Hi!

Sorry for the long wait; i've been super busy.

As a peace offering, i've crated a blog for the sole purpose of showing you the cast list for 'We are Golden'.

Here's a link (remove the spaces): http:/ walden-pond313. blogspot. com/

Enjoy! :]

Life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

"Are you dating that Arthur bloke?" Will asked while tossing out another crumpled piece of paper.

Merlin just growled in lieu of a response. Will Conway was an annoying twenty-five year old with an addiction to apricot jam. He was also Merlin's roommate and best friend.

"For the umpteenth time: I am not dating Arthur Pendragon."

Will didn't even spare his roommate a glance. "Well, I think that is very selfish of you."

"How am I being selfish?"

"If you went and dated the real-estate mogul, our rent would be free."

"A- Arthur does more than buy and sell buildings. B-I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

A door slam stopped any further discussion. The two young men were joined by their third roommate, Gawain.

Upon entering the room, Gawain took a quick survey of the current situation.

"Let me guess: you're talking about Arthur again."

Merlin began to bang his head on the wall. "Don't you two have anything better to do than talk about my love life?"

"Is that what you're calling it? You won't even admit you're dating him." Gawain laughed.

"Can you qualify what is or isn't a love life, Uncle?" That was a low blow. Gawain really did love his aunt. Hell, he'd followed her from Wales all the way to New York just to be with her. The fact that his actions had resulted in a 12 year on-and-off relationship was both sad and hilarious.

Gawain gave Merlin a tight smile. "Thanks for that, Neph. I was going to invite you out for ice cream with your cousin, but I don't want you infecting him with your cynicism." He grabbed his wallet and left.

Now Merlin seriously felt like shit. "I'm such an ass. Are he and Freya on or off?"

"Why would I know? You're convinced we hate each other."

"Please, please, please tell me."

"Fine," Will sighed. "They're kind of in the middle at the moment. They keep going on all these family outings with Mordred. Honestly, I'm just waiting for them to drop him off here so they can go fuck."

"Ugh, I really do not need that image in my head."

"How do you think Mordred got here?" Will returned to his current project.

"I actually don't think about it."

"I do." Will admitted. "Your aunt is a total MILF."

Merlin found the nearest object (a coaster) and chucked it at his friend's head. "That's my aunt, you perv."

Will attempted to throw the coaster without looking. The story they would later tell their landlord was that a pigeon had flown into their window, creating a medium sized crack.

"Can we stop deflecting so we can talk about your intimacy issues? I'm worried about what you're doing with your life."

"What do you mean?"

Will turned to face friend. "You have no ambition-"

"I have a job."

"Yes, you have a job. You need a career." Will picked up an underdeveloped sketch. "I did not graduate from NYU in order to do something I hate. I'm actually applying my otherwise worthless degree."

"We can't all be semi-famous graphic novelists." Merlin muttered.

"No, we can't." his roommate agreed. "Unless you have a degree in Art history or whatever you should probably do something else with your life."

"And what exactly should I be doing?"

Will flashed Merlin a pitying look before retreating to his room. He returned with a box of his fancy colored Markers.

"Merlin, man, you're like some virtuoso when it comes to music. You have a degree from a prestigious and reputable school. You should be doing more than tutoring a bunch of rich kids. You should be exploring your passion and sharing it with someone."

"And you think that someone is Arthur?" Merlin scoffed. "You don't even like him!"

"No! You think that someone is Arthur. That is why you are so terrified to be with him." Will nearly threw all 144 of his Prismacolor© Markers at his roommate. Then he remembered that he almost spent 500 dollars on the damn things. "And I don't know Arthur. I've only met the man twice."

"Gawain doesn't have a passion in life and he gets on just fine." Remarked Merlin petulantly. "Besides, I don't see you with some special someone."

"Gawain's passion is Freya. Has been since she was sixteen and he was nineteen. Although I guess his son could also be his passion…I don't really know how passsions work." Will mumbled. "But I digress. Anyway, I do have a special someone."

"What's her name and why haven't we met?"

A dreamy look came into his eyes. "Her name is Sophia Sidhe. She's wonderful, if not a little psychotic." A quick shake of the head put him right. "And I would introduce you if you weren't so bloody depressed all the time."

Will's whole body tightened with frustration. He hastily packed up his work and began heading towards him room.

"Look Mate, if you don't sort out this thing with Arthur soon, you'll make us all miserable."

Merlin wrapped his arms around himself. His throat felt dry as he tried to keep back aggravated tears.

"Maybe you're right." He whispered to the empty room.

You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done
So find a new lifestyle
A new reason to smile

Song: God is a DJ by P!nk

(Although, back then she was still just Pink)