Chapter One: On My Mind

ARYA

After her father died Arya ran away. She ran because she couldn't go into the foster system, or live with her godfather's family like Her older sister, Sansa. Arya knew what she had to do; she had to find her mother and her brothers. Before he died Arya's father, Ned, had taken her and her sister from New York City to Los Angeles, leaving be hind their mother, their older brother, Rob, and their two little brothers, Bran and Rickon. Arya missed then terribly, so she was determined to find them no matter what. For a while a family friend, Yoren, helped her and several other boys get from LA to New Mexico, but he, and most of the other boys, had been arrested, however Arya along with another other boy had escaped the police, and were now on their way to NYC.

Arya and Gendry, who was simply called "The Bull" when they were traveling in the big group, because the back of his jacket had a big picture of a bull on it. Gendry and Arya trusted each other that was why they traveled together, apart from continence. They had become close when he figured out that she was a girl pretending to be a boy. At the beginning she thought that she could get away with it, but because she was fifteen years old and would turn sixteen soon, her more womanly features had begun to display themselves more prominently than before. When she had first been discovered she tried to deny it, but she had known, looking in a mirror, that she could no longer pass for a boy.

Arya still wore boys cloths, because they were much easier to steal, and even if she couldn't pass for a boy all the time, perverts might mistake her for a one and leave her alone, 'unless of course they were the little boy loving kind,' she thought cynically to herself. She didn't voice this aloud because she knew that if Gendry realized this, he would freak out and make her wear girls cloths. She didn't understand why he cared about things like that, he was always so protective of her, he wouldn't let her go anywhere alone, and he was always making sure she was okay, it got so annoying sometimes, but it was also nice to know that she had someone looking out for her. She blushed when she thought that, and bewildered she looked around to see if anyone noticed, they didn't, because she was alone in her room. What was wrong with her? Why had she done that? She was only thinking about Gendry, why was the thought of Gendry making her blush? Just then a knock came from the adjoining door between her and Gendry's rooms. Before she opened the door she quickly smoothed out her hair and took some deep breaths hoping beyond hope that she wasn't still blushing. She opened the door blinking when the afternoon sunlight hit her face. There stood Gendry, as she expected, with sunlight, from the window, hitting his back making him glow. 'Oh my fucking god,' she thought, 'he's fucking glowing am I going crazy?' she took a deep breath and gestured for him to enter.

GENDRY

Gendry was older than Arya, but somehow they didn't notice an age gap. He was seventeen years old, and almost two an a half years older than her, but she seemed so much more mature than fifteen, except when she was being stubborn, which was almost all the time, but whenever she forgot to put up her protective barrier, they had some pretty great conversations. She was so different than any of the other girls that Gendry had interacted with, she didn't care about how she acted in front of anyone and she would genuinely laugh when he told jokes, or more often punch him for telling such bad jokes and he liked that about her. He liked that she didn't care how messy her hair got, and that she didn't mind eating McDonnell's because it was the cheapest thing around. Truth be told Gendry liked a lot about Arya, more than how she acted; he thought she had the most beautiful grey eyes, and he liked that the corners of her mouth were always turned down, even when she was asleep, not that he watched her when she was sleeping, but sometimes on the buses she would fall asleep on his shoulder and he would look at her peaceful expression, if a frown could be called peaceful. He liked how she looked in her oversized tee shirts, and one thing he couldn't keep off his mind, how she looked out of her oversized tee shirts. It had only happened once, and it was an accident, it was a few weeks earlier, and she was changing in her room, and he opened the adjoining door between his and hers. Stunned for moment he just stood there starring until she yelled at him and told him to "close the door you fucking idiot, and quit staring at my tits!" he has quickly turned around and closed the door, but the sight of her topless had never really left his mind.

He had been in his motel room watching TV when he started zoning out and thinking about his life, because yes he did that sometimes, and then he started thinking about Arya, and how grown up she was under those boys cloths, and before he knew it Gendry has quite the hard on. 'Shit!' he thought 'what am I doing this is Arya,' but the more he thought about her the more painful his dick got, finally he unzipped his pants and got it out of his system, or so he thought, because as soon as he got comfortable again, he started thinking about her tits. Gendry then got up and walked outside to her room and knocked.

When she opened the door Gendry looked at her, in a white tee shirt and camo shorts that she had stolen from a GAP Kids in a strip mall somewhere between Texas and Oklahoma, she looked, fucking hot, he didn't know why, but something about the way only shoulders touched the huge tee shirt made him want to rip it off her and see what was underneath. When she gestured for him to enter he did obligingly and sat down on her bed.

ARYA

She stood there staring at Gendry sitting exactly where she had been only moments before. He gently patted the spot next to him asking her to sit down, and she did, hoping, again, that she didn't blush. Looking at Gendry there, she half wanted to beat the shit out of him, and half wanted to fuck him, the thing that worried her was that she was unsure of which she would do. She sat down beside him, and looked into his blue eyes, and then quickly looked away, knowing her cheeks were turning red again. 'Fuck, how does he do this to me?' she thought angrily. She suddenly got up and looked down at him,

"Why are you here?"

"What's your problem, why shouldn't I be here?" he responded just as angrily, they really both had very short tempers.

"Because it's my fucking room that's why!"

"Well fuck you Arya, if you don't want me in here then I'll just fuck off now." he made as if to go to the door, but Arya caught his hand. He turned around and stared at her in surprise, she was surprised herself. She hadn't had much experience with boys other than this kid who's dad was a butcher in New York, but he got in huge trouble for fighting this fuckface, and well she never saw him again, so her recourses for knowledge on that subject were few and far between, and when Gendry put his lips to hers she wasn't exactly sure what to do, but she went with what she had learned from that butcher's boy and opened her mouth to except his tongue.