Hey there!

So this is my second fanfiction ever, the first one still left incomplete by me, but hopefully I'll get back to it ^^''. In any case I am inexperienced in this field so please don't be too harsh ^^. At the same time I will gladly read your comments that will help me improve my story and language, 'cause honestly English isn't my first language heck its 4th, so you get what I mean not brilliant at it! I know I sometimes use phrases that confuse people xD.

Well I hope you like it anyway ^^

Stretching his arms above his head Merlin yawned exaggeratedly. Putting them back on the table he leaned his chin on his hands and resumed his activity of the past class, staring at the clock. Luckily there were only a few minutes left. From the looks of the rest of the class, half of which was doing something unrelated to the task given by their teacher and the other half was asleep, it was safe to say that the day had not been productive.

Psychology was truly Merlin's favourite subject but it was a Friday and only a few days before Christmas holidays, so even studies about a man who survived a pole through his brain didn't seem entertaining enough.

Since there was no such thing as tests in the past two weeks, sleeping at night had started to seem like a waste of time, so Merlin had to catch up on it during the school day. His last few nights had been spent playing a new game he bought, since he, Will and Arthur were planning on having a proper gaming night, and out of the three of them he was definitely the one who needed to practice.

The bell rang and in a matter of a few seconds the whole class was packed and on the way to the door. As Merlin neared to the back row his best mate Will swung his arm over his shoulders. Merlin didn't even flinch and bidding a goodbye to the teacher, Mr. Jones, exited with Will clinging onto him.

"Merlin, you alright, mate?" Will didn't look the least bit concerned, he probably simply felt obliged to ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired."

"Why is that? What did you do all night, Emrys, huh?" Will gave Merlin a wink, who just rolled his eyes and looked away. Upset with Merlin's lack of participation, Will slid his arm from Merlin's shoulders to his waist and drew him closer. "And without me, too."

Merlin shivered uncomfortably, when Will whispered the last part in his ear. His only option was to push the boy off before it got awkward. And so he did. Will stumbled off and bumped into a group of year 4's. The girls giggled, when Will apologized and winked at them.

Merlin didn't even feel guilty. This flirty behaviour was Will's way of annoying him. He had one for each person. Ever since Merlin had come out to his friends as a bisexual, the previously '100% straight' Will had become a flirting bastard, who learned to pick the worst moments to act in love. Merlin soon discovered that it was impossible to hit on anybody in Will's presence, because he was bound to throw a jealous scene. Merlin was single and he blamed William.

"Well, that was harsh, Emrys! You don't want others to know about our undying love?" the girls from earlier started giggling again, while the look on Merlin's face suggested he was seconds away from bursting into tears of despair because of how annoying his best mate was. "Alright, alright, I'll be quiet..."

"Thank GOD!"

Will send him an angry glare, stuck his nose up in the air and strutted towards the refectory. Their usual table was already occupied by their friends. Freya and Morgana were sitting opposite each chatting excited about something, while Arthur, looked a little green and stared at the girls with wide eyes. He sat beside Freya, always preferring to keep a distance between him and his sister, you know, for safety. It seemed that in this case even that didn't help.

"Heya!" greeted Merlin a little too loudly, distracting the girls. It was his plan to avoid finding out what it was that made Arthur look like he'd been punched in the stomach. It seemed to work since the girls smiled at him and Arthur looked like he had just seen his saviour angel, not that Merlin thought he could be Arthur's angel, or anything.

"Hi, boys! How was Psycho?" Morgana motioned for Merlin to sit beside her, while Will settled next to Freya and proceed to tease her. Merlin felt bad for the poor girl, she was an easy target, too shy and nice to say anything back.

"Boring. Mr. Jones is really losing his touch."

"He isn't even forty, yet." Morgana felt like she had to protect her favourite teacher, she had learned so much from him.

"I still say he is old." Merlin shook one of his hands as if it would prove a point.

"I still think he is hot."

There was a silence at the table as everyone stared at Morgana, who seemed unfazed by them. Poor Arthur who had just gotten back to his normal self, dropped his sandwich and looked horrified. Seeing that the silence wasn't bringing them anywhere, Merlin decided to abandon the topic. He looked at Arthur.

"So… Arty, how is school?" Morgana snickered and unexpectedly Freya joined her.

"Don't call me that, Emrys." Arthur stuck out his tongue childishly.

"Oh, come on you are the littlest here, you deserve a cute nickname, don't you, little boy!" Speaking to Arthur like he was a toddler Merlin rose from his chair and reached to ruffle Arthur's hair. The blonde gave out a high pitched scream.

"You messed up my hair, Merlin!"

"It didn't look good anyway." The whole table gave out fake gasps and waited for Arthur's next move. No one dared to offend Arthur's perfectly styled hair.

"You – "

"Hey guys." Lancelot made his way towards the table and sat between Merlin and Arthur. Merlin just nodded at the older boy and looked back at the blonde daring him to continue. But Arthur by then was looking intently at Lancelot. The tenderness in the look shocked Merlin, how had he not noticed it before?

"Hey Lance. How was Biology?" Arthur's world had shrunk, and all of his attention was given to Lance, the centre of it.

Merlin heard Morgana mumble 'suddenly he cares about it' with a roll of her eyes. Had everyone except him noticed Arthur's crush? From the neutral looks on Will's and Freya's faces it seemed he was the only one who did. But then again Freya was observant and very good at keeping secrets, he knew the girls well enough to say that there was no guarantee. But the most important thing was: Lance didn't know. And that made the situation even more grave.