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It was a Saturday morning, and the Stark's household was silent, but for the clatter of utensils on fine china, the chattering over plates being passed, and the loud chewing of one of the Stark boys, (probably Robb since Jon was away).

Now the Starks had a tradition.

They would always have breakfast together in the mornings and talk about random things.

Recently, the topic had been Arya's Internet addiction, since she would wake up way past their breakfast time, despite Catelyn and Sansa trying their best to wake her up for it.

But they were fruitless, because Arya was a heavy sleeper, and she could not, by the life of her, wake up to anything at all.

So it was a surprise to her whole family, when Arya had appeared at the entrance of their massive dining room; still in her wolf-speckled jammies, with wild dark hair and a navy blanket wrapped around her dazed self.

"What's this about Benny?" She had yawned.

Forks dropped clanking onto their plates and everyone was bursting with laughter.

But before that, the Stark family had been happily chomping on poached eggs, scrambled eggs cooked in Gordon Ramsay's style, crisp bacon and the MOST DELICIOUS STACK OF CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES EVER (HOT DAMN), while conversing about Arya's unhealthy sleeping schedule and why she was spending most of her summer staring at her MacBook screen.

"Probably because of her delusional infatuation with Banana Cucumber that makes her cry so much." Sansa sighed, rolling her eyes, as she nibbled on a piece of her pancake.

"But why would Arya cry over fruits and veggies?" Rickon asked through a mouthful of eggs and pancake.

"Rickon, swallow your food before you speak!" Catelyn scolded from the other end of the table, opposite their father, who was chuckling at his son.

Sansa rolled her eyes again, sighed and replied after swallowing her food.

"No, Rickon. He's an actor? You know…Bernadryl Cunberbam? The evil, funny-looking cheekbone man from Star Trek?"

Robb spat out his drink, all over his shirt in a fit of laughter. "JFC, did you mean BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, WOMAN?"

Catelyn frowned in disapproval at her son and Ned merely smiled as he savored his bacon while Rickon and Bran cackled at Robb dabbing away the orange juice (as if it changed anything).

"Yeah that's what I said, MAN. Bazinga Candlewax, I know who he is Robb." She had a serious look on her face, but the corners of her lips were threatening to break into a grin.

That was when Arya had walked in.

Robb had been hooting at Sansa, Bran and Rickon had exchanged confused looks as if they've missed an inside joke, and her mother and father were smiling at their children as they shook their heads.

"What's this about Benny?"

Her yawn had frozen them all in their seats and as they turned to look at Arya, she had this glazed look in her eyes, still clouded from sleep and she was just standing there, utterly clueless.

And then the whole table broke out laughing.

Arya did not know why the fuck her family was laughing at her.

What do I have crud on my face?

Did I pee my pants?

She reached to her face and felt around for crud, but her face was unusually free of it today. She looked down at her pants and they didn't seem wet and there was no smell of piss her nose could detect either.

No I'm good, so why the heck are they laughing?

"Wow Arya, funny how you can't even wake up to your alarm clock, and yet at the mention of Benedict, you come straight down as if you were programmed to. Good Holy Gods." Sansa giggled at her.

Oh. So that's why.

"Haha very funny guys. But I actually came down because I want some of them bacon in my tummy." She narrowed her eyes at Robb who was still chuckling as she patted her growling stomach.

"No. No. No. You are not eating anything until you've bathed and out of yesterday's clothes. Chop-chop Arya!" Catelyn scolded, as she slammed her hands on the mahogany table.

Somewhere far away, Arya could've sworn she heard someone with a strange accent yelling, "THAT IS MAHOGANY!"

Ah, that would be tumblr.

Fuckin' website.

She groaned long and loud until Sansa clicked her tongue at her.

"Ugh, but if I brush my teeth now, the orange juice will taste horrible, mum…You feel me?" She groaned from under her blanket.

"Arya, do as your mother says. I love you, but you don't smell very nice." Her father said to her, earning laughs from her siblings.

"Yeah, I can't stomach this glorious food with you emitting all that stink." Robb pinched his nose and swatted the air around his face, earning a smelly blanket thrown at his head.

"I hate you all." She grumbled and dragged herself away from the scene.

"We love you too!" Bran yelled after her.

She blasted Jon's Beatles' vinyl record and set the temperature to an ice-cold setting before shimmying under the shower.

It wasn't ideal, but it sure washed away the sleep, and boy did she need the sleep to ebb away. When she stopped flinching at the coldness, Arya calmed herself down, and replayed the events of yesterday night.

Tumblr.

Gendry.

Winterfell.

Me. Gendry.

Skype.

Gendry.

Wink.

My lady.

Goodnight.

And there it was again. The fucking bubbles bubbling inside her, tickling her insides, and making her heart sing with so much joy, it made her squeal.

Fuck.

What was that sound?

"I DON'T SQUEAL." Arya yelled as she thumped her fists against the smooth marble walls of her bathroom.

Ugh, Gendry what are you doing to me…I barely even know you properly.

But I kind of ship us.

No no...ugh what if he has a girlfriend?

Boyfriend?

No he's straight…right?

UGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Arya mulled all this over.

Yes, she was super duper crazy excited to meet him in person and show him around the North, but man…

What am I doing here? Am I going to be friendly and become friends with the guy? Or am I going to make advances at him?

What the fuck did you do Arya?

You are so dumb.

"We could be internet friends. He's cool, so I guess what I'm doing here is getting myself a pack of Internet friends. Yeah…Internet friend. Gendry'll be my internet friend." She explained to herself.

And if he so happened to not have a girlfriend (or boyfriend)…Well, for now, I'll just keep hoping.

But she couldn't wait!

She was going to meet that gorgeous god sent angel man, and she knew her knees would be buckling, and her stomach would do somersaults, and her head would go light and dizzy just looking into those pools of icy blue eyes.

It kind of turned her on a little, and by gods, just thinking of his eyes, made her think of his hair, oh those luscious black hair I want to die with my fingers threading them, and her mind moved to his handsome, chiseled face, and how he had this rugged, and fresh kind of feel to him, and OH MY GODS his smile…

She felt her heart explode with a new sensation that made her knees buckle and her cheeks blush madly. Arya slid onto the floor, bringing her knees close to her bare chest and hid her smile behind them.

Her heart was singing and she was just so drunk with euphoria, she did not want to get off the damned floor.

So she lay there, letting the ice-cold water drum itself on her skin, as her mind flooded itself with images of Gendry.

This was bad.

She knew she had it bad.

Just simply thinking about him could make her go crazy and she wondered how her body would react when she really met him in person.

I'm being weird.

I'm being really fucking weird.

Okay Arya, get up, get out, and by gods fill your whore of a stomach some food.

She took a deep breath, shook herself good and out of that feeling, (Yeah like as if that feeling would ever go away smh) pulled on an MCR shirt and some grey slacks and headed down for breakfast.

Once she was good and full, Arya headed back into her room, switched on her MacBook and got on tumblr.

She noticed first of two things.

1) There was a message in her ask,

2) THERE WAS A FUCKIN MESSAGE IN HER ASk

Instantly, her stomach caved and Arya had to stop telling herself that it was Gendry…because it could be an anon.

Pfft who am I kidding it's probably just some spam thing.

/Hey Arya, me again. I don't know why but after talking to you last night, I kind of felt like talking to you some more, bc let's face it, life is short and you are hot. :P And I don't know I felt like I could tell you everything going on in my life rn. So, hit me up? X

Life is short and you are hot

LIFE.

IS.

SHORT.

AND.

YOU.

ARE.

HOT.

HOT YOU ARE LIFE SHORT IS

YOU HOT ARE IS SHORT LIFE

ME HOT HE SAYS ME HOT? ? HOT? ME/

OH MY FUCKING GODs

Arya Stark had never been at a loss for words.

Not ever.

But she was just gaping at the message.

Her mouth was hanging ajar; her eyes were wide with complete and utter disbelief.

This does not happen in real life.

Nope.

No.

Never.

Hot guys DO NOT CALL MUNDANE GIRLS HOT NEVER NOT WHAT IS THIS HAS SCIENCE GONE TOO FAR

"IS THIS A JOKE, IS SOMEONE pAYING YOU TO DO THIs?!" She yelled to his icon.

"Arya, can I borrow your- what's wrong?"

Sansa had decided to barge into her room right at that very moment, and you can only imagine what a scene it was.

Without thinking, she spun her MacBook to Sansa's direction, and gestured for Sansa to read it as she stared at her fingers.

Absolutely nothing was on her mind.

It was just blank.

So blank.

BUt her stomach.

GOddammit her stomach was treating her insides like a fuckin skate park and she could feel tiny skater dudes doing tricks inside her, making her stomach churn so badly she wanted to squirm and fly off into the sun.

"Oh my god. Arya!Who is this person? Tell me whoooo!" Sansa was grinning and jumping up and down in her spot; proud that someone from the Internet had acknowledged her sister's looks.

Subconsciously, she clicked on his icon, and then on his /tagged/me, and shoved the screen back into Sansa's hands.

There was silence for a few seconds until Sansa shrieked.

"Oh. My. God. OHMYGOD. FUCK ARYA HE'S GORGEOUS!" Sansa yelled as she was smiling at her. She slid the laptop off her hands and onto Arya's lap.

"HOLY SHITBALLS how is he real." She squealed in delight.

Sansa, had noticed how quiet Arya was being and stopped the little dance she was doing.

The mood shifted instantly just like that and Sansa sat herself down beside Arya on her bed.

They were silent for a while, until Sansa grabbed her right hand and squeezed it tight.

"What's wrong?" She asked as softly as she could.

"I'm not hot." She confessed wearily.

Without a moment's pause, Sansa whispered softly into her ear.

"You know what Arya? I don't compliment you enough but dangit you're as hot as a freshly baked pepperoni pizza."

Arya burst out laughing before Sansa did and they were soon lying on their backs on Arya's bed in a fit of laughter.

"You're beautiful, Arya. I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that." She addressed, pushing a lock of Arya's hair behind her ear.

"I don't know. Not everyone had the great pleasure to be kissed by gods like you and Gendry. I was kissed by their pet dog, more like." She grumbled.

"Look harder into the mirror. Or get a better one. And trust me, if I was kissed by Gods, I'd look like Beyonce, but sadly, I'm not Beyonce." Sansa sighed, pecked a kiss to her forehead and left Arya in her room.

Time to face the music.

She refreshed her dash again, and found another message in her inbox.

/Maybe I shouldn't have used that Doctor Who quote. Did I freak you out? X

She replied instantly,

/No…I was just…really shocked. You didn't freak me out. You did what everyone else has failed to do, Sir Gendry I s2g.

His reply came in a matter of seconds.

/Hmmm…I'm curious now…skype? X

"What did I do?" He asked, grinning that beautiful sexy grin of his.

UNF.

"Well, for starters, I was speechless. So congrats because no one has ever had that effect on me. You win, 10/10, here's a cookie, get the trophy on your way out." She teased, ignoring the way he was studying her as she said this, and the blush that was starting to creep up her neck.

"Third time." He chuckled.

No don't do that I'll fall in love with you JFC

"Third time what?" Her voice wavered and she had squeaked out the "what."

FCUK.

He laughed and she could see he was enjoying this.

"Hey!" She slammed her keyboard with her hands, smiling at this goofy gorgeous idiot.

"Sorry! It's just that…well; you've blushed like three times since we've been conversing – YOU'RE DOING IT NOW FOR FUCK'S SAKE." He chuckled.

Oh wow, her ovaries just exploded.

"I'm…I'm not! It's…I...Okay fine, I'm blushing. Sheesh. Sharp eye you got there, Gendry." She teased.

"Is it because of me?" He asked cheekily although there was a slight hint of shyness (and hope?), somewhere behind that small smile he was wearing on his beautiful face.

"Errr…I don't know. Might be because John Lennon's staring straight at me." She replied coyly, pointing somewhere over his finely built shoulder.

WHY AM I flIRTING WHAT HOw AM I DOING THIS

"Oh. Dammit Lennon." He groaned.

WELL FUCK ME OVER AND TWICE IN THE HAY

"C'mon Arya, we're all friends here. Tell me or I'll flood your inbox with extremely detailed guy-on-guy smut." He threatened.

"Hah. I actually really enjoy a good guy-on-guy smut every now and then. So bring it!" She challenged, raising a brow.

"Interesting." He merely replied.

"What's interesting?" She inquired.

It was like he was noting things down about her. Studying her expression and gathering things about her as if there was a file labeled 'Arya', in that beautifully handcrafted by the Gods noggin of his.

"Nothing. It's just…you're pretty interesting, Arya." He confessed with a cute dopey smile and a twinkle in his insanely electric blue eyes.

JFC YOUR EYEs

His hand reached to the back of his head, ruffling up his gorgeous hair and she could've drooled if he wasn't staring straight into her eyes. She bit her lip subconsciously as she registered what he was doing.

Damn she loved it when guys did that.

"I can't wait for Tuesday." She blurted.

Gendry laughed, showing his pearly whites, and damn damn damn did she want to kiss him so badly right now.

"Me too, actually. I kind of want to hear that accent in real life."

Lol what

"WHAT. I don't have an accent, stupid." She replied, incredulous.

"Uh…yeah you do. Do you want me to record it and play it to you?" He replied.

"No thanks, but I've had enough of my voice." She confessed.

"I haven't." He replied, grinning shyly.

HNNNGH.

Her stomach did a somersault and she worried she could pass out by his mere existence.

"So… I guess this means we're friends then?" She inquired, trying her absolute best to sound like her insides weren't tingling.

"Hmmm, two days of chatting on Skype and we're already friends. Could we be best friends tomorrow?' He teased.

"Only if you send me pizza and call me hot everyday." She replied.

Gendry's cheeks flushed a deep red.

Please...Please come her and let me kiss you all over you fucking idiot.

"Uhh…about that, I guess I shouldn't have said that, right? I mean, I guess you probably have a boyfriend or something." He muttered, not meeting her eyes at all while he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, as he continued to blush.

J. F.C.

I swear I just died.

AM I DEAD

IS THIS HEAVEn (Psht like I'm ever going to heaven, yo lucifer where you at?)

No, fuck you, focus Arya.

"I've never had a boyfriend." She laughed, deliriously.

"Really? Well, I don't believe that one bit." He smiled.

"Yes, really. The closest thing I have to a boyfriend is…you know what I have nothing close to that even." She faked a sob.

"Oh come on, you're saying no guy has ever paid attention to you?" He asked, incredulous.

"Uh, yeah…well…there was this one guy, but he wasn't exactly my type." She admitted.

"Aha! So you have a type?" He asked, grinning that sexy, goofy grin that made her want to nip at his lips.

"Maybe." She teased.

"Okay then don't tell me. You won't get your pizza." He replied.

"Oi!" She laughed.

"Your choice. Pizza or no pizza?" He challenged.

"UGH FINE. Yeah, I have a type. But that information is disclosed to people I can actually meet up with. So if you want to know, you'll have to wait until we actually meet up." She replied with a grin.

He groaned.

Hold me...
JFC THAT GROAN ALONE COULD MELT THE GLACIERS INTO WATER THAT GROAN ALONE COULD BRING BACK SIRIUS BLACK FROM THE GRAVE (Sirius come back bby i miss you) THAT GROAN ALONE COULD MAKE HER SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES.

"Okay then. You get your pizza. Plus you're gonna have to give me an address for that pizza. And I hope you have some great places in mind because I really want to see my money's worth of the North." He added.

(Of course she knew they were talking about a metaphorical pizza here like as if he would send her a fuckin' pizza from the South.)

"Hmm, I'm not giving you my address just yet, Sir Gendry, but i'll tell you what, just have it sent to Ms. Arya Stark, because trust me...there isn't a pizza company in this country that has not served me. And don't worry about that, I got great places in mind." She had winked at him and she didn't know where or how or why she did the thing, but she did the thing and she liked what the thing did to him.

The tip of his ears turned slightly red, and Gendry, oh Gendry did he grin that beautiful shy grin of his.

"It…uh it…better be, or…or you owe me a pizza."

I'll ask again. Come here and let me kiss you, you fucking idiot.

There was silence for a while until he cleared his throat.

"You're so easy to talk to. It's insane." He added moments later, as he shook his head and chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says." She laughed.

"Everyone is right. I like that." He smiled at her. It was that same smile he had in that photo of him she liked. The one that made her so sexually frustrated she wanted to die.

Ugh NO FUCK YOU YOU hANDSOME SEX God I WANT TO KISS YOU AND NIP THAT SMILE RIGHT OFF YOUR fuckin chiseled FACE AND I WANT TO THREad youR haiR and I wanT TO smell you and UGH fuck fuck fuck

Arya was dying inside.
He was the 6'2 slightly tousled guy she had been looking for.

She must have had a weird expression on her face as Gendry had cleared his throat and said,"So, I guess there's nothing much to talk about, I mean I wanted to tell you about-"

It was the sound of faint knocking and a door swinging open that had cut him off mid-sentence.

She could see someone had entered through the door, behind him and Arya saw a tall girl with short, black hair like his, slip into his room.

?/

"Gen, dad's askin' - Oh thank god- what you're doing cooped up in your room all morning." She had sat herself on the foot of Gendry's bed, and thankfully, she had not seen that he was live chatting with someone from the internet or it would've been awkward.

Gendry mouthed, a "sorry" before tilting his screen down so she was looking onto his keyboard.

Oh Gendry's keyboard, what's it like to have his fingers dance all over you?

"I'm busy, Mya. What does he want anyway?" He asked irritated, as his voice grew distant.

"I don't know. He said something about taking the Lannister kids to soccer practice." She replied.

"Why me?" HE groaned.

Okay he seriously needs to stop doing that.

"Because you said you would!" She replied, clearly frustrated.

"When the fuck did I say that?" He asked, confused.

"Yesterday…I popped into your room at around midnight! You were on your laptop…I asked you if you would and you said 'yeah okay'. "She had mimicked his deep voice that sounded nothing like him at all, and Arya had to stifle her laugh.

"Oh. Oh right. My bad, sorry." He replied after a few seconds of what Arya figured to be him trying to recall.

"Seriously what were you doing last night? You've been all cooped up in your room like some hermit. What did you have free access to a new network of porn?" She teased, and chuckled.

"Shut up, Mya." He huffed.

"Oh so it was porn?" She giggled.

"Mya I swear to gods, if you don't get out right now I will tell dad what you did to Cersei's dress." He threatened.

"Don't you dare! She gasped.

"Yeah. So please, leave." He pleaded.

"Fine, but you're to be down in five minutes or I swear to God I will search your Internet history, print it out and paste it around your school."' She threatened.

"Yeah I will." He replied nonchalantly.

He was back on her screen and Arya felt horrible for eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Sorry about that." He apologized, looking as if he just had a heavy weight weighing him down.

"You okay? You look tense." She asked, concerned.

"Yeah, no I'm swell. Hey, so I have to go send my step-brothers to soccer practice, I'll talk to you again sometime soon?" He replied wearily.

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you again, Sir Gendry." She bade him goodbye, smiling until it reached her eyes.

He didn't say anything, but he was just staring at her straight in the god damn eyes.

Her stomach contracted and relaxed and contracted and relaxed and JFC SHE WANTED OT PUKE RAINBOWS

"Yeah, see you." He grinned after he snapped out of it.

Her screen turned black and Arya was back into her boring life again.

But still.

Gendry had found her "hot", interesting and easy to talk to.

And Arya was too happy to care for anything at all. And all she wanted was to lie in bed all day and talk to Gendry some more.

But she didn't want to seem like an annoying, stalker who had inappropriate thoughts about someone she hadn't even met IRL.

They never talked again that day, and he wasn't on tumblr either, so she guessed he was going about his life.

The rest of the day rolled by pretty quickly and Arya, decided to look up the Doctor Who quote since she didn't really get it. (And besides, she hadn't gotten to that episode yet.)

Hey, I'm a Supernatural girl...

So apparently, this girl, Sally Sparrow had met a good-looking Detective named Billy Shipton, and he had said exactly those words to her when she had asked him why he wanted to go out with her.

"Because life is short and you are hot."

Fanboy.

Score.

That night, there was a light knock on her door, and at her permission, her mother came in carrying a box of pizza.

No. HE. DID. NOT . FUCKING. GOT. ME. PIZZA

"You got a delivery that was already paid for, by someone called Billy Shipton. Is he a friend?" She settled the piping hot pizza box on Arya's study desk, and inquired.

Arya was grinning the most goofiest, widest grin her mother had ever seen.

"Best friend."


AN

To clear some things up, when I say lucifer, you guys know I'm referring to Mark Pelligrino right? Yeah, so I fit a lot of tumblr into this one, so enjoy! Reviews would make me literally roll all over the floor! So, the next chapter would be Arya and Gendry's meet up, so be prepared for more of Arya's inner monologues..