A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say sorry for not updating for so long. I do go to school, and it's the exam season in the UK so it's been quite a busy week, preparing for GCSEs and stuff. So basically not much time to update my stories, so once again, sorry. It'll be a bit better in the next couple of weeks (I hope).

Thanks!

"Oi! Arthur!" I turn around to see Gwaine bounding up to me. He thumps me on the shoulder and grins. "Where have you been, man? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"A few days, Gwaine, that's it. I think you can survive without me for a couple of days." I say.

"I doubt it. Anyway, what's up? Why haven't you called or anything over the last week? Leon says you're avoiding him too."

"I'm not avoiding him. Or you! I'm just really busy nowadays. You know what Uther's like around the awards season. All work and no play." I roll my eyes and sigh. Gwaine laughs and gives me a look.

"It must be hard. So how have you been over the last few days? I hope you haven't caught a cold or anything. The weather's not been terribly nice the past few days, has it? I myself had to call in for a couple of days last week because of a gigantic cold I had." he says and puts his arm around my shoulders. What? He doesn't even have a job, and as far as I know he's never had one. I don't actually know how he survives in this harsh world, but somehow he does.

He looks at me sympathetically again and I start to grow suspicious. "What are you talking about?"

He grins and takes a deep breath. "Fine I'll just say it. Leon told me that you and Gwen had a snog fest and got into a threesome with her brother and that she humped her brother and now she's pregnant with his baby and you're depressed because she's not having your baby."

I stop in my tracks. What the fuck?! Where did Gwaine, no, Leon get that from? What the hell? Snog fest? Threesome? With her brother who doesn't even like her staying out later than 10? I seriously doubt it. Pregnant? I haven't even snogged her yet, for goodness' sake. I've kissed her once, yes, but I doubt that she gets pregnant from a kiss. Otherwise I've impregnated hundreds, no, thousands of women. Oh my god I am going to kill Leon when I get my hands on him.

"What the hell Gwaine? Where the fuck did you get all that shit?" I ask, enraged. I do not stand ridiculous accusations, especially none that include Guinevere.

"Just, you know... Leon said-"

"I don't care a shit about what Leon said- it's not true!" I yell and Gwaine backs off.

"So you didn't have a snog fest?"

"No!"

"Or a threesome?"

"Of course not!"

"With her brother?"

"Complete shit."

Gwaine looks at me slyly for a second.

"So you haven't even kissed her yet?"

I go slightly red and shrug. "I have kissed her but-"

Gwaine suddenly jumps up and punches the air with his fist. "I KNEW it! I knew you wouldn't have been able to resist! I doubted it but, YES! You have done it, man, you have! Oh, Leon's going to love this when he finds out..." he dances in the middle of the street and I stare at him. What is he talking about? I thought he knew?

"Gwaine, what d'you mean? I'm not getting you here..."

"You don't need to get it, my friend. Oh no, no, no, don't look at me like that, shortcake, it's nothing dirty, man,"

"Then tell me!" It's really frustrating when someone hides something from you and doesn't tell you. Drives me crazy, it does, being the slightly inquisitive person that I am.

"No." he says. Arghhh. He quickly changes the subject before I break his nose. "So, if you didn't bang her-"

"Gwaine!"

"I didn't say you did! Anyway, what did you do last night then?"

I calm down and shrug. "We had some dinner at the French place."

"And you kissed her." Oh yes. The kiss. That was the best part. Just leaning in and smelling the slight waft of her perfume, the feel her lips on mine and how-

Gwaine snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Hey! Earth to shortie, Earth to shortie, come back, come back, Earth to shortie, Earth to shortie," he waves his hand in front of my face and I blink.

"What?"

"You zoned out there for a second. Thinking about her?"

I smile. Just the thought of her makes me smile even though she hasn't actually done anything to make me do so. Weird. "Yeah. She's... wonderful."

Gwaine stares at me for a second and starts to smile. "You'll fallen for her bad, haven't you?"

I sigh. Falling for someone isn't always a good thing. "Yeah, I have." He thumps me on the back and chuckles.

"But I swear Leon told me you've only been on a couple of dates with her. And you've only kissed her a few times." he raises his eyebrow slightly.

He's right. It's something that's been on my mind since the moment I saw her. It's strange, the interaction I've had with her is barely nothing compared to that I've had with all the other girls. Even the shy ones weren't as reserved as her, and after a date or two we would actually be having a snog fest. But with Guinevere it's different. It's like she's guarding her thoughts, her expressions. It makes it hard for me to make a move, because I have no idea whether she'll be okay with it or not. I can't read her face, whether she's happy or sad, angry, confused; I don't get it. Sure, women as a species are a difficult bunch to read, but she's like queen of secrets. There're times when I see parts of her though, when she laughs, for one, when she smiles that beautiful smile of hers, but then the moment's gone and her face's a mask again. If it were any other girl I'd leave but with her I can't seem to. It's like I'm chained to her and I can't leave whether I want to or not. The whole thing's crazy. I'm crazy.

I return to Gwaine and shake my head. "It's not making any sense to me either. I don't know anything about her but I feel like I've known her for ages. I dunno what's happening to me! I'm going all mushy and girly and-"

"You're in love." Gwaine says. I'm in love? What? I don't even know what love is, and apparently I'm in love? Love, love, love, that's all they say, but what is it? Oh my god, my life does not make any fucking sense. I've fallen into something I don't have a clue about. I have a mental sister who's in la-la land most of the time. I'm going out with a famous girl who's not famous anymore but was in the- what the heck am I talking about? I don't even know. Maybe Morgana's madness is rubbing off on me. Wouldn't be surprised- this isn't the first time this week that I've felt like I should be in an a mental asylum singing Mamma Mia in the rain rather than here among normal people.

I look at Gwaine who's looking rather smug. "I don't think I am. It's probably just a crush or something." I say, and try to dismiss the thought.

"I doubt it highly." Gwaine smirks and nudges me. "Sooooo... when do I get to meet your celebrity girlfriend?"

"Never if you're just going to use her to line your own pockets."

Gwaine widens his eyes and gives me his innocent look. Which is as far from innocent as it gets. "No way! I wouldn't dream of it! Never!" He shakes his head vigorously and waves his arms about in the air. Talk about overreacting.

"You know you're totally giving yourself away." I say and raise an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it. But I actually do want to meet her. You know, the really cool feeling you get when you meet your favorite celebrity?"

"No."

"Well, there is one, and I want to feel like that."

"So?"

"Gwen's my favorite actress so when I meet her I'm going to get that feeling!" he opens his arms with a flourish while I just give him a we-are-not-amused look.

"IF you meet her. I never said you would."

"Yeah, I guess but still you could-"

My phone rings in my pocket. Guinevere.

"Hello?"

"Hello Arthur."

"Oh, Guinevere! It's nice of you to call. How can I help you?" Gwaine suddenly looks all excited as he hears Guinevere's voice over the phone. He goes totally silent, trying to catch a word or two over my voice.

"Didn't you call me?"

"Huh? No, I don't think I did..."

"Oh. Well, my phone said you did a couple of minutes ago while I was in the kitchen so I thought you wanted to say something."

"Umm, well, I don't think I have anything I want to say right now so I'll call you-" Gwaine suddenly grabs the phone from my hand and puts it to his ear.

"Hello, my little cupcake." he growls down the line, obviously trying to sound sexy. Poor Guinevere.

He puts it on speakerphone so I can hear too. Her voice floats out of the speaker and Gwaine smiles. "Uhh, Arthur?"

"No, not Arthur. This is Gwaineeeee." he drags his voice and I hear Guinevere cough at the other end. I should really put an end to her misery right now.

"Oh."

"How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine but-"

"I would just loveee to have you in my bed right now." he growls and my jaw drops. Oh my god, what is he trying to do to her?

She coughs again and mumbles something.

"I can just imagine having you right here, against this wall-"

"GWAINE!" I yell and try to grab the phone but he runs off a couple of meters before I can get it. Oh my gooood, what is Guinevere going to think?

"Ohhhh, darling," Gwaine moans and I hear Guinevere panicking on the other end.

"Please-"

"Your legs feel so goooood..."

"SHUT UP AND PUT ARTHUR BACK ON YOU PERV!" Guinevere suddenly yells and I cover my ears. Oh my gosh, I never knew her voice was that loud. I never knew she could get so annoyed. I didn't think she was able to speak any louder than the way she normally whispers. But hey, since it's with Gwaine, it's understandable. Even a saint wouldn't be able to keep his temper with my sex-mad friend.

Gwaine stares at my phone in complete bewilderment and I smother my laugh with my sleeve. I bet he's never had that kind of response from a woman before.

He glares at the phone and then at me. "Fine! Go back to talking about teacakes and muffins with Arthur." he huffs and shoves my phone back into my hands. He goes up and leans against the wall, his arms crossed. Baby.

I laugh and get back to Guinevere before she decides to hang up on me. "Guinevere?" I say, still laughing. Oh my god, Gwaine's gone into full pout mode, his hair waving about like it wants to murder me. I chuckle and put the phone back on handset mode so he doesn't overhear whatever she has to say. In case it's, you know... inappropriate.

"Hello again, Arthur." she's giggling. I laugh again and she starts laughing along with me and I smile. Her laugh's really pretty. All tinkly and magical and free. A contrast from her usual reserved manner, which is quite nice for a change. We both die down a little and I turn away slightly from Gwaine.

"I'm sorry about Gwaine, he got a bit over-excited." I apologize.

"I know. Why was he so excited about talking to me?" she says, a smile in her voice.

I clear my throat and glance at Gwaine. "He's a big fan of yours."

"Oh. He's the one who told you about me, right?"

"Yep."

"He wants something, doesn't he?" Damn, maybe she is psychic. Either that or we're both very easy to read. Hopefully neither; it's never a good sign if a girl shows the ability to read minds. She always finds out if you're cheating on her or planning to dump her, which puts her either on full rant mode or flirty I'm-going-to-get-you-back-whatever-it-takes mode. I think I prefer the first actually; it gets rather scary when the girl starts to pout and flick her hair in my face. Not only does it make my face itch, but it also makes it difficult for me to move on to another one.

I look at Gwaine again and exhale deeply. "He wants to meet you, if that's okay." Gwaine's face suddenly lights up and he runs up to me like a stupid puppy. He's such a child, he is, the way he goes from happy to sad and sad to happy. Always does it. Like with that tiny argument with Leon. He'd deny it of course.

"Oh." she says again. "Well, I wouldn't mind as long as he doesn't, you know..."

"I promise he won't sell you out." I say sincerely.

"Huh?"

"You know, those magazine companies who are still going after your photo or something. I won't let him do that."

She suddenly laughs. "Oh no, don't worry about that. They wouldn't recognize me if I myself sent them a photo of me."

"Then why do you go around covering your face?"

She goes quiet and I grimace. I've poked one of her sensitive spots. Hopefully she's one of those people who have a good temper. Please, please, please...

"I... I... I'll tell you later. It's not anything to do with the press, though, I assure you. So when do I get to meet your friend again?" she asks and I sigh in relief. I thought I'd almost lost her then. Phew.

"How about tomorrow? Or tonight?"

"Maybe tomorrow. Merlin caught a cold yesterday and I have to tend to him tonight."

"Of course. We'll see you tomorrow, at- oh, where do we meet?"

"I don't mind where. What about the park? We can get hot chocolate or a coffee from the shop they have there, if you want."

Gwaine nods and gives me a thumbs up and I grin. "He's happy with it and so am I. We'll see you tomorrow then."

"Okay. Goodbye, Arthur. Don't be late."

I hang up and smile. She's opening up with me. I can tell. She's not as quiet as before and she's carrying the conversation more. I like that. I like her. Yes, I do. I like her. A lot.

Maybe I'll be lucky this time. 23rd time lucky.

Hopefully maybe.