Arthur
Merlin seemed all to excited about the idea of listening to my music.
Weird.
I clumsily handed him a pile of CDs, while still trying to focus on the road. This caused our fingers to touch for a brief second, causing my lips to automatically form short smile.
Stupid reflexes.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Merlin closely examinatinh the back of a mixtape. He sat there, cross-legged, and his lap was covered in discs.
Adorable.
The first thing that came to my mind.
Adorable.
But I pushed back the thought really quickly and focused on the road again. Merlin was an idiot and certainly not 'adorable'.
Suddenly, a loud laughter nearly caused me to drive right into the field.
"'For the time I get to know someone special.' Arthur, you never told me you were so...cheesy"
Fuck. I forgot that this mixtape even existed. How embarassing.
I shot Merlin an angry look and grabbed the disc out of his hands.
"This is old okay? I'd never listen to that anymore.", I tried to argue in my defense.
Merlin enjoyed this way too much: "Naw, you don't need to be embarassed. You're a soft, it's alright, you can show the whole world."
I reached to the side to somehow knock my elbow into some part of his body, but I felt only air. Merlin had pressed himself against the car wall, a huge smile on his face.
Idiot.
"I'm not a soft."
"Oh yes you are. A big one."
"I'm going to show you who's soft."
Merlin remained silent and continued to shuffle through CDs.
"Jokes aside, you actually have great music taste. The Velvet Underground, Queen, The Killers, Eminem...woah even Nirvana."
"Yeah?", I asked, to be honest I was a little surprised. Didn't think he'd like it.
"Yea. Great bands."
He took a CD out of it's box and pushed it into the car radio. I took a wuick look at the title. To my surprise, it was one of my mixtapes.
"Classics & All time favourites"
Suddenly, the first tunes of "Uptown Girl" were playing and I immediately started tapping my foot to the beat.
Moments later, Merlin and I were loudly 'ohohohohohohoh-ing' to the song.
In that moment, I was beaming with joy and I know Merlin was too.
And my mind could only manage to wrap itself around a single thought: He was my very own Uptown Boy.
As the last seconds of the song began, we had reached the borders of my father's territory and I stopped in front of the small stables.
I slammed the car door shut, and walked to the large gate in front of the stables. That's when I saw Gwaine, who must've heard us coming.
He waved from afar, holding a saddle in the other hand.
I opened the gate for Merlin and let him enter the territory. He was looking around with big eyes, as if he'd never seen a horse stable before.
I'd just wanted to say something when I got interrupted by Gwaine's loud voice, causing both me and Merlin to turn around.
"Hi, you two!"
We greeted eachother by the usual handshake, and Merlin simply shot him a smile and nodded.
"Is Clearwater here already?", I immediately asked, because I didn't want to let that man wait if it was the case.
Gwaine shook his head:"No, he should be here in a few though."
Merlin's facial expression clearly indicated confusion, so I quickly explained that Clearwater was our business partber. He came here today for a horsesale.
I then gave Gwaine the instruction to prepare everything for the meeting with Clearwater, who then left after giving both me and Merlin a light smack on the head.
I then turned around to face Merlin:"I gotta go and help Gwaine prepare the horse and all the business papers. Go to the boxes, you'll find everything you need to clean them there. If you need help, there's probably someone around who's working here. Simply ask them."
Merlin nodded, even though he seemed a little overwhelmed with the situation. I was sure that he would manage it though.
"Well I gotta go. I expect you to do your work properly. These stables should be fresh and clean afterwards, understood?"
Merlin's eyes threatened to nearly roll out of his skull, that's how annoyed he looked.
"Yes, sire. Everything will be perfectly fine, sire." He made a weird hand movement imitating something like taking a bow.
"Fine. I'll come and meet you later, idiot."
And as I turned around, I couldn't hide the large smirk that had formed in my inside anymore.
There was no way I could deny that I liked the 'sire'.
