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And when it is loosed, it is just as exciting as any fashion rebellion.
No, our last act consists of a familiar parade of characters seemingly just loosed from the circus.
They loosed documents that let us understand the magnitude of this crime.
Hernandez was charged with explaining what it means to have an idea knocked off and loosed into the marketplace.
But as he loosed one after other he was longer and longer about it, and his words were slower.
She waited till the train was moving before she loosed her shaft.
She loosed the hand of her stage lover, and dropping a bouquet, held out two small hands to Ulick covered with violet powder.
Mrs. Doolan loosed her hold on the doctor's arm, but she did not go home.
But it was inevitable that the tie between Gutzkow and Menzel should soon be loosed.
She loosed her hold on his arm and turned from him with a sigh.
early 13c., "not securely fixed;" c.1300, "unbound," from Old Norse lauss "loose, free, vacant, dissolute," cognate with Old English leas "devoid of, false, feigned, incorrect," from Proto-Germanic *lausaz (cf. Danish løs "loose, untied," Swedish lös "loose, movable, detached," Middle Dutch, German los "loose, free," Gothic laus "empty, vain"), from PIE *leu- "to loosen, divide, cut apart" (see lose). Meaning "not clinging, slack" is mid-15c. Meaning "not bundled" is late 15c. Sense of "unchaste, immoral" is recorded from late 15c. Meaning "at liberty, free from obligation" is 1550s. Sense of "rambling, disconnected" is from 1680s. Figurative sense of loose cannon was in use by 1896, probably from celebrated image in a popular story by Hugo:
You can reason with a bull dog, astonish a bull, fascinate a boa, frighten a tiger, soften a lion; no resource with such a monster as a loose cannon. You cannot kill it, it is dead; and at the same time it lives. It lives with a sinister life which comes from the infinite. It is moved by the ship, which is moved by the sea, which is moved by the wind. This exterminator is a plaything. [Victor Hugo, "Ninety Three"]Loose end in reference to something unfinished, undecided, unguarded is from 1540s; to be at loose ends is from 1807. Phrase on the loose "free, unrestrained" is from 1749 (upon the loose).
early 13c, "to set free," from loose (adj.). Meaning "to undo, untie, unfasten" is 14c. Related: Loosed; loosing.
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Tengion Inc.'s initial public offering on Friday harks back to the days when small venture-backed companies routinely employed boutique investment banks to escort themselves to the public markets.
The biotechnology company raised $30 million in the IPO, the smallest venture-backed offering since Feb. 19, 2008, when another unprofitable biotech, Bioheart Inc., earned just $5.8 million in proceeds in a slimmed down offering. Tengion is also the first such company since Bioheart to use boutique banks solely as bookrunners – which do the majority of work and collect the largest fees.
A year ago, the National Venture Capital Association urged the venture capital community to hire boutiques to take companies public, much like the industry did during the 1990s, arguing that VCs have relied too heavily on so-called bulge-bracket banks that aren't interested in smaller companies.

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WILLINGBORO, NEW JERSEY -- At approx 9:07 pm there was a car ordering at the Taco Bell and I was the car next, behind it. At this time 15 minutes went by, the car was still giving his/her order to the attendant. Please note: There was no other cars waiting to be served. So, I alerted the driver, by my horn and the Taco Bell attendant inside at the window taking their order instructed the car to come to the delivery window. So, I look at my clock it then, was 9:19 pm and still their order did not come out but, the order was approx $34.00 on the digital display for that customer. That customer was at the window approx another 10 minutes waiting for their order patiently.
So, I could not go around them, to leave or pull out of line, because the driveway was design to not get out of line. At approx 9:27 pm the customer left with order. When I got to window, I ask for manager and her reply was they don't control the customer orders in line. My reply since I was the only one in line you had me wait approx 25 mins, and I suggested big orders like that have customer pull in parking lot or come inside, but since I was, only one in line and your attendant kept checking to see if anyone was behind me you made me wait... I told manager I will never come there again, and was going to make a complaint.
Conclusion: I feel that the design of the delivery line for customers do not give you a choice to pull out of line when you see the customer in front of you has a big order. The management should be aware of other customers in line, the waiting period a common courtesy toward other customers, but I guess since I was the only person in line at the wrong time, caused me this drama. I did not order anything, but wanted to leave, but could not go around customers in front of me. Management made me feel that I was wrong. I hope my complaint will be helpful to others, but I was a loyal customer there approx 2 times a week and the shift knows I come there too.
LIVINGSTON, TEXAS -- May 19, 2012, it started around 9pm. I and my daughter ordered 2 grilled chicken Gorditas with extra Baja sauce on the side. I paid and went home. I got home opened my order and it was totally wrong. I ended up with 2 crunchy cheesy Gorditas, which sounds nothing like "I want two grilled chicken Gorditas with extra Baja sauce on the side". The breading was a regular tortilla and a taco shell inside and there was a little bit of lettuce and a lot of creamy stuff and I have no idea what the meat was.
So, I drove back 8 miles and told them the order was wrong, and explained what I ordered. I get two more of what they called Gorditas, this time it is a soft tortilla and lettuce, tomato and hamburger meat. I said, "no, this is not a Gordita!" I explained that the chicken Gordita is a thicker bread and smaller with grilled chicken meat, lettuce and tomato and I wanted extra Baja on the side. They said, "No, that is the chicken Gordita..." I said, "no." They said, "You want a Chalupa," I said, "No that is fried."
I explained to them AGAIN for the third time what I order all the time, and the cook said "I make them all the time!" I said, "Well, give me my money back I have lost my appetite." So she gives me my money back and the two orders I don't want. And they both have hamburger on them and neither one has the Gordita breading.
So, you might want to start training your staff on what they are preparing and selling!!! I told her the sign shows clearly what I was ordering. I usually would not drive back as gas is too high to do that. If the order would have at least had chicken on them I would have eaten it!! I don't eat beef! SO I wasted time and gas for your Livingston Texas Taco Bell's mistakes!!! All within one hour!! I will never eat there again!!!
And a good while back a previous employee said that place is so nasty and you would not believe what they do to the food there! And how dirty it is in the food preparation area. She was not fired. She left there on good terms and went to college, just so you know.
ASHBURN -- First off, I want to say that I am not the type of person to take the time to write reviews. Usually I don't even bother so for me to take time out of my work day to write this is a big deal. I love Taco Bell. Every place I have ever lived, I have always looked to find the closest Taco Bell. When I moved to Ashburn, I was happy to see that there was one nearby. My first couple of times visiting, I just used the drive through. All times showed very slow service, which I excused very quickly.
One day I decided to go in and get my food and I was appalled. The cleanliness and set up of the restaurant was horrible. It was so bad that it actually turned me off from going back to Taco Bell. In fact, I told my wife that I don't have a taste for Taco Bell any more based solely on the appearance of the one in Ashburn.
Today, I was in a rush and I was near the Taco Bell. I was going to use the drive-through, but the line was so long, it was backed up into the main road. I thought it might be faster if I went in. I was deeply wrong! Even though it was peak time (12:00 p. m.) it wasn't that busy. I ordered very quickly, but spent 20 minutes waiting on my food. At any given time, there was 10 people waiting for their food and there was no one ordering so they had full staff to handle the orders. To beat it all, I ordered steak and received chicken. Of course, the appearance had not changed. Soda was all over the floor and tables were full of trash and dirt. I will never go to this Taco Bell again! Stay Away!!!
MONTROSE -- I read a lot of complaints about fast food, usually with somewhat of a good reason. Fast food workers are overworked, underpaid, and under appreciated. It happens, and I usually take it with a grain of salt, as I think others should.
Taco Bell in particular seems to get a lot of complaints about speed and courtesy, but the Taco Bell I was in today astounded me. We were greeted with a warm hello and our orders taken and promptly filled. Nothing too interesting yet, just friendly fast service. As customers left the dining area the cashier would say goodbye and thank them.
A large group came in and ordered food. Within minutes all the orders were up and they were still chatting and filling drinks. The cashier happily insisted on walking their food to their table and even offered to clean the table up that they chose. They ended up moving to another table but the cashier still cleaned the original one off for them. He went to a different table and offered to take the tray from a customer. On the way he stopped and asked how our food tasted. There were other customers where the cashier said outright "Go ahead and sit down. I'll bring it to you." Geeze, this is Taco Bell people! I've never seen such service from a fast food joint.
I know what you may be thinking, Yet, maybe it's just that one guy who's really nice. Well, I could clearly see and hear the drive through worker giving the same level of courtesy to the drive through customers, and the manager was the one giving the cashier the trays of food. It seemed like everyone was just as nice. I wondered how this could be, then I got the answer. On the wall near the registers there was a small plaque about how this was a training store because of its high level of customer service. So THAT explains it! This is how Taco Bell wants its stores to be. At least they get trained at places that know how to do it right, even if they lose their way.
The current 1000.00 Dollar no purchase necessary to enter CBCC customer survey system does not give a true reflection of any of the desired target goals Taco bell is hoping to achieve with its customers but merely is a bizarre ineffective way to save money over doing real demographic and market strategies that reflect how your customers really feel. To hold employees accountable to these scores on these CBCC surveys is bizarre at best as hundreds of possible combinations of scorescan occur regardless of anything to do with Taco bell.
You could have a 5year old kid pushing all 1 rankings on the buttons to play a prank or a 90-year-old senile woman who hates everything as she is senile and you're going to base your employee and business reputation on speculation!
This corporation must truly be in dire straights and grabbing at straws as this ranking system allows employees to back stab each other by friends calling in to boost one person's scores while destroying even the greatest of employees currently working for your stores.
I had to check out this CBCC red dot green dot system for myself and it truly explains why most Taco Bell stores have really uncaring employees as they can do no right as you guys are putting your company's business name on the line based on speculation of a contest scores?
I understand you guys threaten employees with low CBCC scores under threat of termination if a low score occurs during an employee's shift regardless of conditions such as personal presently on the job or any of a 100 other possible reasons including the survey numbers may not even be from a real customer as Taco Bell has no invitation code to take the survey. All you need is a store corporation number like TB12854 to play the game contest and answer the questions as though you really care about the truth of your answers to these questions? This is absurd.
It's also a big time wrongful termination lawsuit for unequal labor practices in the making! Oh ya, you guys might want to hire people who can speak English as customers should not have to be fluent in the Spanish language to get their orders right! Have you guys lost your minds!
If even one third of the menu items in Taco Bell would look as good as they do in TV, I wouldn't dare write these words. They make sure that the image surpasses reality every time. Strongly recommend a proper anti-acid tablet an hour before venturing into Taco Bell. When Taco Bell was relatively new, I used to go a lot to eat there. The one I frequented was a few minutes from the beach and was a pleasant choice. Now, present tense, the Taco Bell of the past no longer prepares good food or even cares much one way or the other. But I keep watching TV day after day and sometimes a Taco Bell commercial hit the screens.
They might show a succulent breast of chicken cooking slowly on the grill, it looks so good that eventually another desperate visit is required "just in case" it might turn out as good as it looks. I understand it's all a game of numbers for these type of corporations. Numbers of patrons that are loyal and I am amazed to read that they are doing fairly well even today! I started doing a little research and I came across this question: Did you know Taco Bell uses "Grade D" meat? on answers.com and it finally made sense. They are cutting corners.
Apparently every step of the way except their marketing efforts and riding the wave that once propel them into the success story that the franchise became. I ate recently after several months and once again I regret to inform that besides being mediocre, the acid indigestion I had to battle later was enough to dissuade me from any future "change of hearts".
There are still dependable places on the fast food category (In-and-Out? always comes to mind for those on the west) and small outfits that take pride in serving the generous and highly deserving American public a superior product. Yes, it is sad but I guess all they really care about is the "bottom line" and that figure seems to be doing just fine. So what is the harm in pointing out that Taco Bell is more fattening than delicious fare?
SIERRA VISTA, ARIZONA -- The Taco Bell located in Sierra Vista, AZ is in dire need of new management. Eight times out of ten in the last year I have received poor service in every aspect related to the food business. It is a common occurrence to be told you will have a thirty minute or longer wait for your food. A few will say, but the majority of customers (such as myself) leave in disgust.
I feel badly for those stuck in the drive through with no way out. On those rare occasions when you do not have to wait, your order is incorrect, the service horrible, and when you complain you receive no sense of responsibility from the manager. If you order a taco supreme you get home and find out the sour cream is missing. If you order extra meat or cheese you do not receive it. Oftentimes, you are missing items from your order.
I have been greeted at the drive through by an employee who acts annoyed and sighs when you have a question or ask them to give you a moment before placing your order. Said employee points at you while you wait in the drive through and makes comments to co workers if you complain about the rude behavior. When talking to the manager you get absolutely no satisfaction. In fact, you are then left to wonder if they spit in your food. You very seldom receive friendly, competent service.
Having worked at Taco Bell when I was in high school I often wonder what the problem is and why it is not corrected. It is not a hard job, and it is easy to make the orders in a timely fashion. Telling customers they have to wait thirty minutes for their order is completely absurd considering the time it takes to make the items on the menu. If this were a one time situation, it would be understandable, however it happens almost every time we attempt to eat there. We do not even bother returning the items which were made incorrectly anymore. It is to be expected something will be incorrect.
ELENSBURG, WASHINGTON -- So a long while ago I was watching the news about a little girl who got locked in a Taco Bell bathroom. The Taco Bell employees said that there was no way to unlock the door from the outside. The women had to call the fire department to get her girl out. You'd think that this was not the only time that something like this has ever happened and you'd think that for the customers safety that Taco Bell would have learned a lesson, and taken action to prevent it from happening again.
Heres what happened to me. I went to Taco bell in Elensburg Wa today. My son is getting old enough and to the point where going with me to the "womens" restroom is not OK with him anymore. I checked out the bathroom, it had more than one stall and I was right outside the bathroom. I thought that it would be OK to let him in to use the bathroom.
He was taking a while, and I had to tend to my younger child for a min., who was getting impatient and trying to run away. I came right back to the door and it was locked. The main door to a multi-stall bathroom locked. I thought that it was my son who locked it so I yelled to him to open the door. He yelled back that he was still on the toilet and it was another man in the bathroom who had locked it.
I kept communicating with my child through the door until the other man opened it. In that time I didn't hear a toilet flush, a sink run or paper towel being dispensed. I watched the man for a little while after he came out, because he just walked around the store, he didn't get in line to order food or anything. He creeped me out so we did leave.
There is no reason for a multi-stall bathroom to have a lock that is unopenable on the main door period. Today only proves how dangerous it can be. Taco bell please remove/replace all of your locks with none at all on multi-stall bathrooms, and ones that can be opened from the outside in the case of an emergency by a staff member on single stall bathrooms. Please.
INMAN, SOUTH CAROLINA -- I stopped in for a quick dinner on my way home from work. Let's be honest, fast food chains aren't known for customer service, and the people are usually unfriendly and unhappy. Which is why I was surprised to hear a cheerful voice in the speaker. She was polite, well spoken, and had a SMILE on her face. She was my FIRST good experience at a fast food chain EVER!
Her name was **. I have no idea if Taco Bell will ever see this post, but I hope they do, and I hope they recognize her. I work in the customer service industry, so I'm sympathetic to mistakes, but most drive through employees come equipped with a crappy attitude and rolling eyes. I NEVER write reviews. This is the first time in my life that I felt compelled to say something, and all I can say is ** was awesome!
ELK GROVE, CALIFORNIA -- I want to know why Taco Bell's commercial are in Spanish. We are in America which the primary language is English not Spanish. I am very offended as my ancestors were required to learn English and not use their native tongue. Why is this any different? I also think that if companies want to provide help on their phone lines in other languages then English speaking people should not have to press 1 for English. The other language should be pushing the button.
I am tired that the English speaking people in our country have to put up with all these other languages when they should learn English in order to live here. I promise you if you go to another country they do not cater to us.


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Guard Kethan Savage has committed to Butler, reports Jon Rothstein of CBSSports.
George Washington announced earlier this month that Savage intended to transfer.
Over 35 games this season, Savage averaged 11.7 points, 4.8 rebounds and 2.3 assists.
Savage will have one season of eligibility remaining after sitting out next season.
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Take a moment and stop what you're doing. Check in with yourself. That is, check in with your mind. What is it doing? Is it concentrating on the words on the screen or is it also absorbed in the thought of what you're going to have for dinner tonight or even what you have planned for tomorrow?
For most of us, we've become so accustomed to multi-tasking that unfortunately we've trained ourselves right out of focusing on a specific task at hand. And while it might allow us to accomplish many things at once, the question is, with that much going on, how much are you actually enjoying what you're doing?
Checkout this recent Wisconsin Rapids Tribune post on the subject of mindfulness and how cultivating more of it through practices like mindfulness meditation, a person can get more enjoyment out of life by learning to show up for it. According to the article, mindfulness has 5 components, each of which builds upon the other to help you become and remain present.
- Quieting our mind. Acknowledge that we have racing thoughts and constant internal dialogue which, for the most part, is negative. Mindfulness equals less negative chatter. We need to rid ourselves of the chatter that bogs down our ability to pay attention to what's happening in our lives at any given moment.
- Focusing our attention. How do we dial into what we are doing in a particular moment (listening, talking, project, etc.)? One simple technique for focusing our attention is breath awareness. Consciously controlling and slowing the breath can help release stress and anxiety that prohibit us from focusing on the moment.
- Focused intention. Realizing that our thoughts — positive and negative — have a powerful influence on our life. Through positive intention and creative visualization we can make mindful changes in our lives.
- Handling negative emotions. Every day we are faced with vast opportunities to express our emotions. Are they going to be positive or negative? Negativity is inevitable and usually dominates. We need to make a conscious decision to change, and become a positive thinker.
- Acknowledge self and others. Acknowledgment of ourselves begins where we have already been successful. Seek out achievements that have already been created with gratitude and joy. It is also important to acknowledge others and their achievements without judgment or competition.
Read more about how cultivating mindfulness through practices like mindfulness meditation can teach you to show up here.


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"Addressing the issue of food poisoning in the classroom" is the theme of a competition organised as part of the National Schools Food Safety and Hygience Project 19956 for key stages 1-4, closing date April 30, 1996. Organised by Bishops (UK) Ltd and the National Association of Home Economics, it requires individuals or teams to answer questions and produce posters and educational brochures illustrating food safety measures. There are over Pounds 3,600 worth of prizes. For details and teachers' pack send SAE to: NSFSHP, 12 Townmead Business Centre, William Morris Way, London SW6 2SZ or tel: 0171 384 2224.


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Amnesty Agenda Edit
The government is split as to what to do with those aliens. The Christians unexpectedly break away from the Republicans to support the Liberals. They would like to give them the state of California and to include their language as an official language. This is done in exchange for their superior technology, their other-worldly spirituality and conviction, and their attractive songstress and sexy dancers.
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The Labor Unions, on the other side, unexpectedly break away from the Democrats to support the Conservatives. They would like to build a massive dome-shaped wall to cover over the whole of the United States. The wall is planned to be equipped with auto-robotic cameras and radio-controlled Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation (LASER) to keep them out. The wall is designed with the use of energy field with charged particles and any unwanted illegal entry will result in immediate electrocution with those charged particles.
First Contact and Secrecy Edit
First contact with Aliens occurred around 1940's in Roswell, New Mexico. The government of the time decided to keep it a secret. This is because America is drawn into the Cold War and every technological advantage is needed. It is unknown how many aliens are involved in the eventual development of National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the moon landing.
Even the government of today are still keeping information regarding the aliens a secret, such as the number of aliens currently in the country, how many are driving with special driving privilege card, and how many are receiving emergency hospital care.
Alien Hybrid Edit
Aliens, with their attractive songstress and sexy dancers, are attempting to mate with us in order to create alien hybrid. Due to the way how our constitution is worded, alien hybrid that are birthed within America is immediately considered as Americans.
Public Service Announcement Edit
If you see an illegal alien you are instructed to call the Central Interstellar Agency (CIA), the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), the Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS), and the No Such Agency (NSA). But, don't call the Police, they can't help with federal laws.
If an alien attempts to abduct you or feed you food that is too spicy and that resembles dog food run away and contact the Food and Drug Administration (FDA).
Don't allow aliens to make contact with the Coalition Of the Willing (COW) as aliens often turn COWs inside out.
Aliens speak a strange language that some scholars call Space Nishia (SpaNish). It is believed to be a derivative of American English but it makes absolutely no sense.
Known Aliens Edit
- Mork from Ork
- George Lopez
- My Favorite Martian
- George Lucas
- Jennifer Lopez
- Yoda
- Dennis Rodman
- Weird Al Yankovic
- Luke Skywalker
- Michael Jackson
- James Carville
- Michael J. Fox
- Gorlock
Area 51 Edit
All the aliens live here and have mass orgy parties but most people insist Area 51 does not exist.
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The Effects of Women's Fashion
Women's fashion is a direct reflection on society as a whole, as fashions change according to economic, political and emotional values of society. For the last 30 years or so, fashion for women has been focused almost entirely on making profits, and not so much on quality. Joyluxe is an awesome boutique with all of the latest womens styles.
There is a definite focus on what the product is over what the product represents, as evidenced by the emphasis on brands and to give it a modern look by immersing it into a tidal wave of promotion of all of the products in the brand.
One question that comes up is "Does fashion influence events, or do events influence fashion? One study on this very subject shows that a little bit of both statements are true, but with a decided leaning on the latter statement is the more influential factor.
Clothing can greatly influence how others treat you. A man in a nice looking suit will command more respect when approaching anyone with something to sell or with any type of request. On the other hand, if a new line of women's fashion hits the streets that is a bit zany and fun, it is liable to put a little relaxation into things and it may influence an immediate "pleasure presence" in people.
In a word, perception is everything in people's minds, and if they perceive that a more formal attire is necessary for an event or an outing, that desire may come from a more formal setting in society.
What we wear can communicate different things too, as if we dress more formally, it conveys responsibility and competency, but if our dress is less formal and more casual, it portrays a better social communications willingness, projecting a more friendly atmosphere.
Women's fashions depict similar trends, but not so much in the sense of high fashion. What women wear to work in the formal or non formal way, does show what a society does expect of them in what they wear.


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BUT, Yes -- you can use conditional statement to apply restriction on particular dates.
You can use condition rules to prevent submission(or show/hide fields) of the form if it the selected date is true to the restriction.
Here is an example form you can test http://www.jotform.me/form/42031913178450
In my test form, you cannot submit the form if the selected date is higher than 10-23-2014 (3 months from today)
This the condition statement I used
Hope this help. Inform us if you need further assistance.
Thanks heaps Jonathan .. It worked :)
Hello, I can't seem to complete the conditions for the date picker. It allows me to set the rules, but doesn't give me any options for setting the mask. The only thing available in the "set mask" drop down is "please select." Please see below. I want to make sure no one can pick a date that is either or both of the following:
1) Picking a date that is 'today +1' (we need at least 1 day's notice)
2) Picking a date including any Tues, Thurs, Sat or Sun
Am I doing something wrong?
Thanks in advance,
JotForm Support
Hello Deanna770,
As we cannot answer multiple question in one thread, I have moved your question to new thread and you will be answered here: http://www.jotform.com/answers/429314
Thank you!


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Hello thar!
Before you read my little story there are a few small things I should mention.
This is the only proper Authors Note, so just read it.
First of all, I am not British and I have never visited the Motherland therefore I have absolutely no idea how the school system works, however, I have been informed by a proper English lady that what I originally posted is incorrect. I do not have the care or patience to do the research and fix it, so it's staying as is – which is based partly on the Australian and partly on the American education system.
Secondly, whilst I recognise living in Europe is more expensive than my hometown I simply guestimated monetary values off the fact that the British pound is roughly double the Australian dollar.
Thirdly, for those people who live in countries where soccer is soccer and football involves men hitting (and often injuring) each other for our entertainment, please know that in this story 'football' refers to soccer.
Lastly! In this story I see the character of Merlin looking more like Colin Morgan did in Doctor Who. If you want to know what the character looked like, just google "Colin Morgan Doctor Who" and it should pop straight up.
Please enjoy and don't take this too seriously, after all its just fanfiction.
P.S I don't own Merlin. If I did there wouldn't be a single scene involving Bradley James with a shirt on
You Belong With Me
Chapter One
Firstly, let me introduce myself. My name is Merlin Emry's, I'm 17 years old and I'm a geek. I live with my Mum, Hunith, in a very small house in the town of Camelot, I play the clarinet and I'm considered to be a child of 'gifted' intellect.
Mum and I had only recently moved into this place, we'd only been there for about a week when I happened to be staring out of my window at the huge mansion that sat back to back with our humble little house when I saw the light click on in the opposing room. At first I didn't think anything of it, after all people usually lived in houses, but then I saw that the blinds had, for the first time, been left up and the bay window seat was taken by a sobbing, golden haired Adonis.
I gasped when I recognised him. It was none other than Arthur Pendragon – School Captain, Football Captain, straight A student and all around over-achiever.
I'd never talked to him in person but I'd always figured he'd be just another rich prat who judged people by the most superficial means. But here he was sobbing in front of his window. I was amazed, what could this seemingly perfect man be crying about? Well, that was the thought that got the ball rolling.
I grabbed my sketch book and a NICO marker and wrote in huge letters:
I opened my window despite the autumn chill and waved my arms trying to get his attention. Eventually it worked and he stared, no physical reaction, no nothing except curious staring. I suppose he'd thought that he was alone in his sorrows and the fact that a geek like me saw him in his moment of weakness was horrifying. I was right. In a split second he pulled the blinds down and his shadow disappeared from the window.
I didn't see him again except vaguely around school until the next week on Tuesday night. He was at his window, crying again. I was curious to know if this was a pattern with him. I hadn't ripped out the note from the previous week, so hell I thought let's try again. I opened the window again and got his attention and held up the sign.
At first I thought he had just got up and disappeared again but a couple of seconds later he came back with some binoculars, a pad of paper and a NICO. Relief flooded through me when I saw this, I perhaps hadn't made a complete arse out of myself trying to extend some empathy towards this man.
He held his paper up, at first I couldn't read it so I also grabbed some binoculars (which were given to me by my Uncle Gaius who used to be avid bird watcher).
The reply was:
I quickly scribbled back:
It was lame, but what else could I have said. I didn't know this guy, I couldn't ask details of what was upsetting him. Could I?
He replied:
He actually wanted to continue communicating with me. He really mustn't know who I am. Because frankly, in regards to high school, I was a loser. I can admit it. I have all of two friends in the world, Will and Gwen. I'm a band geek, I'm actively involved in the art department and I'm a scholarship student who has NO money to speak of. Which all equates to being a fucking loser at Camelot high.
I penned:
Through my binoculars I watched his face at this, he seemed surprised not to recognise me. I wasn't.
SO U NO WHO I AM… Arthur wrote back quickly before flicking to a new page and writing something else.
WHAT GRADE? He also asked.
I heard a knock at my door and quickly hid my sketch pad. I opened the door to find my mother in her most appealing pyjamas… *cough* (bright yellow, flannel and with brown cows on them.)
"Merlin, what did you want for lunch tomorrow?"
She seriously interrupted my 'getting to know the school sex God' session to ask what I wanted for lunch. Christ.
"Um, peanut butter sandwich is fine thanks Mum"
"Ok then, night little boy"
"Night Mum"
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that she does little things for me like making my lunch but sometimes I wonder if she'll ever let me move out of this house before I have grey hair.
After I shut the door I rushed back over to the window.
"Damnit!" Arthur was gone. However, he left the note pad on my side of the blinds saying:
We started doing that nightly, just talking about ourselves and what we wanted from life. It continued for a couple of weeks and I didn't see Arthur crying again but it still weighed on my mind and I wanted to ask him about it. I didn't straight away though and all this time I never spoke to him at school. He saw me in the halls a few times and smiled shyly before running off to class or where ever he had to be.
The night before the opening football match of the school year and my first band performance I finally got up the nerve to ask about why he was so upset those first couple of times I saw him through my window.
I was nervous the whole night until our sort-of-not-really arranged time to talk.
Finally he time came and I rushed to my window with my already prepared note. I held it up anxiously hoping for some sort of reply.
He seemed to spend an extraordinary long time reading the message before replying hurriedly.
I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT. He replied, quickly followed by
I sighed, and wrote exactly what I was thinking about him, then held it up to the now, one-way window of communication.
The next night came and after briefly appearing in the music of God Save the Queen I spent the rest of the evening in the stands.
God, Arthur looked good in his footy gear. I was practically drooling surveying him in his red and gold uniform, the tight top showing off his pecs and the loose pants that hung perfectly around his arse. Damn I scowled internally, should've bought those stupid binoculars.
As soon as the game finished (we won, of course) I rode my tattered bike home and sulked for a bit, listening to music. It started to dawn on me, I didn't just think Arthur was really fit but I was starting to fancy him. I mean, I spent half the time staring at him and the other half glaring at his head-cheerleader girlfriend, Sophia.
"Shit" I muttered aloud. It was just cruel that I had a thing for Arthur 'Perfect' Pendragon. He wasn't just straight. He was soooo straight and even if he weren't he'd still be 20 000 leagues out of mine.
What was a lonely, loser, accidentally-fancied-the-football-captain gay boy to do on a Friday night?
Admittedly I'm smart, but I can be a real dumbass at times…
I snuck downstairs and into the pantry in the kitchen. I took a block of chocolate and half-filled a mug with vodka before grabbing a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and retreated back to my room.
Half an hour, half a block in and half the vodka gone later I had my music blaring and I was dancing around my room in a t-shirt and my tight black boxer briefs. With my curtains open. Stupid!
I'd figured that Arthur wasn't going to be home anytime soon because he'd be out with his buddies after the match or with her. Besides, I didn't think he was talking to me after I tried to pry last night. So he wouldn't look out his window in any case and I really wanted to keep mine open because I liked the cold air whilst I was dancing.
I squealed when one of my favourite songs came on, You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift. Which, when I thought about it was kind of funny since it was like exactly what was happening with me and Arthur… but not really. Ok, we had the note thing going on and that was it.
Oh well, I was wayyyy too drunk to care as I started singing into my wireless mouse like a country star. Wiggling my arse to the beat as I acted out the lyrics, I was having fun then I turned around and looked out the window to see Arthur's notepad on my side of his blinds. A swell of dread washed over me. He fucking saw me dancing like a bloody girl. To Taylor Swift. Fuck my life.
I grabbed my binoculars to read the message.
Well no shit. I was drunk. But of all the things to say, why that?
I went to bed pretty much straight after that, my buzz was killed and I forgot about the strangely endearing message from Arthur until the next day.
On Saturday I did homework, assignments and I studied for tests. Come Saturday night I sat waiting at my window for Arthur for over an hour. He never came. Never showed on Sunday night either. I was disappointed, totally and utterly, I kinda thought we were friends (even if I had more than friendly thoughts about him.)
He didn't come to his window again until Thursday of the next week. I'd almost given up by this point but by habit I checked for signs of life near the window every five minutes whilst I was reading in my room.
I saw his shadow sit in the bay window but he didn't lift the blinds. He was crying again, I just knew he was and it broke my heart to know this and not be able to help.
Five minutes later the blinds slowly lifted to reveal the tear-soaked face of the man I had grown to have feelings for. And that was the night everything changed between us, the night we truly became friends and the night I fell irrevocably in love with Arthur Pendragon.
We stayed at our windows to well into the early hours of the morning. He told me why he cried. His father was, on the surface an extremely successful and influential businessman, but underneath he was an abusive drunk who blamed Arthur for the death of his mother. His father hated him, and Arthur found it very difficult to deal with which is why I saw him crying some times.
I shared as well, told him about why I was such a loser. He seemed to laugh at my reasoning.
I DON'T THINK UR A LOSER. He wrote, adding
I smiled sadly at that. It was true that Arthur knew more about me than my other friends. The secret friendship we had was, in my eyes, pure and beautiful because no one else knew. No one needed to if Arthur didn't want but I desperately wanted to be able to talk to him at school. To hear his voice confess to me the things we talk about every night at our windows.
DO U THINK WE COULD? I wrote hesitantly.
I swallowed nervously. I was actually going to spend time with Arthur.
Oh my God. I was going with Arthur to London ALONE. I was about to have a panic attack.
Please say 'have crazy teenage sex'. Please say 'have crazy teenage sex'.
Before Arthur could reply his phone rang. He held up a BRB sign. I watched him through my binoculars, he seemed at first happy to be talking to whoever called but then it quickly escalated into, at least what I could interpret as, a screaming match. He sighed deeply and looked at his phone, whoever it was hung up on him.
Almost immediately he returned to his window, and without me having to ask he held up a sign:
He laughed at that, he beamed me a smile that almost made me fall off my chair. God, I was so screwed. How was I supposed to spend a day alone with him in London without at least touching him inappropriately?
Arthur held up:
Yes, I did notice that it was gender neutral. He fucking knew didn't he… shit.
I had to think about at least something kind of witty as a response to hide my embarrassment.
Crap, well if he wasn't sure if I was gay before it's confirmed now.
I muttered to myself "Damnit Merlin, that wasn't witty - it was fucking girly."
I couldn't keep talking to him if this is where the conversation was going. It would just be too awkward on Saturday, plus I really didn't want the guy I was pretty much head of heels for to be the first person I told.
I GOTTA GO. C U 2MORROW. NIGHT. I didn't wait for a response.
Friday morning came, the day before Saturday *gulp*
Most of the day went by fairly quickly, not that I was paying much attention – my mind was kind of blank. Gwen was the first to notice at lunch.
"Merlin, are you ok? You've been acting really distant today and you've been different the last couple of weeks" she asked me timidly.
It took me a second to register what had been said. I was really out of it apparently.
"I'm fine, thank you Gwen. Just preoccupied"
"You know if you need to talk…"
"I know and thank you."
Our conversation was abruptly cut short as Arthur and his two best friends walked past our table. Gwen couldn't keep her eyes of Leon and I couldn't keep my eyes of Arthur, who sent a heated look towards me. I pretty much melted into a puddle in my seat.
I sighed quite audibly, I was so screwed.
The bell rang and with a quick wave to Gwen and a silent Will I ran off to my next class, maths.
Half an hour later, my eyes were drooping and my head was held by the cradle of my arms. Maths was boring at the best of times but with my concentration ability at an all time low, it was unbearable. I needed to get out of there, just for like five minutes to clear my head and walk around.
I stuck my hand up and waited until my teacher called on me.
"May I go to the bathroom please?" I said in my politest tone.
"Yes Merlin, go on" she said, sounding annoyed.
I walked slowly to the boys toilets, stopped to get a drink from a fountain (getting most of the water on my shirt instead of in my mouth) and read every notice on every board on the way there. Finally, I pushed through the door to the toilets and stopped abruptly. For shit sake! The world was out to get me. Arthur stood over one of the sinks splashing cold water over his perfect face. And all I could do was stare… should I talk to him?
"Arthur" I said quietly, he looked up at me and was taken aback. A small smile crept onto his face then he crossed the space between us and held a finger to my lips. The contact burned, I had to suppress a shiver of desire.
He took a pen and a piece of scrunched up paper from his school pants and wrote on it. He shoved it into my hand and hurried out of the bathroom. I opened it up, it said:
Ok seriously, this was getting a little weird right? Do normal teenagers have friendships like this? No of course they don't, but in the terms of unconventional friendships, does this count because the way he looked me in the eyes and held his finger against my lips was far more intimate than I've ever been with Will or Gwen… This whole thing with Arthur was messing with my equilibrium.
The rest of the day swam by, my mind only focused on what happened in the toilets. Then the end-of-school bell rang out and I hurried off to the music room to get changed into my band uniform and get ready for the start of the match. It was an important game tonight, against Mercia College – our most hated rival and everyone was pumped up… even the band geeks.
5:00pm came and we started playing on the school oval as parents and students arrived to watch. We played until 5:30pm and with a quick God Save the Queen the match was started and I took my place in the stands.
Again, I spent the night half drooling over Arthur and half glaring at Sophia who stood on the sidelines.
The game ended and we won! Thanks to a last minute effort of Arthur's, Christ was there anything that boy couldn't do?
I was walking out of the oval when something caught my eye. It was waving, Arthur was waving at me… I grinned widely and waved back then Sophia hijacked Arthur's attentions. Bitch.
Still, the interaction was enough for me to ride home on high, smiling broadly and humming love songs. I realised, to my horror, I was a lovesick teenager. I arrived home to empty house, Mum was working late again – I offered to get a job to help out by she wouldn't hear of it. She said my job was to go school and have the chances she never did… and then when I was a rich doctor I could pay to keep her comfortable. Seemed like a good deal to me, not that I wouldn't have looked after my Mum in any case, after all she's my only living family and I love her to bits.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed chocolate, vodka and orange juice again (I hoped this wasn't becoming a habit) and headed up to my room. I huffed as I switched on my computer, alone again on a Friday night. It sucked. Will was always at Youth Group as his Dad was a church leader and Gwen was always working at her family's restaurant.
Well, time to relax and attempt to forget about Arthur, and tomorrow. I put on my favourite movie (which was also one of Arthur's) Role Models and drank and laughed for the next two hours.
The movie finished and I supposed I should probably go to bed or something, but I was drunk and honestly not that tired, wound up by worry about tomorrow and from laughing for the last two hours straight. In my drunken state I wondered if Arthur was home. I picked up my binoculars and attempted to focus my eyes, and as if on cue Arthur turned on the light and walked through his bedroom door. It was strange that I could seem him at all since he usually kept his blinds closed except when we were exchanging notes.
"Oh God" I whispered aloud, he was starting to get undressed. This was wrong, watching him like this and he probably didn't think to bother pulling the blinds since my lights were off, logically meaning I was out or asleep. It was kind of like in a movie when someone's head gets cut off, you can't look away but you know you should. Except this was much, much sexier.
First he unlaced his shoes and threw them towards the door, I gulped. Then he lazily pulled off his long uniformed socks and put them in his washing basket. I couldn't believe I was watching this… and dear God I hoped he didn't stop until he was stark bollocks naked.
He lifted the hem of his shirt and slid the grass and mud covered item over his head and revealed his perfectly formed pectorals and abs. I was already hard, apparently voyeurism and alcohol mix well.
Oh God, he was undoing his pants. Was he purposely doing this slowly like a strip tease or was my mind trying to torture me? Either way I didn't care. I shifted the binoculars from my right hand to my left and my free hand started to venture downwards, softly stroking myself through the material of my boxers.
Arthur's footy shorts were sliding down his long tanned legs revealing his red Calvin Klein boxer briefs underneath. I was so incredibly turned on right now, it was possible my balls might explode of their own accord.
After he took the shorts off I turned my full attention to the only clothing he had left on and sweet merciful miracle making Jesus, he was hard. And stroking. I'm pretty sure I blacked out a little at his point, because the next thing I remember was him sitting on the edge of his bed sans boxers slowly masturbating, one hand on his gorgeous cock and one teasing a nipple. I was sitting in my chair furiously rubbing myself whilst watching him. I was so close but damnit! I wasn't going to come until he did, even if he had no idea what was going on.
He was really taking his time, teasing, stroking lazily. He had his head flung back, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. His body was covered with a light sheen of sweat and I could not imagine that there ever was or ever will be a more arousing and sensual demonstration than what was happening in Arthur's room. However, I was wrong.
Minutes later as his pace quickened, his left hand left his nipple and fumbled to open a draw beside his bed. I saw him remove some sort of tube and flick the lid open one handed and pour some of the contents on his dick and his left hand before chucking the bottle on his bed. Obviously whatever he was using for lube was doing the job because I saw his mouth open in barely concealed moans of pleasure as his worked himself up and down, his breathing get more ragged than my own. Then he lay back on his bed (only his cock and legs visible to me now) and his wicked left hand moved itself in-between his legs, past his balls and he started fingering himself. That was the final straw for me; I lost it and came fucking hard all over my windowsill. I didn't let myself shut my eyes for a single second, knowing if I did I could miss the most amazingly hot thing I'd probably ever see in my life.
The vague thought of Why the hell didn't I film this? crossed my mind as Arthur added another finger to himself and I whimpered. He was coming now, hot waves of white covering what I could see of his stomach and I wished I could've seen his face when he came, watched him as he stifled cries of pleasure.
After he finished he switched on his bedside lamp then walked to the other side of his room and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before turning his light off and climbing into bed.
"Guess that's my cue" I Mumbled to myself and I grabbed a tissue and wiped off the spent cum on my windowsill.
His lamp turned off and I put my binoculars to rest on my chair and got into my own bed. It was only after snuggling into my pillow for five minutes before I realised… I had to spend the day with him tomorrow. How was I meant to do that without reliving tonight's events over and over in my mind and getting hard every three seconds? I'd have to dress carefully…
Saturday morning came; (and so did I after remembering what happened last night) I woke with a bit of a headache and terrible taste in mouth around 9 o'clock. I just got out of the shower when I realised that Arthur and I had never organised a time or place to meet or even how we were getting to London. It was a bitch of a bus ride, but not too long by train but the station itself was a half an hour walk from here and I didn't have a car and I just couldn't wake Mum to ask her to take me after she worked all night.
How was I meant to contact Arthur about this? I didn't even have his mobile number to text him or anything. Maybe this lack of organization was an excuse to avoid spending the day with him? Because I still didn't think I could face him after last night.
I walked back into my room with a towel around my waist; I was about to draw my curtains when I noticed a sign on the outside of Arthur's blinds. (When had he closed them?) I quickly grabbed my binoculars from where they were rested behind me.
The message was rather demanding – I liked that.
I dressed in some casual house clothes and picked what I was going to wear for my afternoon with Arthur. I settled with black skinny jeans (on me, these were still a bit loose) and a grey long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows.
I spent the time until 11 o'clock reading, well attempting too before I got up and started preening. First to come on were socks, then jeans and a nice belt with a superman buckle. I ironed my shirt and hung it on a hanger then went into the bathroom to attempt to do something with my hair.
I borrowed some of my Mums mousse and styled it into an 'it looks good but I didn't really try' kind of 'do. Unfortunately nothing could be done about the size of my ears. Gwen told me they make me look adorable like a little kid, which really wasn't what I wanted today Oh well…
11:45am - I grabbed my wallet, put 50 quid in it (my whole allowance for two weeks – eek!) and shoved it in my back pocket. I put my chapstick in my front pocket then shrugged on my shirt and rolled the sleeves.
11:50am – I took my nicest coat from the rack, it was black wool, thigh length (convenient for when things unexpectedly popped up) and quite lovely. It originally belonged to my father many years ago but was still in style. I put my phone and keys into my coat pockets and left my room with my shoes in my hand.
In the kitchen I drank a glass of water and wrote my Mum a quick note telling her I was going to London and that I'd be home sometime before dinner.
I stood at the front door with my shoes on waiting for the time to hit 11:55am. It took about five minutes to walk around the block to the bus stop and I didn't want to be (more of) a loser and arrive early.
Finally the time ticked to 11:55am and I stepped out of the front door of my house and walked slowly, casually as possible to the bus stop with my heart in my throat.
I took exactly five minutes to walk around to the bus stop and I sat nervously in the shelter waiting for Arthur. I didn't really see Arthur as the kind of bloke that would take the bus anywhere let alone to the city. But, I'm sure this day was going to be full of surprises.
12:05pm – I wasn't just nervous, I was fucking jiggling. My right knee was like a one limb epilepsy attack. God, I hoped Arthur wasn't going to stand me up. Oh shut up Merlin I told myself. He was five fucking minutes late, anywhere up to half an hour was still good timing for a teenage boy.
It just ticked 12:11pm on my phone when a bright red, recent model BMW pulled up beside me. The drivers' side door opened and The Golden Prince (as I'd dubbed my fantasy Arthur *wink wink*) emerged from the rather flash car. Without a word he shut the door and walked around his car and sat next to me in the bus shelter.
He was dressed in well fitting grey jeans that probably cost more than my house, a sky blue dress shirt with a black leather jacket over the top. His hair was perfect; his smile as he approached me was perfect. Arthur Pendragon was just perfect, fucking prat.
After he sat down neither of us spoke for a minute. The tension covered every inch of space in and around us. I was almost about to make a comment about the weather (looks like rain… ) before Arthur turned towards me and held out his hand.
"Hello, I'm Arthur Pendragon"
I was admittedly a little stunned at first, took me a moment to recover before introducing myself right back. "Merlin Emrys, how do you do"
"Pleasure to finally actually meet you. Hmm, I did imagine your voice to be a little higher though." He smiled like a hyena at his own comment.
"Sorry to disappoint," I said trying to sound offended, but honestly if he smiled at me like that again I'd forgive him for killing my Mother.
He laughed a little. I smiled sheepishly. Then it was awkward.
"Looks like rain" I said before my mind could stop my mouth.
He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, "Did you just make conversation about the weather, Merlin?"
"Yes, well it seemed appropriate since it, ah rains a lot here."
"If I didn't already know you were a genius I'd have to think you're the biggest idiot ever to grace my presence."
"And if I didn't already know your not a dick, I'd call you one"
Oh shit, don't think about Arthur's dick, don't think about Arthur's dick, don't think about… fuck.
"Right, well I suppose we should get going, if we ever plan to make it back by a reasonable hour" Arthur said breaking my ah, train of thought.
"Yeah I suppose so" Or we could accidentally get stuck in London, have to get a hotel room and then do naughty things all night…
Well, that was a nice fantasy and all but unfortunately two factors came in the way of anything remotely like that happening. One, Arthur is completely straight (jeez how Medieval *rolls eyes*) and two, we just pulled up outside Sophia's house. Fuckity fuck.
She was waiting by the curb, dressed in a very short high-waisted skirt with stockings and a purple turtleneck covered by a calf length wool coat and she was wearing matching purple pumps. I just rolled my eyes because honestly, who wears high heels shopping? I thought those things hurt women's feet? She's such a fashion whore (not the only kind of whore she is either…)
After we pulled up she stood at the curb without moving. Arthur got the hint after a few seconds and got out to open the door for her. Who the fuck did this girl think she was, royalty? I know it's meant to be gallant and proper for guys to do that but seriously she just made it look pretentious.
After she settled behind me in the car, Arthur returned to his seat and made quick introductions before we headed off towards our capitol city.
Forty-five minutes of driving and a further twenty minutes of looking for parking later we all emerged from the car and stook awkwardly, waiting for someone to take the lead as to where to go and what to do.
Sophia huffed from behind me, "well I have a salon appointment, I'll meet you outside Chichi's Coffee at 4 o'clock, ok?"
"Ok, babe" Arthur answered automatically.
Sophia kissed him on the cheek and stalked off to her salon, hopefully to get a bitch removal mask.
Arthur and I walked in silence for a few minutes, heading towards some department stores.
I did a double take when Arthur said "She's cheating on me"
"Yeah, she doesn't know that I know. But she is, with one of the guys on the cricket team"
What a fucking bitch. Who the hell in their right mind would cheat on this man?
"Are you going to break up with her?" I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
"I don't know, I don't love her anymore but having her around makes things easier with my father. He actually likes her, for some reason"
"God, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry Arthur."
"It's ok, I always knew she was a tart, guess that's probably why I started dating her to begin with, ironic in the end really"
"What's ironic?"
"I lied, Merlin" he said almost annoyed with me for having to say it out loud.
"About what"
"God, you're thick. I'm a virgin, I never slept with her"
"Huh? Why not?"
"I guess, I didn't want my first to be a trophy girlfriend. Mind you, I'm not a bloody girl I don't need roses and all that crap for someone to get into my pants but you know, doing it with someone who actually cares about me would be nice."
"Yeah, I suppose."
He scoffed, "What, you don't want your first time to be with someone you at least like?" He paused, "I know you Merlin, you're intelligent and sensitive, you want it to be special," he said condescendingly.
He was right though; I did want my first time to be special. Not in the back alley of some sleazy pub or with some fuck buddy I find at school or university. More specifically, I wanted it to be Arthur. I just know he'd be a wonderful lover, especially with that magnificent cock of his. Mmm.
No one said anything for a while, unfortunately we weren't good enough friends yet that it could a comfortable silence. We walked slowly, trying to think of something – anything! – to say that wasn't lame.
"Ah, that's the book store I wanted to go to" Arthur said.
"Oh thank God," I answered a little too quickly. He just gave me a strange look.
"So what book is it that you're looking for?"
"Just something a friend recommended,"
Ok, was he trying to be purposely vague or just annoying?
"And this recommendation is called…"
He sighed quite audibly before finally answering, "The Linnet Bird"
"What's it about?"
"Not sure really, Morgana just said it was set in India during the English occupation, and that it was the best book she had ever read. And she's a librarian so that's certainly a feat"
"I might have to read it after you're done, if you don't mind" I gave him a smile.
He just smiled back and I nearly tripped over my feet. Could any man on Earth be this perfect?
After half an hour of browsing the 3-story bookstore and refusing to ask the staff for help Arthur finally found and paid for the book he was looking for.
We decided it was time to have lunch, well whatever a meal was called at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. We went into a nearby pub, sat down and quickly ordered. Arthur had a beer with his meal, I was annoyed.
He saw me looking at his drink, "Sorry, did you want one?"
It snapped me out of reverie, "What? No, I don't want to get you in trouble"
"Why would I get in trouble?" He asked seeming genuinely confused.
"I'm a year below you Arthur, I'm only 17"
"Oh yeah, haha, I forgot about that!" he sent a big self-satisfied grin my way "I suppose I can't ask you to come out clubbing with me next weekend then"
NOOOOOOO! Clubbing with Arthur? He'd be all drunk and in the mood for dancing. I might've even been able to grope him a little and get away with it. Fuck my life.
"Not unless you know someone who makes fake ID's, really cheap fake ID's"
"Actually…" he started, "never mind, just keep next Saturday night free ok?"
He wasn't actually going to get me a fake ID was he?
"Ok, I'll make sure to put my overly active social life on hold for one night"
He smirked at me. I melted a little.
"Well, we've got an hour an a half until we head back, what would you like to do?"
It was my turn to grin.
"Arthur, have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution?"
He had a look of shock horror on his face, "You're not seriously suggesting,"
"I seriously am" I injected.
Eight rounds of DDR later, six winning bets, £50 extra in my pocket and an hour and a half later, Arthur and I stood outside ChiChi's Coffee waiting for his whoring girlfriend to show up. She was twenty minutes late of course and when she finally arrived she gave us a look of indignation, like we were the ones that had kept her waiting.
One the way back I sat, cramped, in the back seat of Arthur's car. Everyone was silent, the radio was the only thing that broke the tension. Taylor Swifts 'You Belong With Me' came on and I couldn't help but escape into my fantasy world where this was Arthur and my song as a couple. Seemed to fit I think. I was rudely interrupted during the best part of my fantasy (The Golden Prince had just found his servant, Merlin, chained face-first to a wall as punishment for insolence and decided to add his own penalty in form of a brutal arse pounding.)
I was hard and Sophia had just jumped out of Arthur's car, I now had to get up (hehehe) and move to the front seat. THANK GOD I wore a long coat today.
A short time later we arrived outside my house. Today was just so much like a date (minus the girlfriend hitching a ride with us part) that I was almost tempted to ask him to walk me to the door. I jumped out of the car and was about to lean through the window to say goodbye when I saw that he had in fact gotten out of his car and was, I shit you not, about to walk me to my door.
I was bewildered, scared and a little giddy. Was it too much to ask for a kiss goodnight?
He walked beside me towards the door. "I had a ah, fun time today Arthur. It was good getting to know you using vocals instead of pens."
He chuckled, "yeah me too… and don't forget we're on for next Saturday night"
God, that sounded like a date again didn't it?
We'd reached the door by this point – should I invite him in?
"Yeah of course." Fuck it, you only live once, "Do you, uh, have anything excited on tonight?"
"Nope, I was just going to stay home and watch telly"
Say it Merlin, you big fucking pussy. Just ask!
"Did you wanna come in? My Mums at work tonight and I know where she keeps the vodka." I said, trying to sound as un-I-want-to-fuck-you as possible.
The look on his face told me he was deliberating. I wasn't sure myself if it was a great idea, but more than likely for different reasons than Arthur. I was what you would call an honest drunk.
His expression changed suddenly to one with a smile.
"Sure, why not? I'll just take my car home, grab my PS3 and be back in like, ten?"
"Awesome, the door will be unlocked – my rooms' the attic"
He went back to his car and drove home whilst I madly dashed around my room trying to make it look at least a little bit respectable. I hid my porn, shoved my clothes in the laundry basket and made sure my bed didn't smell like spent cum. I went downstairs and grabbed the vodka, orange juice and chocolate (this was really becoming a bad habit, well at least I wasn't drinking alone this time!)
I changed my clothes to something a bit more casual, but still better than my normal house clothes and put my sketching pad (which included a rather true-to-life depiction of what I witnessed Arthur doing to himself the previous night) behind my TV for safekeeping.
I'd just finished when Arthur trundled up the stairs holding his PS3 system and bottle of tequila.
"Oh yeah, you can buy your own booze hey…" I said sheepishly.
He just smirked.
"Yeah, besides tequila gets the job done faster" His brow furrowed, "do you have limes?"
I looked at him like he was an alien. Do I have limes? Who in the hell has limes just lying around? It's not like scurvy is the biggest health problem facing the nation anymore.
"Uh, no"
What. The. Fuck.
"No" I just shook my head and scoffed, rich people! "I think we have oranges that aren't quite ripe yet so they're still sour, will they do?"
"Perfectly, um you do have salt don't you?"
My God, now he thinks I'm a peasant.
"Yes, Arthur, I have salt." I replied rolling my eyes.
I went down to the kitchen to cut up the oranges and grab the salt whilst Arthur started setting up the gaming system. I came back to find him holding my sketchbook. Why the hell had I thought behind the TV was a good hiding spot?
I quickly snatched it off him. "I was wondering where that had gotten to, haha" I said trying not to sound suspicious.
"Oh, I found it behind the TV when I went to plug this in" he indicated towards his PS3.
I shoved it in my porn draw.
"Well glad you did, haven't been able to find it." I said with a nervous smile.
Arthur went back to what he was doing as I poured us both a starter drink. I was half way through mine by the time he'd finished, and I was already feeling it. I'm such a thimble.
I fucking giggled as I handed him his drink.
"Merlin, are you already drunk?"
"No, don't be ridiculous" Then I giggled again.
"Oh my God, you are! You've had half a drink!"
"Oh shut up Arthur, at least I'm a cheap drunk"
He just shook his head.
"How about a shot then" he said whilst grinning sadistically.
"Might as well," I said and resigned myself to a night of drunken stupidity.
Two hours later, Arthur and I were fucking maggotted. We were attempting to play some sort of racing game but kept crashing into the walls and restarting every 30ish seconds. We were also having a great time, laughing our arses off and talking uninhibitedly.
After another five 'races' or so I gave up, softly threw down the controller and fell back to lay on my carpet.
"I give up, you win," I said drunkenly
"I'm pretty sure neither of us won" Arthur replied, which sent us both into a giggling fit.
Once we'd regained our composure Arthur unsteadily stood up. "Hey, where'd you put that sk-sketchbook. I wanna see your drawings" He already had one hand gripped on the handle of the drawer by the time I realised what he'd said. "It was this one!" he said to himself as I crawled across the floor in an attempt to stop him from opening the drawer.
"No, stop, don't open it!" I shouted
Too late.
He picked up a magazine and a DVD from inside and stared at them, well at least the sketchbook was forgotten.
The slowly read the description on the back of the DVD then started laughing, loudly.
"I knew it, I fucking knew it!" he proclaimed between laughter.
Mentally, I was sobering up but unfortunately my body wasn't so as I went to grab both offending items out of his hands I tripped and landed on my knees in front of Arthur, which sent him into hysterics.
As he collapsed against the bed I grabbed the magazine and DVD from his hands and threw them back into the drawer and shut it angrily. I stomped over to the window and sat, sulking, in the chair I kept there.
After another minute or so Arthur finally stopped laughing and got up from my bed and stood beside me at the window.
"I'm sorry Merlin, I wasn't laughing at you. I always kind of suspected you were, well you know"
"Gay," I interjected.
"Yeah gay, but it doesn't bother me. It really doesn't, I just found it funny that I discovered your porn stash and it's fucking hilarious that you have one called 'Backdoor Bandits'…" He started laughing again.
"S-Sorry" then he giggled a little more.
"What, like you don't have any porn with funny names?"
"I don't buy porn, it's called the Internet Merlin." He stated condescendingly.
Neither of us said anything for a while. I sat, glumly, reliving the horrifying moment of that drawer opening again and again. He said he doesn't care, but that's a drunk person talking. What will he think in the morning?
"Well I think we should probably call it a night" Arthur stated.
"Yeah we're both a bit pissed."
We both giggled.
"I'll come round tomorrow to get my stuff," he said indicating towards his PS3 and tequila.
"I'll be here all day, cleaning and studying so drop by when ever"
"Right, well I'll be off then"
I stood up, about to walk him to the door, when he grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug. He felt so good. Hard muscle combined with soft skin and I immediately thought back to the night before, watching him from my window. Annddddd, now I had a stiffy. Luckily Arthur didn't feel it, or at least chose to ignore it and whispered in my ear, sending situation worsening shivers down my spine.
"I meant it when I said I don't care, Merlin." Then he let go and walked/stumbled out of my room.
"Lock the door on your way out!" I yelled down after him then turned off my lights and fell into bed.


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