Note: If you are a visual person like me, read the story on my tumblr or AO3 (links in my profile), I added images of clothing Sansa wears and of places they go to. It's not necessary and I mainly did it for my own imagination, but if you're weirdly detailed like me, go for it!

Chapter 1

Gorgeous

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

You should take it as a compliment / That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk / You should think about the consequence / Of your magnetic field being a little too strong / And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us / He's in the club doing I don't know what / You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine / You've ruined my life by not being mine

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you / And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in darkened room / If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her / But if you're single that's honestly worse / 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine / I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have and / Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats / Alone / Unless you wanna come along

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You're gorgeous / You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You're gorgeous

Sansa - November 2015

Sansa always loved coming home. As much as she enjoys living on her own down in perpetually-sunny San Diego, the smell of the forests surrounding her family's estate outside of Seattle always brought her happiness. The crisp, clean, pine fresh air filled her lungs as she got out of the car. She greeted her family with hugs before rushing upstairs to her old bedroom to shower and get ready.

Tonight was Robb's engagement party. He had finally proposed to Margaery Tyrell, Sansa's best friend, after having dated her since high school. The party was being held on her family's waterfront lawn. She rushed to get ready before helping her mother put up the rest of the decor, it's not like Arya was going to help with that task.

As she strung up a garland of roses, Margaery's favorite, she excitedly thought of all the family and friends she was going to see that night. Her mind turned to Jon Snow. Sansa's parents were close friends of his parents for many years but, tragically, Rhaegar and Lyanna died in a car accident when Jon was little. With Jon having no other known relatives, Ned and Catelyn gladly took him in as one of their own. Her siblings saw him as their own brother but she was never close to him like they were. He and Robb were the same age and they had been best friends since they were babies. Arya has always been a tomboy and would try to tag along with their boyish excursions. Once Bran and Rickon came along, they looked up to Jon as another big brother. But then there was Sansa. She was her mother's daughter through and through. She'd always been girly and ladylike since she could remember. She didn't play with the boys and Arya, she had her own girly friends around to partake in makeovers and play princesses. She's grown closer to her own siblings through the years, but never with Jon, there was always a weird distance between them.

But she hasn't seen him since he joined the Marines after he graduated high school and he was a stubborn mule who didn't have any social media. Sansa had learned he went to college up here in Washington after he finished his four years of service and now works in her family's company, Winterfell Inc., along with Robb. After high school, Sansa and Margaery took a year off to travel through Europe before starting college. While Marg went to college in Washington where Robb graduated from, Sansa went to NYU. It was very much different to what she was used to back home, but she did like living in the city. After graduating, she stayed in the city for about a year, had a very bad relationship, and escaped to San Diego. She instantly fell in love with the climate, the beach, the sun. It had been seven years since she had really lived in Washington, but she did visit often.

Robb and Margaery arrived as guests started to stream in. Marg made the giddiest little scream when she spotted Sansa. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arya roll her eyes and sneak away so Marg wouldn't pull her into the girly moment as well.

"That is an impossibly beautiful ring, Marg," Sansa remarked as Margaery showed off her dainty hand.

"I have something for you, Sans!" Margaery exclaimed as she pushed a floral gift box into her hands. It contained a pretty and delicate gold necklace with a small "S" on it, a mini bottle of champagne, and a note that read It's my turn to pop the question. Will you be my maid of honor?

"Oh of course I will be!" Sansa said, throwing her arms around her best friend.

"The wedding will be at my family's estate in Hawaii in six months!" Margaery stated as she put the necklace around Sansa's neck.

"Considering how big this wedding will be, that's pretty fast!"

"Come on, Sans, you know I'm a planner. I've had this wedding figured out for quite some time now," Margaery laughed.

"Oh and you were just so sure I would ask you to be my wife, huh?" Robb teased.

"Everyone knew, Robb. Everyone. Since high school," Sansa retorted. "So who do I get the honor of walking down the aisle with?"

"Of course my best man is Jon," Robb answered.

"Where is he anyways? I haven't seen him in probably ten years. What is it with you boys and not having any social media?" Sansa asked, scanning the crowd of guests.

"He's on his way, had to finish some stuff up at the office. And we're too cool for that. And you know how shy and private that guy can be. Anyways, Marg posts enough pictures of me and her that I don't even need Instagram."

Sansa made her way through the guests, greeting people she hadn't seen in a while. As she was gabbing with quite possibly her favorite woman in the world, Margaery's grandmother Olenna, she spotted a very handsome man with curly dark hair coming down towards the party.

Jon Snow. Gorgeous Jon Snow. Holy hell, she thought.

Jon

He scanned the party, trying to catch sight of Stark family members. He was more on the shy side and wanted to beeline straight to his adopted family. Then his eyes fell on her.

She was wearing a very form fitting emerald green dress that looked absolutely amazing on her. She had always been a pretty girl, but she had definitely grown up into a gorgeous woman. She threw her head back in laughter as she talked with Margaery's grandmother. It made him smile, he missed Sansa's laugh. As soon as he realized he had been staring at her, he averted his eyes and made his way into the crowds of guests.

He spotted Ned and Cat and greeted them with hugs. Found Rickon and Bran stuffing their face with appetizers. And as he was saying hello to Robb, Arya came flying in from out of nowhere with a punch to the arm.

"Ouch, what was that for?"

"Good job being late, punk," Arya retorted.

"Oh please, the party's barely even started."

He again spotted Sansa out of the corner of his eye as she talked to Margaery and knew he had to go over there to congratulate the bride-to-be and say hello. He was suddenly nervous again, as he almost always was around Sansa back in the day.

"Congratulations, Marg," he said with a hug.

"Thanks, Jon!"

"Hi, Jon," Sansa said. Jon wondered why she said it so shyly when he never remembered her being shy.

"Sansa, it's been a long time," Jon said as they gave each other an unfamiliar hug. He hoped he wasn't being awkward, but his heart was beating out of control. This was the girl that he had fallen for so many years before but he kept it secret, even from Robb. Especially from Robb. This was his little sister and he was very protective of her. She wasn't like Arya who always seemed to be able to take care of herself when it came to guys. Between the bad relationships Sansa has had, Robb became even more protective.

Jon did his best to not look at her too much while he talked to them. He was hoping to be over his teenage crush but those feelings had come rushing back as he was in her presence.

Sansa

She had been trying not to stare at him too much. So much had changed about him, in a very good way. She kept wondering why he wasn't really looking at her. He probably remembers how cold you were to him back then, she thought to herself. She didn't really treat him like the rest of the family did. She wasn't outright mean to him, but she wasn't very friendly either. She just had enough on her plate with school, cheerleading, volleyball, friends, boyfriends, and everything else in her life. She regretted it now, she wished to be close to him like the rest of the Starks, even Margaery was closer to him because of Robb. She felt like the odd man out again.

"You know, he's single," Margaery whispered in her ear as Jon walked away.

Dammit, it would be better if he had a girlfriend, then I could get over whatever this feeling is, Sansa thought. "Oh hush, Marg, you know I've declared this 'The Year of Sansa'. That means no boys. I need a break after Joffrey and Ramsey. I need to find me, even if that sounds horribly corny."

"Sure, I'm just saying…" Marg teased as she went back over to Robb.

Sansa was uncomfortable with the nervousness and shyness she felt with him, so she went to the bar to try and drown it out and replace it with liquid courage. The third time she was at the bar waiting for her drink, she felt someone come up beside her.

"Whiskey on ice, please" Jon said to the bartender. Sansa felt her stomach do a little flip.

What the hell, Sansa, it's just Jon, she thought to herself.

Jon

"You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way," Jon said to her. Dammit, you're not supposed to say what you're thinking to her. Maybe this should be your last drink, he thought as he felt a slight blush come to his face. He still didn't look at her in the face so she wouldn't see.

"I wasn't sure about it but went for it anyways," she said, smoothing her hands over the dark green velvety fabric. Jon's eyes followed her hands until he felt ashamed and looked away.

"Yeah, that color looks amazing on you."

"Aw, thank you, Jon," she said and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"So I hear you're down in San Diego now," Jon said, trying to bring his thoughts to something more innocent.

"Yeah, I love it there. Robb told me you two are coming down there for a little while to work out of the San Diego branch."

"Yeah, in a month or so. I've never been to California, I feel like I'm not made for that place."

"Don't worry, Jon, I'll help you." She looked at him with those blue eyes and it made him melt. Even the way she spoke his name made him melt. And now it's time to back off, Jon, he thought. He made an excuse to go talk to the other groomsmen and tried to shake off thoughts as he walked away.

Sansa

She hadn't talked to Jon for the rest of the night. She noticed how he hardly looked at her even as they had their small conversation. But she felt drawn to him when they talked. She didn't know what to make of it. But when the party ended and she walked back up to her room, she made a mental note to wear green more often around him.