amarie_authielTitle: Fruit salad and chemistry
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur? Morgana/Leon.
Character/s: Arthur.
Summary: He had not run away, no matter what Morgana said, It was just.... complicated!
Warnings: Little bit angst
Word Count: ~350
Prompt: #101 Lucky
Author's Notes: Returning to my educating Arthur verse.
Follow up to
I thought I knew you,
More than one direction to choose,
Watch and learn,
You and I and
Truth or dare
(Previous)
Arthur sat in his room by his desk, leaning over his books and notes. His clock radio said it was 2am and the insistent hammering on the door had died down to a soft tapping before stopping.
He had not run away, no matter what millions of text messages and voice messages from Morgana said. He had made a tactical withdrawal and she was an evil witch. Ok, she had meant well. But she didn’t understand. She and Leon had circled each other for ages before her friends staged an 'intervention'. But this was not like that at all. First of all, he did not have crush on Merlin and Merlin thought Arthur was just days from reverting back to his old self and he was only spending time with Arthur because father paid him.
Arthur really needed to mend what he had done. But not by showing up uninvited. He had looked so happy, so at home. Fine, so he had stared a little, but anyone would and there was no reason for the girls to squeal as victoriously as they had. Because Arthur knew that the second Merlin saw him Merlin smile would fade. Arthur hated himself for that. It was like he had been handed something precious and ruined it for everybody.
His eyes landed on a page where formulas had been simplified into poorly drawn fruit. Oddly enough it had worked.
-No… You have to have balance. There can’t be more carbon here after the reaction than you had before. Umm…
-Ok, you’ve got one banana and three apples and that gives you a fruit salad over here.
-Two fruits doesn’t make a fruit salad.
-It does when it’s all you’ve got, you snob. Try again.
Arthur caught himself snickering loud at the memory. God, he was tired. Perhaps it was best to sleep a bit. He had to do well on the test, and then things would be different, and if Arthur was lucky and if he tried really hard... he just wanted Merlin to be happy. That’s all.
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