A/N #1 (Please read at least this one!): It has been brought to my attention that leaving this as a list is technically against the rules on this site. So from now on every time I update I'm going to post a drabble at the end. YES! Be excited. :D And I know a drabble is one hundred words, so mine technically isn't a drabble, but relax. It's my first time at having a go at it. ;)

A/N #2: Oh my GOSH! One, I can't believe how many reviews I got for the last chapter, and two, I can't believe how many of you are Americans! Practically ever other review said something along the lines of "I live in the States, too". haha :D

A/N #3: I've never taken a suggestion for one of these from someone before, but PippinStrange and I shared an idea so I thought I'd credit her for it. ;)

A/N #4: Within this update I have reached the one hundredth proof of obsession. I think it's safe to say that we're all crazy. :P

Alright. Enough of this. Continue!

-YouareobsessedwithMerlin-

PART 8:

You know you're obsessed with Merlin when...

You smile like an idiot every time you hear the word "destiny".

You talk to yourself in an English or Irish accent all the time (if you're not English or Irish, obviously.)

You plan on taking a video camera with you on the next roller coaster you go on. (PippinStrange)

You've decided to make your own video diaries so that if (no, when) you become a famous actor/actress your fans will have fun videos to watch.

You refer to your best friend as the other half of your coin.

You secretly label people based on which character they are most like. For instance, someone throws something at you and you immediately label them as an "Arthur". Or if someone makes hasty generalizations, you label them an "Uther".

You've unintentionally started stressing the first syllable of people's names.

You blame any erie noises heard in the middle of the night on pheasants.

You see a blue heart-shaped jewel and immediately think of Cornelius Sigan.

You suddenly find yourself wearing your brown jacket a lot more often.

-YouareobsessedwithMerlin-

When Merlin returned from visiting his mother in Ealdor, Arthur, who was completely oblivious to the fact that Merlin shaved, was surprised to see the makings of a beard on the face of his manservant.

The prince didn't give it much thought at first. After all, a man could grow a beard if he wanted to. But over time as other servants, the knights, and even Guinevere complimented Merlin on his new look, Arthur began to grow uneasy.

In order to make the obvious seem, well, less obvious, the prince "misplaced" his razor that he didn't have. Merlin cheerily offered to find a replacement, but Arthur dismissed the idea by telling him to muck out the stables.

Days passed, but no matter how hard he tried, the Prince of Camelot simply could not grow a beard. His futile attempts resulted in a mere bit of stubble on his chin.

One thing was certain: Arthur was jealous of Merlin's beard-growing skills.