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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Mar. 19th, 2010 03:32 pm)Title Couldn't Help But Notice You
Fandom: Merlin [college!AU]
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, implied or pre-slash, depending on how you read it
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
“They shouldn’t give you breakable equipment,” Arthur steadied the boy when he tripped for the third time in a row (not that Arthur had counted).
The boy glared at Arthur, snatching his elbow back. “Excuse me?”
“I, uh. I saw you. The other day? When I was playing football, you walked past with a door – or tried to. Maybe you should have some help?”
The boy blinked at him. “I’m sorry?”
“With the,” Arthur waved his hand at the lamp the boy was carrying, “Stuff.”
The boy looked at the lamp, then frowned at Arthur. “I sat a row behind you in Psychology last year. You don’t remember me, but I helped you pass that final exam because you were too busy running around with that bimbo who dumped you a month later.”
Arthur didn’t see what that had to do with anything, but the boy went on. “I also remember that you were a complete prat and didn’t even send a thank you note. So is this some sort of dare from your mates? Ask the creepy theatre kid out on a date, then stand him up? Who was it? Percy? Gareth?”
“What?” Arthur was puzzled. “Wait. Ask you out on a date? How –?”
“Yes, Arthur. Surprisingly, people ask me out on dates. Dating is what mature people do. Your failure in that department says a lot about you.”
“One breakup hardly –”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “Two. In the space of six months, not counting your random hookups. Gwen is my best friend. She talks. A lot. And I’ll have you know that Lance is a charming bloke, much better than you. He is also, as I’ve been told, a much better kisser.”
Arthur frowned. “It’s not very polite to rub salt into people's wounds.”
Merlin grinned. “Not to you, maybe. Your sister loves to share.”
Arthur bristled at the mention of his viciously sweet stepsister. “Is there anyone in my life you don’t know?”
The boy shrugged. “We only know a few of the same people.”
“Whose talk has you assuming you know all about me.”
“To be fair, you’ve assumed some things yourself.”
“Really? Arthur crossed his arms. “Like?”
“For starters, that I’d agree to go out with someone who stopped me in the middle of the quad.”
“How’d you know that’s what I wanted?”
“Why else would you talk to me but for some stupid prank set up by your loser friends?”
“Maybe I actually –” Arthur crossed his arms. “I’m sick of watching you nearly destroying pieces of the set for the play. As you probably already know, Morgana has a lot riding on this production. I’d hate to see some halfwit ruin it for her.”
“Oh, a halfwit!” The boy laughed. “That’s great, really. I can manage fine on my own, thanks.”
“Fine!” Arthur raised his hands and took a step back. "But tie your shoes, idiot.”
Arthur turned on his heel and left, missing the smile on the boy's face entirely.
Fandom: Merlin [college!AU]
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, implied or pre-slash, depending on how you read it
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
“They shouldn’t give you breakable equipment,” Arthur steadied the boy when he tripped for the third time in a row (not that Arthur had counted).
The boy glared at Arthur, snatching his elbow back. “Excuse me?”
“I, uh. I saw you. The other day? When I was playing football, you walked past with a door – or tried to. Maybe you should have some help?”
The boy blinked at him. “I’m sorry?”
“With the,” Arthur waved his hand at the lamp the boy was carrying, “Stuff.”
The boy looked at the lamp, then frowned at Arthur. “I sat a row behind you in Psychology last year. You don’t remember me, but I helped you pass that final exam because you were too busy running around with that bimbo who dumped you a month later.”
Arthur didn’t see what that had to do with anything, but the boy went on. “I also remember that you were a complete prat and didn’t even send a thank you note. So is this some sort of dare from your mates? Ask the creepy theatre kid out on a date, then stand him up? Who was it? Percy? Gareth?”
“What?” Arthur was puzzled. “Wait. Ask you out on a date? How –?”
“Yes, Arthur. Surprisingly, people ask me out on dates. Dating is what mature people do. Your failure in that department says a lot about you.”
“One breakup hardly –”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “Two. In the space of six months, not counting your random hookups. Gwen is my best friend. She talks. A lot. And I’ll have you know that Lance is a charming bloke, much better than you. He is also, as I’ve been told, a much better kisser.”
Arthur frowned. “It’s not very polite to rub salt into people's wounds.”
Merlin grinned. “Not to you, maybe. Your sister loves to share.”
Arthur bristled at the mention of his viciously sweet stepsister. “Is there anyone in my life you don’t know?”
The boy shrugged. “We only know a few of the same people.”
“Whose talk has you assuming you know all about me.”
“To be fair, you’ve assumed some things yourself.”
“Really? Arthur crossed his arms. “Like?”
“For starters, that I’d agree to go out with someone who stopped me in the middle of the quad.”
“How’d you know that’s what I wanted?”
“Why else would you talk to me but for some stupid prank set up by your loser friends?”
“Maybe I actually –” Arthur crossed his arms. “I’m sick of watching you nearly destroying pieces of the set for the play. As you probably already know, Morgana has a lot riding on this production. I’d hate to see some halfwit ruin it for her.”
“Oh, a halfwit!” The boy laughed. “That’s great, really. I can manage fine on my own, thanks.”
“Fine!” Arthur raised his hands and took a step back. "But tie your shoes, idiot.”
Arthur turned on his heel and left, missing the smile on the boy's face entirely.
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