'Break-up poetry! You're writing break up poetry?'
Silence
'Jesus! Were you even listening to me! You weren't listening to a single word I said, were you? You could have at least been listening to the last part, you know the part were I said he was an ass hole?'
'I can write whatever I want…' Merlin mumbled.
'No! No you can't! Get up you twat I'm taking you out and you are going to get a grip and have a life.'
'No! I don't want to go out, out is a terrible idea.' Mumbly Merlin said as he buried himself further under his duvet.
'Well yes going out like this-' Will said and then stopped to make stupid hand gestures in Merlin's general direction 'is a terrible idea. When was the last time you had a shower? Or shaved?'
'ummmm-'
'Get a grip Merlin! Its been three weeks already! Come on you need to get over him already.' Will said sternly as he crashed through all the crap cluttered around Merlin's desk. 'You are going to shower and shave and dress up nice and then we are going out. Now!'
Smack!
'Aaah! What the hell was that for I'm getting up alright!' Grumped Merlin while rubbing the back of his head 'You didn't have to hit me!'
'Thats for making me come down here in the first place you dollop-head!'
'Clot-pole!'
'Poof!'
'Twat!'
'Git!'
'Pig!'
'Hamster-!' 'face..'
'You nutter- haaha -what kind of insult is- bahhahaha- hamster face?' Merlin was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much all of a sudden. A good yell at Will always made him feel better, Merlin supposed that sounded a bit strange but Will really came up with the worst insults it really was hilarious.
'Okay I'll be ready in ten.' Merlin said as he finally got up from under his pile of sweet wrappers, empty crisp packets, socks and *scrumpled up paper.
'More like twenty..' muttered Will as he watched Merlin stagger into the bathroom.
