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Summary: All he wanted was to forget, to have a fresh new start. And so did she.

Author's note: This is set after the end of LIS with the "Save Arcadia Bay" ending. As for Game of Thrones, it is set in a modern universe and the characters are at the end of season 2, personality wise.

WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CAN CONTAINS HEAVY THEME SUCH AS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, BULLYING ETC. IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THESE SUBJECTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.

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Chapter 1

After having set his laptop, Lancel Lannister sighed tiredly but happily. His room was finally done. It was way smaller than the one he had back in Lannisport, or the room he was offered when he had started to study in King's Landing, but he felt strangely at ease in it. Joffrey and his crew would have hated it, called him gay for having pictures of his parents and of his siblings on his desk or near his bed, he didn't care though. They weren't here. No one to mock the fact that he had a family picture, that he had hung a poster of Mumfords and Sons, that he had complete collections of mangas to read or reread at his leasure, on his bed, bare feet, with a box of sweets nearby. That felt good, almost resurecting. He opened the window and took a breath of fresh air. Two hours ago, he was still on the road, driven by his father.

His father…

Who showed support from the very beginning.

Lancel was born a Lannister, people expected him to pursue a carreer in the banks, in finance, in politics, things he hated with a passion. He was good with numbers but the jobs in them didn't attract him and he had no head for politics anyway. He wasn't stupid, he knew how a law was passed, he knew the basics of the ways of the different factions, but he never managed to get fully into it. The fact that he saw them as kindergarden's kids in adults bodies who were allowed all the rudeness children were taught not to do didn't help either. They could cut people mid-sentences, cheat, lie, all would be accepted because they were in that golden bubble. No, what Lancel loved was litterature, poetry, music and above all, he loved photography. Even when he was a child, when he was given a small throwable camera to take pictures during school trips, he enjoyed choosing the spots, waiting for the right light, experimenting new poses to take even better pictures. And as he grew, this pleasure grew into a passion. A passion his father seemed to understand. Or at least, that he wanted to try and understand. Because when Lancel told him of his desire to try and work in that field, to make a living out of it, he was afraid to see disappointement in his eyes, that he would talk him out of it. Photography could be a hobby but not a job for a Lannister man. However, Kevan only nodded and it was him who found out about the program of Blackwell Academy, in Arcadia Bay. He never seem so proud of him when he received a letter stating he was accepted among the students. His parents thought of renting him a small house or a small flat but Lancel had wanted to experience the full feel of dorms' life. He had watched as the familiar landscapes of the west of Westeros vanished from his sight, as he was finally able to bid farewell to the bloody King's Landing, and as the new surrounding of Oregon greeted him in his new home. He had fallen in love with the pictures it provided, its smell of realness. Kevan had noticed the sparkle in his eyes, he had a small smile and tasked him to send them pictures of the town every week. A homework Lancel was more than happy to have.

"If you have any issues, and I mean it, any issues, you call and I come. Even if it is at 3.00 am." His father had told him before he left him

Lancel had smiled.

Yes, the past could be buried here. He could start over.

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The campus was huge and soon enough, Lancel got lost, despite the map he had been given. He looked around. Preparations for Thanksgiving were going well. Principal Wells had seemed surprised to see a new and even wealthier student than Nathan Prescott wanting to enter the school, despite the scandal caused by Mark Jefferson and what the journalists called "The Dark Room affair". Lancel didn't mind, he hadn't liked Jefferson's work anyway. It was beautiful and well done, no denying that, but it left him unmoved. Soon enough, a young man came to him. He seemed to be around his age, if not, a bit younger but not by much. He was a bit shorter than him, he had messy chocolate hair, brown eyes, a soft aura surrounding his being.

"Hi! New here?" He asked

"Yeah… First day." He replied

He offered his hand, Lancel shook it.

"Warren, Warren Graham."

"Lancel Lannister."

"Lannister as in the head of the Lannister company?"

"Yeah… I am Tywin Lannister's nephew…"

To Lancel's surprise, Warren found it cool.

"You're lost?"

"Yeah, I have to go to photography class."

Warren took him there, as his class was right next door. He introduced him along the way to some people. The gorgeous Dana. Goth and cool Alyssa. Zachary, so many people… Then, they arrived in the classroom. He noticed a blond haired girl with short hair and a seriously depressed look on her face. Her friend, or he assumed she was her friend, was trying to make her laugh with the latest gossips. Warren introduced them as Victoria Chase and Taylor Christensen. Victoria was Nathan's best friend and Lancel understood better her mood. Not far, there was Stella. Then, he saw a young woman, shorter than he was, all dressed in black, short haired, with a polaroid camera on her desk.

" Yo Max!" Warren shouted

"Hey Warren." She replied with a soft voice. "Who is that?"

"This is Lancel, a new student from Westeros. Lancel, this is Maxine Caulfield and there is a rule with her: always Max, never Maxine."

"And rightfully so, it rhymes with vaccine." She joked

"Pleasure to meet you." Lancel said

Warren took him a bit away and explained to him she was in mourning, having lost her best but estranged friend, Chloe Price, step-daughter of the chief of security of Blackwell, in an accidental gun shot weeks ago, in the girls' bathroom in a bad and sad story of blackmailing and money. Lancel went to her nonetheless. He had to talk to her, even if it was more for him than for her. This story had touched him.

"Max… Warren just told me. I never knew Chloe, and I have just met you, but I do offer you my sympathies. I'll add Chloe to my prayers."

Max had a small smile.

"Thank you."

Then entered a young woman, dressed very modestly.A dark blue jacket, a camel skirt, a white shirt buttoned all the way up and a small golden cross on her neck. Her blond hair was tied in a bun. Lancel had seen many lovely girls but never one whose cuteness seemed so real, so genuine.

"And last but not least, our beloved Kate Marsh!" Warren introduced. "Kate, this is Lancel Lannister."

"Pleasure to meet you, Lancel."

Even her voice was sweet. Max joined them and they talked a bit, before the teacher would enter. Lancel felt at-ease with them and he dared hope that he could become a friend. He really liked them, especially Kate. Even if they didn't share the same god, the same faith, he knew she wouldn't mock him for believing and that was refreshing. He had been shamed for that by his own kin.

"Lancel, what's your necklace?" Warren asked

"Oh that?" He said. "It's my mother's. She gave it to me. It's the seven pointed star."

"So, you keep with the Faith of the Seven?"Kate inquired

"You know of it?" Lancel replied, surprised

"We studied it a bit in our theology club. We'd be delighted to have you."

Lancel smiled.

"Looks like we're gonna have another puritan sparrow. Gods, as if having one religious nut wasn't enough." Coutney said, as she had dropped some homework for Victoria.

Lancel sighed.

Life wasn't going to be so easy after all.

To Be Continued