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Fortune Cookie

As Merlin sat, staring at the remainder of the food on his plate, he shook his head. He briefly wondered if getting Chinese food was the smartest decision ever, as he was already feeling the familiar discomfort in his stomach after consuming such greasy food.

He waited for the bill and put his face in his hands. His life was so fucked up, how the hell did he let it get so damn fucked up? Merlin shook his head and rubbed his eyes, like he was trying to wipe away all the pesky thoughts swarming through his head.

Pesky thoughts, about Arthur.

Arthur was Merlin's best friend. There was no doubt about it. Arthur was Merlin's best friend and Merlin was Arthur's best friend, as it had been since they were little and Merlin's mum got a job cleaning Arthur's family's home. They were so little, Merlin more so than Arthur, that that had few memories without the other in them. They were four and six when they met, but even when they were little and the two year age gap felt like the biggest thing in the world, Merlin never felt less than Arthur. Not really, even when Arthur would poke fun and make jokes, Merlin knew it was all harmless banter, which seemed to be the basis of their friendship.

Now here was Merlin, eating, quite frankly crappy, Chinese food alone, while Arthur was out, professing his love for their mutual friend: Gwen.

Merlin loved Gwen, don't get it twisted. He loved Gwen and he loved Arthur and all he wanted in his life was for the two of them to be happy. And if being together was what would make them happy then Merlin would die and take his feelings for Arthur to the grave.

Merlin was still thinking about how fucked up his life has gotten when a waiter seemed to sneak up on him. Merlin jumped when he realized there was someone there, but relaxed when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Kil." Merlin mumbled, still annoyed with the shit show that was his life.

Kilgarrah worked at the Chinese restaurant Merlin was currently wallowing in. Though Merlin wasn't sure what his real name was, he was sure it wasn't something as cool as Kilgarrah, which he thought sounded like the name of like, a dragon or wizard or something. He and the man had become close friends since when Merlin discovered this place around a year prior

"Hey, man. What you all pouty about?" He reached forwards to ruffle Merlin's hair, but the boy dodged quickly, used to the older ones antics at this point.

Merlin hesitated to speak. Him and Kilgarrah were close and all, but he didn't know if he wanted everyone to know his business. And besides, Kil probably gave out some of the worst advice ever. It never made any sense and was always seemingly incomplete. Like Merlin had to figure out the real meaning to the random bullshit.

Despite Merlin's original hesitation, he found himself spilling everything. He told him the whole long, pathetic story of how he fell for his best friend when he was just barely a teen and now, nearly a decade later, still found himself infatuated with the blond. He told him of their other friend, Gwen, and how she seemed to mess up their dynamic, if only the slightest bit, and now the other end of his unreciprocated crush was going to pour out his feelings to his, likely reciprocated, crush.

He told Kilgarrah this and more, while Kil gazed at him quietly and nodded solemnly.

"I think I have just the thing for you," Kil said, and turned in the other direction before Merlin had a chance to protest. Merlin knew what he was doing. Kil did this every damn time Merlin expressed a problem he was going through.