My eyes flashed gold, clothes flying everywhere. They sorted themselves, piling into the open drawers. I turned my head around and the same colour came to my eyes. Pencils, papers, and other scattered items returned to their homes. I looked at my bed, the covers and sheets instantly fixing themselves.
"Merlin are you in there?" a voice called from outside of my locked door. My eyes returned to their deep blue state, and I looked around to make sure everything look nice. I walked calmly over to the door, unlocking it.
"Hi Ygraine," I smiled sheepishly, pulling open the door. My foster mother smiled delighted at my room.
"It's so clean!" she exclaimed, the smile only growing. I grasped the back of my neck, embarrassment placing a blush on my cheeks. "If only Arthur could clean his room this fast," she sighed.
"Is there anything I could do for you?" I asked, not wanting to talk about the prat I shared a house with.
"I was just coming to ask if you needed anything for school tomorrow. First day of the year you know," She asked, turning to look at me. I shook my head, already having plenty more than I probably needed.
"Are you sure," she continued, "Because you get such good grades and I wouldn't want you to lose that because us parents forgot to get you something."
"I'm really fine, Ygraine," I start, "I've done a lot more on a lot less." She gave me a heartfelt smile, leaving the room. My eyes drifted over my few belongings I had brought with me. A stone dragon statue was placed on the desk, one of the few things I had from my parents. When I was younger, my parents had been killed in a car accident. At first, people believed that it was murder, but after such long searching, they gave into the claim of an accident. It was lucky I had even survived, but I didn't share their beliefs. Sometimes I wished it had been me. Afterwards, I had been shuffled from foster parent to the next, until i was landed with the Pendragons. They only were foster parents for the good reputation, but I had really liked it here. I had been here for the whole summer, and Had found myself enjoying everything about it. Well, everything except for the boys in the household.
While there was Ygraine and Morgana, there was also Uther and Arthur. Morgana and I got along really well, and became good friends, even introducing me to her best friend Gwen. Instantly we became a trio over the summer, and I was grateful to have two great friends to start highschool with. On the other hand, I had to deal with Arthur, who was the biggest prat I knew. Just to tick him off, I have never said a word to him. When ever he talks to me I just ignore him, hoping for him to leave me alone. I've talked around him, and even to one of his friends, but never to him. I always love the look on his face when I don't respond.
I followed out my door, walking to the stairs. My feet hit the hard floor at the bottom, and I went to take my usual seat at the dining room table. Plates of food were laid out in front of me, and they all looked so good. Food for a prince honestly.
"Whats all this good food for?" Morgana asked from her seat next to him.
"We thought we should celebrate your last day before school," Uther answered. Ygraine nodded her agreement.
"Well, any excuse to celebrate," I muttered underneath my breath. Morgana caught my eye and chuckled.
"Where is Arthur?" she asked, noticing the empty seat across from them.
"Probably still sleeping even after I woke him up. Merlin, could you go and fetch him for me?" Ygraine said sweetly. She always chose me to do things with Arthur, for she seemed to noticed the duel between us.
"Sure," I said, my voice full of fake enthusiasm. Uther glared at me, noticing my tone. "I would love to help," I add with full sincerity. He seemed to accept my covered and started conversation with Morgana. I stood up, making my way back up to where i had just came from. I passed my room, then Morgana's, and came to the end of the hallway. I knocked on the door harshly, hearing no reply. I waited for a few second before knocking once more.
"Go away mother. I want to sleep," A groan came from the room. I muttered some not so nice words under my breath, before yanking the door open. I walked to the far side, yanking open the curtains. Streams of light came in through the window, hitting Arthur in the eyes.
"I swear to god, Morgana, please just leave me alone," He growled into the pillow never looking up. Getting closer, I thought, noticing how he now thought I was Morgana. I walked into his bathroom, Filling a small coup with water. I crept over to the bed, aiming my hand right about his face. I quickly tipped the cold water, instantly pulling away as I knew I would likely be hit. Arthur flew up in his bed, wiping his face with his hands. His quick breaths slowed, as he seemed to finally learn what happened. He scanned the room, eyes following on me. A goofy grin spread across my face as Arthur picked up an empty cup on his nightstand
"Idiot!" He yelled, throwing the cup at my head. I easily dodged it, making my way towards the door. I made a hand signal that spoke "come downstairs," and left. I heard his growled in frustration, and a smirk played on my lips. I was halfway down the hall as Arthur's voice carried to my ears.
"What? No, 'Rise and Shine?" he called, pulling a shirt over his head as he left his room. I rolled my eyes, trying to remember that my gift was a secret. I could make him trip though. My eye flashed, and I could feel magic coursing through my veins. There was a thud behind me, and a huge smile forced it's way to my lips. Feeling my eyes return to their original colour, I spun around, crouching to make eye contact with the fallen from. Arthur looked up, his blue eyes locking with mine.
"What did you do?" He blamed. I stared at him, faining confused, and started to laugh. I tried to stop, knowing this was going against my rule, but seeing him on the ground made me continue. He scrambled up, glaring me down. Anger flashed his gaze before he noticed I was laughing and he smiled. I quickly turned and rushed down the stairs, hating the ping in my stomach at the look he gave me.
"He's right behind me," I muttered, sitting down, and scooping myself food. Morgana looked suspiciously at me, but I didn't look over. Arthur took his seat, looking smug. I shoved another mouthful of pancake into my mouth. He is such a prat, though, recognizing my defeat.
"So, Merlin, are you getting a ride with Arthur and Morgana?" Ygraine asked, and I could tell there was a right answer.
"Sure."
"I don't know, he hasn't asked me," Arthur interjected. He looked at me expectantly, but I didn't make eye contact.
"Don't be mean Arthur, of course you can come with us Merlin," Morgana stated, before I could come up with something. I grinned.
"Thank you Morgana," I said, milking my words with sincerity. She smiled.
"Of course." Arthur glowered from his spot.
"I'm so glad you guys will be bonding. Now Arthur, I want you to help Merlin through the first days of school. I know you have lots of friends, and unlike Morgana, you have not helped Merlin into his environment," Ygraine started. She made a look to Uther, signalling him to do something.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Arthur I expect proof that you hung out with Merlin at school tomorrow," He stated, earning an approving glance from his wife. I choked on my food, eventually swallowing.
"Why do you need proof?" I asked slowly.
"Because you two obviously aren't the best of friends, and I doubt you will hang out if not need," he replied strictly, using what I liked to call, the Uther tone. I held my tongue and saw Arthur hiding a smirk.
"I'm done," I stated, standing up with my plate in my hand. I dashed for the kitchen, delicately putting my dish in the dishwasher. I reached into the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. I walked into the living room from the kitchen, plopping down on the couch. I could hear the families cheerful voices fill the dining room, and I smirk. I held out my hand in front of me, watching the flame I created dance. It looked like a girl, jumping high and twirling around. She landed, bowing, before disappearing. I smiled lightly, letting my hand fall into my lap. Even if I had to hang out with that prat tomorrow, I always had magic to hang on to. My mom use to say I was special, and I went along with it. I never told anyone, knowing it would get me kicked out of wherever I was staying.
"Hey Mer!" Morgana's voice rang through the house. I looked up from my spot, peering into the hallway.
"What's up?" I hollered back, already making my way to my shoes on the ground. I was tying my shoelaces when her reply came.
"We are going last minute shopping, meet you in the car in five. You will be there," She informed, matter-of factly. I grimaced, knowing Arthur was coming along. I trudged into the front of the house, grabbing a worn, brown coat. Morgana flashed me a smile, before pulling the door wide open. I stepped onto the wooden porch, listening to the creek of each step. I yanked to car door open. I stuffed myself in the backseat, mentally preparing for Arthur's presence. Arthur came out of the house with Morgana, grumbling about being forced to come out. She just smiled wickedly, flipping her hair back. I could tell by the glint in her eye she was up to something. Morgana was supportive of my resentment to Arthur, but always thought we would make an amazing pair.
"Welcome to the last day of the summer. It will be the best," She informed. I glared at her from the back seat, knowing what she was doing. While she shut the door in the passenger seat, Arthur made his way around the car.
"I know what you're doing Morgana and it's wrong. If you are trying to make me friends with Arthur stop now. Don't leave me with him randomly, don't lock me in the car or closet with him, and don't even think about trying to set us up. Please, Morgana, i'm begging you-" I started, not even halfway through my speel when Arthur opened the door. I instantly shut my mouth, leaning back in my chair, but I was too late.
"Wow, Merlin's begging? Do tell me, Merlin, what are you begging for?" Arthur questioned, turning in his seat to look at me. I stared straight ahead, ignoring him like i had all throughout the summer. He ground his teeth together.
"God you're such a girl Merlin," He spat, taking the car out of park. He drove to the end of the driveway, opening the gate, and exiting. On the main highway, Morgana and Arthur were thrown into conversation about what we were going to do at the mall. I didn't speak a word, and just listened, through the whole ride until we parked. I instantly hopped out of the car, eliminating one option of leaving Arthur and I alone together. Morgana stood up, linking arms with Merlin and walking towards the entrance. She always loved to walk into anywhere with style.
"So what is the game plan? We could always go to the salon and get our hair done. Merlin could always use even a comb through that hair of yours," Arthur said. I knew he was openly gay, but that didn't seem like something he would do. I rolled my eyes.
"Morgana, I think we should split up. You and I can go to where you would like, and Arthur can go hang out with his friends or something," I offered, hoping she would take it.
"Ooh, it gives me chills when you say my name," Arthur whispered into my ears. A shiver ran through my spine, almost making me jump. I wanted to turn around and smack him, but I knew that would give him far too much pride.
"If we split up, you can go with Arthur," Morgana established, but I quickly shook my head. "Then we will all go together." I groaned allowed, not knowing if I could survive. Why was she doing this anyways?
"Great! I can't wait to spend more time with you Merlin!" He exclaimed, and i shot him a glare. He smiled profusely at my reaction, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me along. I turned to see Morgana following, and gave her a glance that screamed 'help me'. She just laughed following along. I didn't know how to act, Arthur having never done this before. I made to 'accidentally' move away from Arthur, but he clenched my shoulder harder. I scowled, but kept walking. If I shoved him away, i would be giving in, but I definitely didn't want to stay under his warm, comforting arm. This was going to be interesting enough.