Authors Note: Hey everyone. Sorry it's late and short. I tried really hard to make this a long chapter, but it just wasn't needed for the story it leads into. I'm working on the next chapter as you read this one though so be ready for some good feelings. I lie they may be bad feelings depending how you look at it. Also! In other news! I have started a web comic. It's nothing special, but I would appreciate the follow and the views. I have tumblr, instagram, twitter, as well as a facebook page. It's called "DinosaurPrince" I think it's pretty good and I have a few followers, but I don't get a lot of like. I think I've gotten one. So pls follow me. There will be more content uploaded here and on my comic soon I promise. 3
Merlin walked into Mordred's room, giving him a skeptical look before handing him his cellphone. "If you get in another fight, I'm going to take it away for a lot longer. Do you understand?" He asked in a stern tone. "I'll turn the wifi back on when you're allowed back at school." He added, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "You're lucky you didn't get sent back to America. You know that, right? You are so lucky Morgana is a friend."
"I know… You've been telling me everyday since I got suspended." Mordred mumbled under his breath as he turned on his phone and checked his text messages to see what had been going on while he was away from school. After a few moments, he realized that Merlin was still talking to him, so he quickly snapped up from his phone to look at him. "Sorry… I wasn't paying attention… Lot's of texts." He told the man, setting the phone down and biting his lip to pay attention to what was being said to him.
"I said, 'You better finish your homework' I brought it home for a reason." Merlin explained, sitting next to Mordred on his bed with a slight look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling alright?... You look a little pale." He added in a softer tone, pressing the back of his hand to the others forehead. "You're not warm… Was it a text you read? Maybe I should take the phone ba-"
"No!" Mordred snapped, swatting Merlin's hand away before looking down with a sad expression. "Sorry… I… I Just… I don't want to read a text from her… I already know what she's gonna say… So What's the point?" He paused a moment and took in a deep breath, holding his phone out to his housemate. "Maybe just… Delete the notifications… Don't read them though… I'll do it later… When I build up the courage." The teen requested in a soft, sad tone.
Merlin refused the phone and gently pushed Mordred's hand toward him, letting out a quiet and shaking his head. He could see how much Mordred was hurting and he knew it would only hurt him more if he read the messages. "Talk to Morgana… It seems she always knows what to say to you." He said softly, rubbing the slouching teens back in a soothing motion. "You're strong.. And you have friends… You'll make it through this… It's worse these days, isn't it? They can keep coming at you even though you aren't physically together."
"Barely… Almost all my friends chose her side... I hate this… My guidance counselor said that if I have one more slip up, he's gonna send me to another anger management class."
Another? Merlin had no idea Mordred had gone to anger management before. That would explain why he was so much more kind and understanding since they met again.
"It was that dick-head Adrien who caused all this. I hope he gets hit by a car… Or his magic acts up and he accidentally blows himself up."
"Mordred-..." Merlin began, about to tell him off before sighing and standing. "Come on. Put on some comfortable clothes. We're going out."
Mordred gave him a curious and confused glance, shoving his phone in his pocket as well as his hands as he stood along with the other. "I'm already in comfy clothes. Where are we going?" He asked in a soft grumble.
"You'll see. Come on." He repeated, starting to walk out of the room then down the stairs and out the front door.
Mordred followed, shuffling to the car and slouching over when they got in. "Why won't you tell me where we're going?" He grumbled, resting his head on his shoulder and looking at Merlin with a grouchy and upset expression. If you're trying to cheer me up, you really shouldn't."
There was a soft silence before the clank and rattle of the engine started and Merlin spoke. "I'm not trying to cheer you up. I just want to show you something. Put your seat belt on."
