Hiiiiiiiiii, this fic is set in the future, and I don't own any of the characters (as much as i would love to own Arthur ;-) ) I couldn't remember if Elyan was older or younger than Guinevere, but I made him older, apologises in advance if I'm wrong! And Merlin wiki doesn't state Gwen's maiden name but according to Arthurian legend its 'Leondegrance' so I simply used that, So please review if you want more chapters. Thanksss :-)
Glancing up towards the large building that stood in front of her, Guinevere swallowed back a lump that formed in her throat; she had always liked school, she had got good grades, she had amazing friends, and a loving father and brother waiting for her once she got home. Her mother had died when she was younger and Guinevere could barely remember her. Yet everything had come crashing down, she could remember the phone call and the smell of the hospital, she sound of shoes squeaking on the floor, and the hollow look upon her dying fathers face. Since that day, her brother Elyan had seen fit to take charge and had sold their family house and moved the two of them to a completely different country to the bustling city of New York, where he had secured a job as an editor at a local newspaper while Guinevere was stuck facing a new school, a new city and a new life. Shaking the thoughts from her head, the brunette glanced down at her attire of cases blue jeans, a tank top with a fluffy cardigan layered over and black boots. This was how people dressed here, right? Eventually making her way up the large steps, Guinevere tightened her grip on her bag in order to help her nerves and made her way towards the reception, forcing a small smile as she did so.
"Hi, I'm Guinevere Leondegrance, its my first day." She murmured. The receptionist gave her a friendly smile and proceeded to go through her timetable and show her a map of where most of her classes were.
"Ah, Merlin!" The receptionist called towards a boy with a mop of black hair that has been making his way out of the library. "Might you show our new student here to the art classes?" She added brightly.
The boy - Merlin- smiled brightly towards the pair of them and simply nodded before he gestured for her to follow him. Guinevere returned the smile and said a quick thanks to the receptionist before she followed Merlin into the corridor.
"I'm Merlin by the way, as you might have already guessed." He stated with a quiet chuckle as the two of them turned into yet another corridor, how was she going to find her way around here?
"I'm Guinevere, but call me Gwen." She replied with a soft smile, art was one of her favourite subjects, so at least that was something.
"Its very nice to meet you Gwen, its nice to have someone new, this place gets rather boring after a while. Can I see your timetable?" He asked brightly. Guinevere handed it over, unable to stop her smile from widening slightly, at least someone was friendly.
" We share most lessons together! Other than English." Merlin stated with a rather wide grin, coming to a halt in front of a classroom - she could already smell the crushed chalk and fresh paint. The two entered, the teacher pausing to introduce her ton the rest of the class before she slipped into a seat net to Merlin, keeping a small smile on her face as she did so.
The rest of the day passed by rather quickly and she found that her and Merlin were quickly becoming fast friends, and his girlfriend, Morgana had been extremely nice, Guinevere liked them, and she was normally a fairly good judge of character. Lunch passed in a daze as the three of them sat in a corner of the football pitch, having a good gossip and getting to know each other, before she knew it, she was heading in the direction of the English classroom, the way that Merlin had directed her, only to be bundled to the ground with a glimpse of blonde hair. She yelped as she hit the ground, more out of shock than pain, and narrower her eyes at the boy that now stood in front of her.
"Are you accustomed to standing in peoples way like a useless waste?" The boy glared towards the boy as she climbed back onto her feet, brushing herself off as she did so.
"Me? You ran straight into me, maybe you should watch where your going!" She snapped before she shoved past him and made her way into the English classroom and straight to a desk at the back, furthest away from any human contact. Who did he think he was?! She had barely contained her anger in time to answer her name on the register.
"Arthur?" The teacher called, getting a response as the said person entered the room. Guinevere's eyes snapped up at the voice, inwardly groaning as her eyes fell upon the boy that had been so rude. She kept her hazel eyes on the front of the class as he slipped into the seat next to her, yet she noticed how he kicked her foot briefly as he passed. English lessons were going to be fun. As soon as the bell ran for the end of the day, Guinevere grabbed her stuff and ran out of the classroom as quick as she could, breathing a sigh of relief as the fresh air hit her. She debated trying to find Merlin and Morgnana but in this sea of a hudnred students there was no chance that she would find them. Pressing her lips together, Guinevere turned and headed home, keeping her head held high as she did so - she wasn't going to let a stupid boy bring her mood down, she had friends and that was all she needed! Once home, Guinevere began making pasta for dinner, she knew how Elyan's appetite could be, he was always hungry! Just as she was plating up dinner, the said brother of her came in through the front door.
"You know me too well!" Elyan beamed at the sight and the smell of food, before he headed over and pressed a kiss to the top of Guinevere's head. Guinevere smiled in response and placed both bowls down opposite each other, before she sat down and dug in. Dinner at their house had never been a fancy affair, it was about talking about the day, and that was what the two did, questions about work and school flew across the table, before Guinevere placed the empty bowls and cutlery into the dishwasher and excused herself to her bedroom. Once inside, Guinevere sighed and flopped down onto her bed; she was not looking forward to double english tommorow.