Merlin felt Arthur's lingering kiss on his lips as his mom speed the car down the main highway. He could not believe he was going out of town for two whole weeks which meant he would not be in his nice small house with all of its wired sounds, he would not see his friends and he would not see Arthur. He cursed his aunt for living so far away. He felt his phone vibrate and he saw a text from Arthur it said, love ya shall talk to you soon. Merlin smiled and then put it away.
He shuffled his backpack full of books that he just had to take with him and got out his mp3 player he had not yet got to listen to his new Two steps from hell cd and they would help with his writing for his novel which he hoped to one day publish. He glanced at his mom and then dug out his notebook from his bag.
"Merlin don't be so sad we will be back in two weeks and I am sure time will pass quick besides Arthur had that game this week anyway I am sure that will keep him busy too," his mom, Hurtnith, said from the wheel. Merlin sighed and flipped to a new page, but a note that fell into his lap got his attention.
He picked it up, opened it and saw Arthur's hand writing on it. It was their class work for English it must have fallen into merlin's pack when he had carried some of Arthur's stuff home with him the other day when he cleaned out his locker.
He was going to trash it but something made him stop. It was the work that the teacher made them think about what the term home really meant. Merlin glanced down at it, for his he had put his friend and a bed and stuff like his books made his home and he had thought Arthur put down some stuff like his too but it looked different.
Home, what does it really mean? To some it means a place to live, a place to escape to, but that's not what it means to me. I would have said home to me is where I can crash, listen to music, play football, be myself but not is not true. While I live in a nice house with my dad who I love to death home to me is where you can feel safe, love for yourself be able to laugh at yourself, home is not just a house but something that is so important to you you would die for it. To me, my home is merlin. Without merlin I am nothing, he makes me, me. He makes me see things I would never see myself. He makes me laugh, smile, makes life so much fun that you can never be down. I met merlin and my life changed. I love him, I haven't told him this but I do. It doesn't matter if I am poor, moody, or whatever and merlin still is by me, so home to me is merlin because I could never be without him.
Merlin looked at the paper and felt tears in his cheeks and he wiped them away. He smiled and laughed and hugged the paper to him. He looked out the window and thought of Arthur. His mom looked at him from the mirror, "Merlin is everything okay, love?"
Merlin nodded, " yhea, yhea…I just can't wait to get home."
He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Arthur, you are my home to, Arthur and I love you.
He sent it and then leaned back and sighed, Arthur was his home too.
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