There went Arthur's few hours alone with Merlin; they had spent most of that time in the hairdresser. He wondered how the hell it could take that long to fix one girls hair, all they did was put curls in it, Arthur could do that...give him a curling iron! It wouldn't take three hours either. When they had finally gotten back home they had only enough time to change and get ready. Needless to say, Arthur was very cross.

"You look handsome," Merlin told him, looking over Arthur's suited figure, coming up to him and adjusting the tie a bit. "Very dapper."

"I never liked wearing suits," Arthur admitted, boredly.

"I think you should do it more often…" Merlin smiled, backing away to look him over again. Merlin was also dressed in a suit. He wore a blue tie, (which he had borrowed from Arthur,) instead of the red one like Arthur wore.

"Does it turn you on?" Arthur asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Merlin smacked him in the chest then.

"Stop talking like that, we have to go to your sister's party!"

"We could leave early…"

"We could do that."

"Then, we'd finally have the house to ourselves."

It was agreed upon, they would go, stay just long enough to make it look real, and then leave. Arthur trucked down the hall then, going to his sisters room to hurry her up. The faster they left, the faster they got to the party and the faster they could leave the party.

"Morgan!" Arthur knocked on the door, as he blew into the room anyway. His sister sat at her desk, looking into a personal mirror. Her hair was done up still, but now she had on the dress and the makeup, (sporting red lips that could give Pepper a run for her money,) she looked….quite lovely.

"You look…" he trailed off, not sure how to complement her, they never really did that sort of thing; it was more fighting and threats and hating each other. But of course, they didn't really hate each other at all, and Arthur was sure, if ever need be, he would take a bullet for her…or a sword, but he washed those thoughts away. "Nice."

She laughed, "Thanks," she stood up then and Arthur still cringed at how short her dress was. "You look nice too."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"I know how much you hate wearing suits," Morgan smiled, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You know I was just giving you a hard time this morning, right?" she asked then. "I think it's great you found Merlin, he's…good for you."

"I think so too."

"I know," she smirked. "I heard all about it last night."

"How long were you actually listening?" Arthur asked, feeling sort of flushed all of a sudden. Morgan went over and grabbed her hand bag, smirking.

"Just for a second, enough to know what was going on..." she chuckled a little, as she took hold of Arthur's arm, as if she were a lady or something and they headed downstairs. Merlin was waiting in the sitting room and smiled when he saw them.

"Hi," he said, walking over to the door to meet them. They headed outside then, and into Arthur's car. It only took a few minutes to reach the party venue, Merlin and Arthur had to go in first, to tell the DJ to announce Morgan's arrival. Because it was supposed to be a big deal or something.

She came in like she was, as if she were queen or princess. People cheered for her too, all of the snobby looking teenaged girls. There were very few boys there, and most of them had their attention on Morgan, which Arthur was very unhappy about, what else he was unhappy about, was the fact that most of the girls attention seemed to be on him. He stood by the DJ with Merlin, feeling extremely awkward.

"Let's sit down," Merlin was saying, in an amused voice and Arthur glared at him, but agreed anyway. As they walked to a table on the other side of the room, however, they were stopped, by a very ballsy blonde girl on the way.

"You must be Morgan's brother?" she asked, looking him up and down, that's just what he needed.

"Yeah, I am," he shrugged; forcing himself not to hide behind Merlin, even though, that idea seemed like a perfectly fine one.

"I thought so, she said you were nice looking, but damn," the girl said, biting her lip as she spoke, looking him up and down again. "Do you want to dance?"

"No, I really don't, thanks though…" he trailed off and started walking away, but felt a hand grab him. He looked back and glared at Merlin again.

"Dance with her," he told him, they looked at the girl and then back at each other. "It's one dance."

"Fine," Arthur agreed, rolling his eyes. Merlin released his arm and the girl offered her hand, almost yanking him out onto the dance floor.

After the one blonde girl, though, it seemed more got gusty and before long Arthur had danced with six different girls and if he had to smell flowery teenager for one for second…he growled and walked over to Merlin and sat down at the table, glaring still and then pouting a bit. (A lot.)

"They like your butt and nice hair," Merlin said, almost off-handed, smirking over to the now, very grumpy Arthur. "I heard a few girls whispering, they were quite jealous you were dancing with those girls."

"I'd rather dance with you," Arthur admitted, leaning on the table and sighing.

"That can't happen," Merlin said, leaning on the table now too.

"Why not?"

"If the hot guy starts dancing with his weird friend at his sister's birthday party…how would that look?" Merlin asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Arthur.

"What if the hot guy likes his weird friend and doesn't care what other people have to say about it?"

"Well, that…" Merlin trailed off, smiling like an idiot again. Arthur still found it cute though and leaned over; capturing Merlin's still fumbling lips, with his own.

Their kiss turned into something very not expectable for a public location soon; hot, wet, and hungry and many other things that made Arthur want to leave that very second. He placed his hand on Merlin's thigh, under the table, just to let him know how very much he wanted to go home. They only pulled away from their kiss when they heard a voice behind them.

"Never mind, Ashley, he's gay….I know right?" someone was saying, the two looked back to see a girl on her cell phone, talking to…whoever Ashley was. "His friend is kind of cute though…no, I'm not going to ask them that! Because I'm not like Becca…yeah, I heard it was a boy and girl…no, I don't know what the girl did…"

"Um, excuse me…" Merlin trailed off, the girl looked up with wide eyes then.

"Oh my god, one of them is talking to me!" she said, into the phone, panicked. "Run away…?!"

And then she did, as fast as her high-heeled feet could take her. Arthur was floored, what the hell was that? Merlin was laughing next to him and that was about all he could take of this party.

"I want to go home," he announced then,

"Oh my god, one of them is talking to me, what should I do?" Merlin said, amusement in his voice, Arthur glared again. "Run away!" He got up and yanked at Arthur's hand that had suddenly fallen off the man's thigh; he got up and followed him. "I can't believe I'm talking the hot guy home...I had so much competition."

"Shut up!" Arthur told him, looking for his parents, he spotted them at another table, talking to a few of the other parents. They walked over to them.

"We're going home," he told them, to which his father gave him a smirk, so he decided to add a bit. "Because these girls…ugh!"

"Right, of course," the father nodded, with a knowing smile. Arthur didn't like what he was implying, the fact that what he was implying would definitely…probably happen, well…that was beside the point.

"Tell Morgan I say happy birthday," he said then, turning to his mum, who was less of a pervert. "And try to bring home cake."

"Of course, love," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "And be careful…" she glanced over at Merlin then. "Getting home."

Nevermind, Arthur thought, they're both perverts. He nodded, curtly and then grabbed hold of Merlin, dragging him out of the venue with haste.


(A/N: I think this chapter is complete rubbish, it sucks in my opinion, idk. But tell me what you think. I only have one more chapter of this story to write, I'm sort of sad about it.)