Wrong Number (for Bradley's Birthday)
Title: Wrong Number
Author: kbrand5333
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Summary: A little drabble in honor of Bradley’s birthday.
Are we still on for Club Albion tonight, mate?
I’m sorry, I think u misdialed.
UR not Merlin?
No, I’m not Merlin.
Terribly sorry. My finger must have slipped.
Quite alright. It happens.
Sorry.
Hello?
Yes?
Is that club any good?
Never been, sorry.
TY
No trouble.
What’s ur name?
Why?
I’m nosy. :)
How do I know u aren’t a murderer?
U don’t, I guess. :(
Please? I just want to know the name of the person I am bothering.
I’m on lunch. No bother.
Lunch here too.
Are u female?
Does it matter?
It will help me decide if I want to keep pestering u for a name.
Yes, female.
Thought so.
Oh, really.
If u were a bloke u wouldn’t have cared if I were a murderer.
U also would have told me to piss off by now.
Guinevere.
??
My name is Guinevere.
Arthur.
Very funny.
No, srsly. It’s Arthur.
Creepy. Especially cuz u have a mate called Merlin.
Yeah.
Come 2 the club 2nite.
What?
Come 2 the club 2nite.
I can’t do that.
Y not?
Because u still might b a murderer.
LOL
Okay, not a murderer. Murderers don’t LOL.
LOL some more.
Guinevere?
Yes?
Come 2 the club 2nite.
Please?
Why should I?
I want to meet u.
Why?
Cuz your texts are cute.
U are odd.
Come on…
Maybe.
It’s my birthday.
No it isn’t.
Driver’s license. Note the date.
I can’t believe u texted me a pic of ur license.
Did I deny being odd? I don’t think I did.
Well, u could have at least included the part of it with ur face.
What fun would that be?
xXx
Where RU?
I’m here.
Where here?
Albion
Trying to find u.
I’ll be nice and stay in one place.
Hint? What do u look like?
Blonde hair, white dress and shoes, blue skin. Three apples high. Smells faintly of mushrooms.
That’s Smurfette.
Oh, that’s right. I’m always getting us confused.
And u called ME odd.
:)
Another hint? Please?
Why do u need a hint? Isn’t ur mate Merlin a wizard?
If he is, he’s a bloody terrible one.
Well?
Well, I’m texting.
Gee, thanks. So are half the people here.
UR being difficult on purpose.
Of course I am. U still might be a murderer.
Thought u decided I wasn’t.
Jury still out.
U at the bar or a table?
From where I am, I can see an ass.
Doesn’t narrow it down at all. I see lots of asses.
LOL
I heard that.
U did not
Did so
Okay, I’m
Gwen’s phone is lifted from her fingers. She gasps and turns to see a tall, well-built man with golden blonde hair and a gorgeous smile dancing across the most gorgeous face she has ever seen staring down at her.
“Terribly sorry, my finger must have slipped,” he says, his voice like dark red velvet. He grins at her.
“Hi,” she finally manages, standing.
Wow, she is really cute.
“Well, I see you weren’t joking about being three apples high,” Arthur smirks at her. He looks up and sees a stuffed toy donkey on a shelf along the wall, perched among some other random toys. He realizes he is still holding her phone, so he hands it back.
Her giggle is cut off when she reaches for her phone. Her fingers close over his, and Gwen suddenly feels warm all over. Arthur blinks in surprise and stares dumbly at their hands, both still clutching her phone.
She looks up at him, smiling shyly, her warm brown eyes soft and beautiful. “Happy birthday, Arthur.”