49 Crap Dates And 1 Damn Well Good One- Chapter 5
Chapter 5- THE GRANNY BRA!
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By the time Gwen had recovered from the coffee fiasco with the help of a jar of nutella and not so bad Arthur, Morgana who was giving Arthur death glares and Arthur were sat down stairs in complete silence not wishing to discuss the previous event whilst waiting for Gwen to come out of the bathroom to wash the spread off her arms. Gwen came happily smiling downstairs to meet the silent couple in the living room, shattering it with her voice ‘It actually worked. I can’t believe it. No scars, no wounds nothing’, she said inspecting her immaculate arms with nothing wrong with them.
‘I still think it was a waste of good food’, Morgana muttered annoyed that they had smothered her nutella all over Gwen’s arms. Gwen and Arthur just ignored the previous comment making Morgana feel lonely and left out from the conversation with Gwen and her new found friend. Something had changed between them and Morgana was the only one who could see it. Gwen despised Arthur a couple of days ago and now he was like her best buddy. Morgana was supposed to be her best buddy not him and she would make sure of that but first she was going to the corner shop to buy a jar of nutella, which would help her evil genius inside her reach its full potential.
‘I’m just going out’, Morgana called getting up from the sofa and grabbing her coat from the pegs next to the door only to be ignored by Mr. Laughable and Little Miss Giggle. As she shut the door behind her, Arthur’s laughter echoed through her ears and she hated it so she exaggeratedly mimicked it to her satisfaction. The quicker she got rid of him the better.
‘So... we should get on with Lesson 1. Clothing, come on, upstairs we go’, said Arthur already climbing up the stairs towards Gwen’s bedroom.
‘Why upstairs?’, Gwen asked following him.
‘You’ll see’, Arthur replied.
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When Gwen had reached her bedroom she found Arthur knelt down on the floor throwing her clothes from her wardrobe all over the place not caring that she would have to tidy it all up after.
‘What are you doing?’, asked Gwen as he accidently threw one of her granny styled bras into her face. ‘Thanks for that’, Gwen said sarcastically taking the granny bra off her face. Arthur turned around haring Gwen’s tone of voice unsure what he had done wrong but his eyes widened with embarrassment when he saw her holding it turning back around as quickly as he possibly could so she wouldn’t notice the rosiness of his cheeks reddening.
‘Sorry’, he apologised but then not wanting to go on further with his humiliation he changed the subject happily ‘and I’m checking out your clothes, listen to the teacher’, Arthur said smugly. He truly did love his job.
‘So come on then what’s the verdict?’, said Gwen not really paying much attention and going to have a seat on her bed.
‘Honestly?’, Arthur asked turning around to face her.
‘Honestly’, she insisted firmly crossing her arms. Arthur took a sharp breath in through his teeth preparing himself for a battering after he had commented on her style of clothing.
‘Well... you wear granny clothes and clothes that don’t reveal anything about your figure. Seriously I don’t know what’s wrong with you, you’re a pretty girl and yet you don’t want to show it’, Arthur sighed whilst Gwen raised her eyebrows at him ‘Granny clothes, clothes that don’t reveal anything huh’, tutted Gwen though secretly inside she was quite pleased that he had called her pretty, she just didn’t want to show it.
‘Hey you asked for honesty! And anyway I gave you a compliment as well, you’re pretty’, Arthur defended whilst Gwen smiled before retracing his steps and rambling away ‘I mean not pretty, I mean you are but I don’t find you pretty personally, I mean...’
‘I know what you mean’, Gwen smiled meeting his gaze for a few seconds before the pair becoming flustered and looking away again.
‘So how about we hit the town and I’ll show you the sort of clothes you should be buying’, Arthur said breaking the silence that was so precious to the both of them.
‘Sure’, Gwen replied not bearing to look in his deep blue eyes in case she got lost in them again, she did not want to take that risk. He was her teacher and nothing more.
As they headed into town Mordred returned with his ally in war, nutella. He was ready, his plan in full swing. He would take Arthur down whatever the cost as long as it meant Morgana could get her lifelong friend back, Gwen.
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Through the hustle and bustle of the town, Arthur and Gwen were there looking through the windows of different shops, getting a bite to eat and Arthur giving Gwen a lecture on the knitted jumper that was hidden in the back of her wardrobe.
‘Seriously why do you keep that wooly thing, it’s like a big furry monster’, Arthur joked although Gwen wasn’t joking with him and froze, it unsettled him. He was unaware that her mother had knitted that jumper and when she died of childbirth it was given to Gwen, as a keepsake, something to remember her mother by so there would always be a small part of her near Gwen all the time. When she was a child she would wear that jumper all the time, smell her mother within it and feel her against her skin but as she got older she became more self- conscious not wanting to wear it due to the constant teasing from her friends and sometimes just random people in the street but it was always there folded up neatly sat inside a box in the back of her wardrobe there to be worn on rainy days when she needed a cuddle and no one was there to give it to her. She hadn’t dared tell anyone about it not even Morgana, only her father knew and he was gone now.
So she decided it would be better to just keep silent about the jumper to Arthur, change the subject and leave him in the dark eventually forgetting about it while she never would.
‘Are you alright Guinevere?’, Arthur worriedly asked.
Gwen came back from her trance at memory lane and nodded.
‘Come on let’s go to Primark’, Gwen said picking up the mood slightly and dragging Arthur along with her knowing he would become a lot happier knowing that at last she had chosen a shop with fashion.
‘Finally a shop with some style instead of the British heart foundation’, Arthur cried hands in the air dramatically before grabbing her hand and dragging her to Primark. She smiled liking the way he held her hand ever so tightly.
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‘So where did you two go’, asked Morgana after she heard the door clasp open, Arthur and Gwen happily chatting to each other.
‘Oh we just went into town, you know all part of the lesson’, Gwen replied casually when actually she was brimming with excitement and everyone could see it.
‘Yep. Lesson clothing is done and dusted, Gwen’s improved immensely. A* I would say’, said Arthur trying to sound professional but Morgana could tell that he was brimming with excitement as well. Morgana may have thought he was a twat but she was damn well grateful that he had taught Gwen that style and fashion mattered.
‘Morgie we bought this hot cocktail dress! I’m gonna try it on.’, exclaimed Gwen waving her bag holding the dress in whilst running upstairs as quick as she could to try it on.
‘Ok you do that, I’ll just wait here with Mr. Pendragon’, Morgana called squirming as she said the name Pendragon pulling a face.
Now was the time for Mordred to release his secret weapon : THE GRANNY BRA!
‘So Mr. Pendragon..’
‘Oh enough formalities, call me Arthur’, he said now sitting on a seat opposite the coach Morgana was sitting on.
‘Ok Arthurus...’, Morgana said completely forgetting what his name was.
‘It’s Arthur...’, he interrupted.
‘Fine Arthuro’, Morgana said forgetting again.
‘Actual....’, Arthur interrupted again offended she had forgotten his name so quickly.
‘Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk when someone else is talking’, Morgana butt in. She had control over this guy as he clamped his mouth shut immediately.
‘That’s better. I’d like to introduce you to someone. Have you met.... THE GRANNY BRA!’, Morgana screamed trying to pull the suspense in a horror movie.
Arthur burst into fits of giggles. ‘What was this?’ Morgana thought. Many men took one look at it and ran for their lives but this one was different. She’d have to try harder to win Gwen back over as her best friend.
‘I’ve actually encountered THE GRANNY BRA before’, Arthur laughed unable to stop his stomach hurting from his laughter. Then he saw Morgana’s shocked face, realising what he was thinking he back tracked saying ‘No.. you don’t understand’ only to be met by Morgana’s raised eyebrows.
‘You two come and have a look’, Gwen called from upstairs.
Arthur and Morgana gave eachother evils before both of them running up the stairs, elbowing the other out the way and when one fell they dragged the other with them like a childish feud over sibling rivalry. In the end Morgana reached the top first smirking behind her towards the out of breath Arthur gasping for air as he wore the loser face. He eventually caught up with her when he got to Gwen’s bedroom.
Morgana’s tub of nutella dropped to the floor in shock and Arthur was unsure why until he saw Guinevere. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale only explicit minds could imagine. Her curls were let to roam free around her shoulders instead of the usual tied up house-wife look, the dress complimented her curves making her seem taller and more confident as her eyes were glazed with happiness.
‘Not too much is it?’, she asked after looking in the mirror.
‘Not at all’, Morgana replied smiling. She had to admit the guy had good taste.
‘You look beautiful’, Arthur sighed dreamily leant against the door.
Now Morgana saw what was going on and she was determined to stop it before it spread like an infection and Arthur was the vermin who caused it. All Morgana needed to do was call the verminator. Gwen’s old flame that would soon be ignited. Lancelot.
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