the garden. His eyes landed on the boy , looking around his age , kicking a football up , a concentrated look on his face.