Excuses, excuses. . . .
So sorry for not updating you guys! School's been pretty chaotic this week. And just to throw a wrench in my plans—I GOT A HEAD COLD! AAAAGGHH!
And I've been trying to write this Halloween fic, but I've written the beginning like a bajillion times. So mapletreedragon suggested a drabble idea for me to get my brain juices flowing, and this happened.
Note: This storied will be continued if YOU guys read/review :D
Another long A/N, I know, but one last thing:
Should've said this about my other fics, but I do not own these characters or series, sadly.
Peace!
~palmtreedragon
Arthur was angry, to say the least. And it was all Morgana's fault.
Arthur, upon hearing that his father would be gone for most of Spring Break (honestly, with two teenagers, when's a worse time to schedule a business trip?), quickly contacted all of his friends.
PARTY. MY HOUSE. SAT-TUES
He and his Knights had it all planned out. Morgana would be only a minor setback, but she would probably be forced out of the house by the overwhelming level of testosterone.
At least, Arthur thought she would.
"I'm going to invite my friends over for the weekend, too." Little, stubborn, cunning Morgana stood, arms crossed and eyes glaring, daring Arthur to defy her. They held an unspoken warning: one word, and I call father.
So Arthur was forced to oblige. Relaying this message to his friends the last day before break, they seemed, if anything, more excited for the weekend.
"So what, Morgana brings over a few friends?" Lancelot had asked, mildly confused.
"This seems the total opposite of a problem," Gwaine chirped. Arthur and Leon made faces. Morgana was probably just going to invite over Guinevere. Not that Guinevere was bad or anything—it was just, she was like a sister to Arthur. And she really was a sister to Leon.
So, bright and early Saturday morning, the two adolescents wished their father farewell as the car drove down the pavement.
Three hours later, the boys arrived. Morgana had promptly locked herself in her room, not wanting to hear "who was more stoked about the next four days," or "who could jump off the banister of the second floor balcony and not die." Arthur tried to protest that that was being racist—"It's masculist, you idiot!"—when he heard a few rooms away: "Dude, I could so beat you in a wrestling match!
Arthur nearly facepalmed. "I see your point, Morgana." With that, her door slammed shut.
The day passed fairly quickly. The young men had crowded around the television in the living room, grabbing chairs, blankets, and pillows, making the once tidy room now a messy nest of coziness. Their words exactly. Football was a main topic of discussion, as well as a dominant show on the blaring television. It grew dark eventually, and Arthur was glad that there had been none—well, few—casualties. He had long since lost track of time when he noticed Morgana lurking around the first floor; she had called dibs on the second floor.
"What are you doing?"
Morgana looked amused as she took in the messy-haired blonde, who had just broken away from a very intense debate over who was better: Superman or Batman. "Waiting for my guests," she replied vaguely. Arthur frowned slightly. "Oh, don't worry," she teased. "It's only Gwen and this other boy—"
"A boy?" Arthur questioned immediately, eyebrows raised and a tone much like something their father would have. His sister rolled her eyes.
"Oh, don't worry. He's harmless. And he's also not interested."
"Not interested." Arthur repeated skeptically and curiously. He heard calls from the living room for him to come see something amazing (which it probably wasn't) but he felt a wave of protectiveness towards his sister. He wasn't going to let some guy that he didn't know sleepover at their house!
Then there was a knock at the door, and Morgana ran so quickly she seemed to vanish into thin air.
Arthur followed her to the door, despite the protests from the nest. Morgana opened the door, and Arthur's eyes flowed right past Gwen and straight to—
Arthur's jaw dropped. "Is that—?"
"Hello, Gwen. Merlin," Morgana greeted warmly.
That right there was why Arthur was angry, to say the least.