Haven – Volume 2 (or when can I feed my Mogwai?)
August 20, 1999
The Blind Girl
She didn't mean to arrive home that late. It was the last week before Gendry would have to leave for school and they both had summer jobs. She a part time waitress at the Brown Bowl and Gendry full time at Mott's until he left. She didn't mind the Brown Bowl but doubted it would survive another low grade from the health inspector. With them both working and Gendry getting ready for leaving for college they had not had a night to themselves in a while and time was running out. So on that Friday they went out to dinner, had a nice walk, and cuddled while watching Young Frankenstein.
We may have done other things too and really it's all Gendry's fault. He did that thing where he puts my legs on his shoulders. He should know that I would need a nap after that.
Arya's eyes opened slowly as she lay in Gendry's arms. They had dressed after their activities, but had fallen back into bed enjoy some PCCs, or Post Coital Cuddles, until Arya had to return home. The room was dark and she knew instantly that there a problem. She shook Gendry a bit to wake him as she got out the bed to look at the clock. It was two in the morning and she was out well past curfew.
"What time is it?" He asked, raising out of bed and rubbing his eyes.
"It's two in the morning. I am so fucked." She sighed, looking around for the bag she brought with knowing that she had to rush.
"No, you were fucked. You will be okay." Gendry said giving her a quick embrace as he got out of bed. He walked over to the table and grabbed his wallet and keys. "I'll give you a ride home," and he opened the door adding in a hushed voice, "we should be quiet because my mom must have got home late and didn't know you were here."
Arya grabbed the bag off the ground and nodded in agreement. They made their way down the stairs in the dark. Arya traced her fingers along the wall and followed the tall boy. This was not the first time they had walked down these stairs in the dark so she knew it was twelve steps down the stairs and then fifteen steps to the front door. She didn't need to, but she wrapped her arms around Gendry once they reached the bottom, and she felt him rub her hand as they reached the door.
The night was humid from the thunderstorms that had rolled through during the evening. She remembered walking along the lake after dinner and enjoyed looking at the storm passing over the water. She loved the way the dark clouds reflected on the tranquil water as the temperatures began to drop before the rain. They had to run back to the car and were caught in a bit of rain getting home. It was fun and worth it because it gave them a legitimate excuse to take off their clothes to let them dry while they enjoyed the movie.
In Gendry's car it dawned on Arya this might be on the last times she would be in the car for a while. He cleaned it earlier in the day in preparation of driving it to Madison and placed a small cinnamon scented tree on the rear view mirror that penetrated the entire car with a powerful aroma.
It's going to get harder and harder to see each other.
She worked dinner to close tomorrow and Gendry worked open until five, leaving no time for them. They would try on Sunday to get together but her mother had an annoying habit of finding things that Arya should be doing with her free time. Looking into scholarships, volunteering to pad her college application, and spending time with her extended family all continued to come between her spending time with Gendry.
"I work until close tomorrow, I mean tonight, but I think I can stop by and see you for a bit after," she said biting her bottom lip.
Gendry looked over and smiled, "that sounds good to me."
He was being lit perfectly by the moonlight and she couldn't help herself. She unbuckled the seat belt, moved to his neck, and began to pelt him little kisses.
"C'mon Arya, we have to get you home," he said moving his arm to her hip sending mixed signals. "And, besides, car sex? You think that will really be that comfortable?"
"No..." she groaned and sat back in her seat. She looked out the window and decided to speak her mind. "I am really going to miss you, you know that right."
"Yeah, I know," he said, turning on to her street.
"I know I call you stupid, and a fucking moron a lot, but it usually means that I love you," she said trying not to tear up.
You fucking suck Arya. He isn't even gone yet.
He pulled up to her house and knew she didn't want to get out of the car. "You need to go, if you aren't in trouble already you will be soon, and you don't want to push your luck," he said brushing her hair out of her face. She smiled back and gave him a quick kiss and got out of the car. She peered into the window and gave him a smile and quick loving hand gesture. He responded in kind as she walked towards the house.
She reached the door and took out her house keys. Her house key had a gray rubber top that distinguished it from the key she had gotten to Gendry's house from Willow and key to the shed in the back yard. She slid it into the door and turned the lock open. She opened the door and she was blind in the dark. She knew the room but placed her hands in front of her to find her way. She knew she had to go to right until she passed the kitchen. Then down the hall way up to her room. Her room was first down the hall which was good. Like a cat, without the heighten agility or night vision, she began her trek. Realizing she was forgetting something she took her shoes off quietly by the door where the Starks left their footwear. She used the wall to guide her towards the kitchen. With her right hand on the wall her left hand searched for the table with the lamp. Walking further she felt her finger's graze the top of the lamp shade.
I am fucking Solid Snake.
Walking by the kitchen she heard movement and looked in the direction of the noise. The refrigerator door opened and she could tell it was Sansa standing in front of the open refrigerator. Arya couldn't help herself at the moment and coughed out of nervousness. Sansa turned towards her.
Flippin' exclamation point over my head. Should have hid in a box.
Sansa was dressed in a sleeveless nightgown that was red with gold trim. Her eyes squinted in the darkness to see the figure who coughed. "Who is there? I'll call the police! I know the number!" she said in bad threat.
You know the number? God you are the least threatening person ever.
"Shut up," Arya hissed moving closer to her sister.
"Oh, it's you," Sansa said turning back to the refrigerator to pull out the jug of lemonade Arya assumed she wanted on this warm night. "Where have you been this evening?" She asked and Arya knew it was a veiled threat.
"Oh, I was out raising money for the united sisterhood of none of your fucking business," Arya coarsely countered, walking towards the cabinet to grab two glasses for them to use. Sansa, using a look she inherited from her mother, narrowed her eyes and shook her head at her younger sister's use of profanity.
Arya walked over to the oven and turned on a small light that was part of the exhaust fan. She returned to Sansa and placed the two glasses on the counter in front of Sansa and motioned for her to pour to glasses. She took the lemonade out of the refrigerator and poured two glasses. Picking up hers Arya raised it in silent toast and took a drink. Sansa continued to look at her sister with a puzzled look.
"Why aren't you begging for mercy?" she asked wanting to know why Arya was so nonchalant in the current situation.
"Well, there is nothing I can do," Arya began wiping her mouth after taking sip of lemonade. "You can taddle on me and I'll get grounded. I'll miss out on Gendry's last week in town and be forced to spend that time deciding how to make your life miserable."
And I am way past putting dog shit in your underwear drawer. If you screw me and make me miss out on Gendry time I am going to hatch a plan to get you crabs.
Sansa appeared to think on this for a moment but her thoughts were interpreted when a bright light from the stairwell shined into the room. They could both hear the footsteps of her mother walking down the stairs. Arya looked her sister in the eye and reached for her hand. "I feel asleep in my clothes once I got home, I came down here for some lemonade and ran into to you." Sansa gave a look that Arya could not decipher and they could sense the presence of their mother entering the room.
Please don't fuck me over Sansa...
Cat stood at the entrance to the kitchen in a similar nightgown to Sansa's, but her's was red with blue trim.
Did they buy them together? Why didn't they invite me? I mean, I'd never go, but they didn't even give me the chance to turn them down.
"Girls," she began walking closer to her daughters, "what's going on?" Her gaze was turned to Sansa and she could not make eye contact with her mother.
Fuck me.
Arya knew she had to take as much control as possible. "I just got up for some lemonade and Sansa was down here too." Feeling the need to explain why she was in jean shorts and a Green Day tee she added, "when I got home I was tired I went to bed in my clothes." Cat looked at her daughter with suspicion, on top of a familiar gaze of disappointment, and Arya fully appreciated what she said.
Yeah mom, I came home from my boyfriend's and I was soooo tired, not at all from fucking, and passed out in my clothes. I need to get better at lying.
Cat turned back to Sansa looking for more information. Sansa meekly looked up at Cat and said, "Yeah, I saw Arya down here getting some lemonade, we were just about to go back upstairs," she sputtered out under her mother's unyielding eyes. Arya could tell her mother didn't believe the story but didn't have any reason to doubt Sansa.
"Well then, you two should get back to sleep soon, Aunt Lysa is coming over early tomorrow and I was hoping we could all go to church together." She looked at Arya as she spoke.
Of course, why wouldn't I want to wake up early to go to a place I disagree with, with a lady that doesn't like me, and smells like cat pee.
As Cat walked back up the stairs she turned out the light and the sisters were left alone again. Arya thought for a moment and was able to force out the statement she knew she had to. "Thanks," she said again reaching out and patting her sister on the hand.
Sansa gave a very weak smile, "well, that's what sisters are for," she said picking up the lemonade and turning out the light.
"Really?" Arya asked cocking an unconvinced eyebrow.
"I'd like to think so," she responded as they made their way to their rooms.
November 4, 2000
The girl who dated the man with the scorpion face tattoo
I hate men. I hate them so much. They all think about the same thing all the time. It doesn't matter if it is in a hot tub or surrounded around hundreds of candles it is always about...that. Maybe I'll become a cat lady like Aunt Lysa. She seems happy and I could deal with the smell.
The night had already grown dark, and Sansa Stark knew that it was filled with terror, or at least that is what her mother told her. Before sending her eldest daughter to school she had given Sansa multiple conversations about how to be safe and responsible when she was on her own. She was told to always bring a friend to parties, not to talk to strangers by yourself, and to keep personal details like what dorm she stayed at to herself
I only broke most of those rules the night I met Sandor and I am only breaking most of those rules when I break up with him. I probably won't get raped walking home...I hope I won't get raped...mom would be so disappointed in me if I get raped.
Sandor's apartment was luckily walking distance from campus but she didn't plan on walking at all tonight. She planned on staying the night at Sandor's to avoid being around her roommate and her boyfriend. Her roommate wasn't bad per say, but they certainly had some differences, and they been rubbing each other the wrong way as of late.
It's eleven at night though and I don't have anywhere else to go. I don't want to deal with anyone else tonight, I just want to go back to the room, listen to some Alanis Morissette, and go to bed. Hopefully Arya and Gendry will let me do that without any of their nonsense.
Sansa and Arya had not planned on being roommates, but at their mother's suggestion, they thought about it. After about thirty seconds Arya said no and after a day of thought Sansa told her mother she wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a room with Arya. This put Cat in an interesting situation as both of her children where over eighteen and they could not be forced into this.
I can still remember the look she gave. She was astounded that I said no to her. She really didn't except that. And I really didn't want to say no to her but living with Arya is like living with a feral cat. But, in the end, I did agree to live with the feral cat. Maybe, I'm already like aunt Lysa...
What control their mother still had was with money. She threatened to not give them any money when they went away for school. Arya still didn't care, she thought she could take care of herself, and wanted to be free of her mother's control. Sansa knew that her mother's bluff would not carry through. The four boxes of Ramen noddles, three economy tubes of Clorox wipes, two brand new bean bag chairs, and the one hundred dollar gift card to the local K-Mart from her first semester gave Sansa the courage that her mother would not cut her off. Her father thought a carrot opposed to the stick was a answer and proposed five hundred dollars a semester if they lived together.
I do have to thank Arya, she did get that bumped up to six hundred.
After the agreement was struck Arya pulled Sansa aside for a moment. "I want to make a deal with you. You get three hundred a semester from me and Gendry has full access to our room. He can come and go as he pleases and can stay over whenever." She looked at her sister with weary eyes, not trusting the boy and girl in bed together with her in the room. "And, we promise not to have sex while you are in the room. That's just weird."
And she also gave me another idea.
"Six hundred and he has full access," she countered with a sly grin.
"Four-fifty and you can't complain too much," Arya put her hand out to shake on the deal. Sansa did the same and so her fate was sealed.
She approached the large red building that was called Andal Hall but was usually referred to has the 'Red Keep' because of its large red brick exterior. A cold wind whipped on her back sending a chill up her shoulder and down to her toes. Pulling her keys from the lanyard around her neck she took the card shaped Saflock and slide into into the electronic reader. Much like an annoying hotel room door it did not take on the first attempt.
C'mon, it's freezing out here. I forgot my hat and gloves at Sandor's and I don't think I ever want to get them back at this point.
On the third attempt she entered the lobby. It was some kind of mix between an apartment building lobby and a kindergarten class room. There were signs reminding people that smoking was not allowed in the building, an entire wall of mailboxes for each dorm room, and a multicolored sign made of construction paper reminding people of the corn roast next Saturday. On the left there was a couch and a recliner no one sat on and across the way the front desk of the building. A twenty-something would man the desk until two in the morning answering any questions and making sure visitors signed in to the hall. This was meant to keep strangers out and everyone safe.
Or I they could walk pass briskly thus negating the entire purpose of the front desk.
Sansa ascended the stairs to third floor. When she and Arya requested each other as roommates during the summer she was told they could not remain on the first floor. This bothered Sansa as she didn't want to walk up stairs every day, but Arya insisted they stay in the same dorm as Gendry was in. When Arya stated she would back out of the deal entirely, thus leaving Sansa out twenty one hundred dollars a school year, and given a random roommate that might be worse than Arya, she relented.
There is no way I would have been given a worse roommate. I have to walk up stairs to live with Arya. It's like torture. What was I thinking? You were thinking that hopefully they would spend all their time somewhere else...
The stairwell came up to the third floor in the middle and Sansa walked passed rooms until she arrived room 330 that sat at the end of a far hallway. It reminded Sansa a bit of the hallway in some movie she saw once but couldn't remember.
There were twin girls...I think they were ghosts or something...Arya watches such weird movies.
Each floor had two Residence Advisers, or RAs, that were paid staff members and were basically babysitters. As a part of their job to make the new residents feel at home each door was decorated with small name tags to fit the theme of the floor. Jeyne, the RA in charge of the half of the floor that room 330 was on, decided the theme for the girls on her floor that semester would 'Getting to School with Style!' Each name tag was a carefully crafted decoration that was related to fashion. Sansa had a tube of pink lipstick and Arya had a large red high heel. When Arya took hers down on the first day she was told by Jenye she was required to have a name tag. So Sansa took out her key in front of a lovely golden case of pink lipstick and a index card that said Arya. She placed her ear against the door and heard the TV and Arya giggling.
That doesn't sound like they are up to no good but you never know with them.
Sansa entered the room and heard the TV underneath her sister's lofted bed. The room was cut down the middle of the room for each sister but some shared items were kept on certain sides. Sansa had her bed, that she did not want loft, neatly made with fresh sheets as Saturday was laundry day.
And no Arya, I don't do laundry on Saturday because mom does it on Saturday, I do it every Saturday because I like to...
The room was painted an undaunting, boring white and you see the outline of bricks on the wall. Her closet was next to the door and was close to her bed. Next to Sansa's bed was her desk and the plastic chair paired with each desk. Nearing the wall was her dresser that sat flush against the wall and next to that the refrigerator and microwave stacked upon each that the two girls shared.
That we share but I always seem to clean.
Arya and Gendry rested underneath Arya's lofted bed. There the TV sat on a stand along with a small couch Arya had picked up at a rummage sale over the summer. The TV faced the couch directly and Sansa had to have help positioning it towards her bed on Thursday when ER was on. Beyond the loft sat Arya's desk, littered with papers and books, and a similar gray chair. Arya did not like the ladder that came with the loft and instead kept it in her closet with her dresser. To get to her bed every night she would clear enough space on her desk for her to step on, use the chair to get on to the desk, and then hop into the bed from the desk.
And more than usual Gendry follows her up there. How do they fit together? It's a single bed, on the highest loft setting. They are trapped in a space about six feet long, three feet wide, and two feet from the ceiling. How is that comfy? And actually, how do they...do that up there?
The laughter stopped the moment Sansa entered the room. The movie continued to play. In the background on the TV she could see a pale man getting up from restaurant booth while an African-American man held a gun at him. In the foreground both Arya and Gendry twisted around to see her. Gendry had a confused look on his face while Arya's was more annoyed to see her sister.
"Close the door!" Arya hissed out as she checked behind Sansa to make sure no one else was there. Without thinking Sansa complied not knowing why an open door would be a problem.
Sansa entered the room more fully and noticed they were both dressed in what she assumed were their pajamas. Gendry in blue sweats and a black shirt and Arya in black sweats and a large red hoodie.
Does she ever take that off? I mean really.
On the TV the armed African-American was joined by a white man and they exited the restaurant as the credits began.
Ohh! That's John Travolta! I should totally watch Grease again.
Ayra got off the couch gingerly and turned off the DVD/VCR they had on the TV stand. On the floor in front of them sat a platter of brownies that Sansa assumed were in their mother's care-package from the other day. It looked like there were a dozen or so and about half of them were gone. In the cramped space Arya moved like an old woman putting the DVD back into its box before flopping back onto the couch and grimacing a bit. "So, not staying the night at Sandy's?" Arya asked shooting her sister a look and giggled a bit at the word sandy.
"No, I am not staying at Sandor's tonight," she said removing her shoes and jacket ignoring the annoying nickname Arya had picked out for her former boyfriend.
"Ah, did he make the princess angry?" Arya taunted again, still giggling as the words came out her mouth.
"That is none of your business," Sansa curtly replied trying to hold back the anger she felt at Sandor and the growing irritation Arya was producing.
"Leave her alone, she probably had a hard night," Gendry said, coming to Sansa's defense.
He's so polite and kind. What does he see in Arya? I don't believe he actually stuck with her over that year apart.
"Okay, fine," Arya said sounding upset with Gendry as she pressed her back to him and he wrapped his arm around her.
"I am just going to listen to some music and do some studying," Sansa said moving to her desk to get her CD player. Since neither girl could stand the others music they had a headphones only policy in the room. She put Jagged Little Pill in her CD player, agreed with Alanis that it was indeed very ironic, and pulled out her copy of A Clockwork Orange that was assigned in modern literature and began to read. She had not gotten very far into the book so far but it didn't help her mood towards men she found. In background she could her Arya and Gendry talk to each other.
"Pumpkin," Arya spoke to break the silence.
"Yes, Honey bunny?" He chortled back.
Pumpkin? Honey bunny?
"Something has been bothering me a long time," she began.
"And what is that?" The boy replied.
"Well, it's about Gremlins. The rules about for them make no sense."
"Mogwai."
"What?"
"The rules you are referring to are about Mogwai I assume. A Mogwai becomes a Gremlin."
Arya paused for a moment and laughed. "Fuck, you are such a nerd. How do you ever get laid?"
"You are asking me that question? You are the best person to ask why I have sex."
"Some of us are trying to read," Sansa said in an angry tone adding as much derision as possible.
"Well some of us are trying to have conversations," Arya shot back. Sansa was tempted to turn the music up but didn't. Hearing them speak actually seemed to relax her although she had no idea what they were talking about.
"Okay," Arya began again, "I have a problem with the rules about Mogwai. The first two are simple, don't get them wet and don't put them in sunlight. But, the third rule is don't feed them after midnight." Arya paused waiting to hear Gendry's response.
That is my sister.
"Go on," Gendry said.
"So, when is Midnight? Does it depend where you are? Does it depend on the time zone you are in? Does daylight saving time come into this situation?"
Gendry laughed, "you have a valid point."
"No, that isn't even the worst of it," Arya's voice began to raise with excitement at this topic.
Maybe she was adopted and my parents never had the heart to tell her.
"So, okay, you can't feed your Mogwai after midnight, but when can you feed it? When does midnight end?" She exclaimed with great importance. Gendry moaned in agreement. "When can I feed my Mogwai? Can I feed my Mogwai after the sun comes up? Does that mean it is harder to feed your Mogwai during the winter when there is less sunlight? What if you are traveling go through multiple time zones? There are a lot of logic holes here!" She ended in a slight bellow.
Sansa pivoted around to see her sister. "What are you two talking about?" Sansa spat out in annoyance of their volume and the fun they were having.
With delicacy Arya sat back on to the couch and winced as her bottom hit the seat. "We are talking about a movie, a movie of great importance," she said raising her finger up to the ceiling. Sansa shook her head and returned to the book she wasn't reading.
"You have a point though. Those rules, and the third rule in particular, are not very clear. I mean, if they can't get wet can they drink water? Or anything? How can you bathe them? Do you give them dust baths like Hot Pie gives to his chinchilla?"
Sansa's head began to spin at the nonsense and she decided she needed to get more comfortable. She knew she could walk in the alcove by her closet and change into Pajamas. She would be out of sight and Gendry wouldn't look if she made it obvious she was going to change. She had a long night though so she decided a different route. "Gendry," she took off her headphones, "I want to get in my PJs and I don't want to go to the bathroom. Would you mind?" She tried to get the puppy dog face that her father said she did to him when she wanted something.
Arya was totally immune and looked to say something before Gendry cut in. "Oh okay, I have to go to the bathroom anyway," he said getting up from the couch favoring his right side a bit.
Arya blinked a few times and then bit her lip, "Pumpkin, since you are getting up already would you mind stopping by the vending machine downstairs and get me a Milky Way?" She stared at him for a moment trying to give Gendry a similar look Sansa did.
Why give him that look? I have never heard him say no to you. He'd go to Narnia to get you a Milky Way if you asked him.
"Of course, Honey bunny," he replied with a snort. Arya giggled as he left the room.
"What is with the nicknames?" Sansa asked raising from her chair to change. She knew Gendry would be back, and she wouldn't feel comfortable in a nightgown, so she decided on Pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She walked over to her dresser and in her Pajama drawer was a yellow and black shirt with the black text "The Hounds." It was a shirt that Sansa bought at one of Sandor's 'gigs' and decided it was not appropriate tonight. Instead she got her class of '99 shirt out. She turned her back to Arya as she removed her clothes.
"One, the nicknames are from Pulp Fiction, which we just finished. And two, we have been in locker rooms together, I'm your sister, I can your see your tits and be okay." She said snorting at her sister's modesty.
"Don't say that word, it's rude," was Sansa's response, finishing changing her clothes. She looked down to her sister who sat awkwardly on the couch, with her left side supporting more of the weight. Arya snorted at her sister and picked up another brownie from the tray and jammed into her mouth.
"I thought you asked Gendry to get you a Milky Way?" Sand asked.
Arya thought for a moment and then began to laugh. The chocolate still hung to her teeth and her mouth. "Oh yeah, I did," she said placing the half eaten brownie back down with the others. Sansa rolled her eyes at her sister's lack of manners.
She didn't even offer me one.
"So," Arya began at least having the decency to wipe off her mouth with her hoodie sleeve, "what happened with you and Sandy? You seemed really jazzed to stay at his apartment tonight. I thought I would see you a little more relaxed and smelling like that terrible incense he uses."
"What happened is none of you business. And I like the way that incense smells," she said looking away from her sister in indignation.
"Totally, whatever you and Scorpion-Face do in his house that smells like a hobo's ass is totally private. It is always good to trust twenty-seven year old people with venomous creatures on their face."
I prefer Sandy to Scorpion Face. You shouldn't define a decent man by the tattoo he chooses to place on his face. Even if he is not as decent man as it turns out.
"Stop talking about Sandor. I've have a long night and don't need to deal with you." Sansa said in anger.
Forget manners, I am going to eat one of your brownies.
Sansa moved quickly to the ground and picked up two brownies from the tray. She could see a change in Arya's face as she reached for them but did not care. It didn't matter that she was eating her sister's food or that she didn't ask. She had a long day and needed a little comfort. She took the first brownie, the biggest of the batch she noticed, moving it towards her mouth, and took a large bite of it. Normally Sansa would stop to properly chew and swallow, maybe even get a napkin, but now was not the time. Arya's expression was still filled with shock and amusement watching her sister eat the brownie. Sansa then stuffed the rest of the brownie in her mouth and returned to her chair. There was a silence as Sansa chewed on the brownie. Arya continued to stare with an intent gaze.
This brownie tastes a bit funny. Not bad but different. Maybe mom didn't make them.
Gendry walked back into the room as Sansa began to work on the second brownie. His calm face broke as his widened eyes caught sight of Sansa devouring the brownie. "Arya, what's your sister eating?" he said handing the girl a candy bar.
"Um, I believe that isn't my name tonight," she responded with a smirk and greedily took the chocolate bar from him.
"I am sorry Gendry," Sansa began trying to finish the brownie and apologize at the same time. "I thought they were from my Mom, but they taste a bit different. So I am sorry if they were yours. Anyways, Arya had half of another one too." She unnecessarily added to deflect some attention to her sister.
"Ary – Honey bunny, you had another half of one and let your sister eat one without telling her whose they were?"
"Nope," Arya said with a growing grin, holding back what Sansa assumed was an avalanche of laughter at something. "I ate half of one of the smaller ones. Sansa had that one," Arya lazily pointed up to the brownie Sansa was finishing, "and the big one."
What's so funny? Do I have chocolate on my face? Why is it funny that I ate two brownies?
Realizing the door was still open Gendry moved quickly to it, closed it, and locked it behind him. "Honey bunny," Gendry started in a stern voice that sounded like it was hard for him to force, "don't you think you should have stopped your sister from having those brownies? And maybe you shouldn't have anymore since you already had four and I told you that was probably more than enough." He crossed his arms and tried to stare fear into Arya. She looked timid for a amount until it was to much and she burst out laughing. Her body gyrated as she cackled, her fist hit couch as she hooted, and she was so happy when she bounced a little bit she seemed to float for a moment until she landed back on her bottom and frowned a bit in pain. "Arya, shut up," Gendry said quickly trying to keep a stern voice but began to giggle as well. "You need to keep it down," he said putting his finger against his face.
Okay something is up. His finger is going a bit into his nose and he doesn't seem to notice.
Arya continued to laugh and Gendry joined them as Sansa looked on with a curious eyes until there was a thunderous knock on the door. "Fuck, I told you!" Gendry uttered under his own growing Laughter.
Feeling she was the only one that could take care of the situation Sansa rose saying, "Oh, I will get it," shaking her head in disappointment. Gendry slid back underneath Arya's lofted bed and sat next to her, patting her on the leg in an attempt to silence both of them. Opening the door Sansa saw her friend and RA Jeyne.
"Hi Jeyne," Sansa said leaning against the door trying to block Jayne's view of Arya's said of the room, "What's up?" she finished as nonchalant as possible.
"Sansa, you know that quiet hours on weekends are ten thirty to eight. Please keep it down." Jayne poked her head around the red head's body to peer into room. Arya was still holding back her giggling and Sansa could still hear Gendry trying to silence her.
"Okay, Jayne, we'll keep it down," Sansa said nodding her head in agreement with the RA and began to close the door. She could feel Jayne's eye continue to burn into the room as the door closed behind her.
Okay, what is going on, are they on...wait...
Trying to summon the presence of her mother, Sansa marched in front of the pair. They turned their heads to her and she could tell Arya was once again on the verge of another laughing jag. "What is going on?" she asked moving her eyes back and forth between the two trying produce an answer out of them.
"Sansa," Gendry began holding back some leftover laughter, "we didn't expect you to come back tonight, so after dinner I went to a friend who, gave us some stuff, and thought we would enjoy ourselves this evening."
"So," Sansa trying to add as much disgust in her voice, "you took drugs or got drunk, or something?"
"Yeah, we had some pot," Gendry moaned, in slight shame. "But, the thing is, you did too."
"What?" Sansa said raising her voice. "I did not!"
"Shh!" Arya said raising her finger above her face like Gendry did earlier, "you have to be quiet," she said in a giggle.
"It will be okay Sansa, we didn't smoke pot, we ate it." Gendry said standing up to more properly face her. It was only then that she fully noticed that earlier that day he must have shaved the goatee he was trying to grow and how blue his eyes were.
You can eat pot? I Thought you had to smoke it. I am pretty you don't snort it.
"Wait you can eat it?" Sansa said in confusion. "So you ate something and got high?" she finished the thought. "What did you eat?" A large smile crawled against Arya's face as she pointed her finger at the plate of brownies on the floor in front of them and Sansa's eye grew in horror.
Oh my god! I took drugs! I am high right now! I am an addict now! My sister drugged me! What if Jeyne comes back and writes up and we get kicked out of college! What if the cops find out and I get arrested! What if MOM finds out!
Sansa slowly shuffled backwards towards her chair with her arm reaching behind her to find the seat. She began to stare out the window at the cold black night and panic continued to fill her. Gendry was talking but she couldn't really hear him as night began to take her. She could hear Arya get up from the couch and was no longer giggling.
"Sansa." Gendry said placing his hands on her shoulders firmly. "It is going to be okay, you are going to be okay, the pot hasn't gotten to you yet, and about in hour when it does everything will be fine." He said looking her directly in the eye, the boy's brilliant blue eye caught her attention and returned to her the dorm room. As she returned from the moment of darkness she was filled with anger but knew she had to be quiet in her rage.
"Arya," she snapped, "why did you let me eat those brownies?" she continued in a hush tone.
Arya seemed to have returned from her giggling fit and was capable of conversation. "You were giving me shit and seemed to need something to relax you. And also you really didn't give me a chance to say anything."
"You could have told me. I didn't go that fast," she cracked still fighting the urge to scream.
"Well, I am sorry, I am stoned. I didn't make the best decision." she said in a half apologize. Sansa could tell she didn't want Sansa mad at her but wasn't going to say the 'S' word with any heart.
"Well, you drugged me, so I am a little upset," Sansa said looking back towards the window. The anger was subsiding as she knew there was nothing to do about her plight.
"Arya, say your sorry to your sister and mean it. You did drug her which isn't very nice." Gendry said to Arya trying to make peace between the two.
Arya looked into his eyes from a moment, lowered her head, sighed in defeat, and yielded. "Okay, Sansa. I am sorry," she said sitting back down.
She still didn't really mean it but it was the best I am going to get from my sister who may be drug addict sister. Maybe if I can save her from drugs mom will forgive the time I let her drug me.
"So," Sansa began in a meek voice, "am I high right now?"
Gendry chuckled a bit, "no, you are not high right now." He said relaxing his posture and joining Arya back on the couch. "From what I understand, and this is only my third time doing this, if you smoke pot, which I have not, it gets you high fast. But, if you eat it, it takes a bit. So, you aren't high yet, you will be later." Gendry paused and looked at Arya, "it got to Arya in about an hour and me in a little bit longer. I would say will be high in about an hour. And based on the size of the brownie you ate, you will know when you are high."
Sansa took in the information and gave a stern nod. Gendry cracked a smile and Arya rolled her eyes. "So are you going to be okay?" Arya asked with some concern but more annoyance at the turn her evening had taken.
"I think so," Sansa replied having no idea if she was.
"If you need anything we will be over here," Gendry said giving her another kind smile.
Really? How did she get such a nice guy? I know he is a total nerd but still. She must drug him. Or do weird things on the top of that loft.
Sansa put her headphones back on and continued to listen to her music. Alanis no longer fit her mood and felt that some TLC was needed. Arya and Gendry returned to sitting on the couch and quietly talking. Sansa actually began to zone out for a bit as the book still sat in front of her. She felt like she was reading but was just looking at book well the music played in her ears. Sansa thought that Arya and Gendry would start playing a video game or watch a movie but they continued to sit there, talking here and there. She didn't hear what they were talking about but grew oddly curious after what she learned about 'Mogwai.'
I think I am getting hungry. Is that because of the pot? I mean I did eat an early dinner and had a stressful night. But I think getting hungry is part of the pot thing...
She took off her headphones and moved to her dresser. The top four drawers, held top to bottom her socks, underwear, causal wear and Pajamas, and Jeans. The final drawer held assorted snacks and Sansa picked up a box of crackers. She moved to her bed and opened the box. Normally at this point she would hear her mother's voice in her head telling not to get crumbs in her bed, but not this time. Sitting crossed legged and munching on crackers Sansa sat quietly looking at the two on the couch. Gendry sat on the inside of the couch with his left arm wrapped around Arya who sat sideways with most of back resting against his chest. If she opened her eyes she would staring at Sansa but currently her eyes were closed in content silence.
She is only that happy when he's around. Or maybe she's only that happy when she's high. Was she getting high when she was a kid? It would explain her love of those stupid ninja turtles.
Sansa snorted a bit at her own thought and the memory of her seven year old sister running around with a plastic ninja sword. Arya opened her eyes and looked at her sister. She was still relaxed but was now curious at her sister staring at her.
"What?" Arya asked looking at her sister. Gendry turned his head to look in their direction.
Sansa narrowed her eyes a bit and replied, "what?" She didn't realize it but little bits of cracker spit out of her mouth as she spoke.
"You're staring at us, it is kinda weird. I mean if that is what you are into that's okay, but you should ask first," Arya said flatly but ended with a smirk and raising both her eyebrows in a swift manner.
Sansa shook her head and laughed a little at her sister. "I was not watching and you're weird for thinking I was."
"Oh, I know you like to watch. Like that time you were ten." Sansa stared for a moment trying to figure out what Arya was talking about.
Like to watch...when I was ten...does she mean...oh...Gross!
Picking up her pillow Sansa tossed it Arya lightly. "Shut up, you are such a perv!" she squealed but instantly regretted the noise.
Jayne can't come back. I can't have this on my record. What would people think of me, a nineteen year old, getting high?
"What are you two talking about?" Gendry said picking up the pillow that sat on Arya's lap and tossed it back to Sansa.
"Well, when Sansa was ten-ish," Arya began.
"Shut up," Sansa said in a hushed voice, "please, it so embarrassing."
Arya chuckled a bit with a impish grin and continued. "So, Sansa was ten and had a nightmare. So, scared about the clowns or demons or whatever..."
It was killer bunnies. They were huge and they were going to blend me with giant carrots into some kind of death smoothie.
"...so she wandered over to our parents room. Where the door was closed. And it was their anniversary..." Gendry chuckled and winced at the same time as Sansa grabbed the pillow and covered her face with it. "So, I hear Sansa scream, followed by my mother screaming, and then my father telling Sansa to shut the door. I get out of bed, open my door, and see Sansa running back to her room and slamming the door behind her." Sansa could feel her skin heat up as the pillow covered her eyes and Gendry and Arya laughed at her.
"Oh, that isn't so bad. I caught my parents when I was six or so. I thought they were wrestling and dad was winning. For a moment I wanted to tag in." He finished with a laugh.
I don't get that joke but I think it's very dirty.
Sansa removed the pillow and looked across the room. They both were laughing a bit and cuddled each other closely. It was then that she realized they weren't making fun of her, but just kidding with her. "You saw your parents making love Gendry?" Sansa asked quietly, amazed after the fact the words slid out her mouth.
"I wouldn't say they were making love. I saw them fucking."
"And what's the difference?" Sansa again asked surprised those words exited her mouth.
"Oh, we have had this conversation many times," Arya began. "There are three kinds of ways to do the wild thing. You can have sex, you can make love, and you can fuck." Sansa cocked her head to the side and moved to the side of the bed in curiosity.
Arya, smiled at her sister moving closer and taking an interest, and explained. "So, when a couple have 'sex' it is very mechanical and meant to create a child."
"As I found out in my human reproduction class it also usually involves taking your temperature downstairs and putting a pillow under the woman to help the situation." Gendry finished Arya's thought.
"Second of all you can make love. Here two people share an intimate moment and they care for each other. It has to be on a bed and there has to be at least some eye contact. If either of those are not true then you are fucking."
"And what's fucking?" Sansa asked with curiosity not even realizing she swore.
"That is where two people just use each other for sexual pleasure. You don't have to know each others names and in fact don't even have to like each other. And of course sometimes these things blend together. A married couple could begin on the bed making a baby, slowly make love with each other, and then finish up fucking on the floor." Sansa's eyes tilted up and to the right in thought.
Are you actually going to say that? No don't...why not...I've had a long night.
"So, if a married couple is on the bed, but the man is going into the woman from behind, they are fucking?" Sansa asked not making eye contact.
"Yes," Arya answered, "if you are having sex doggie style you are fucking. There's no eye contact. You could maybe also say you are making love but you are also fucking."
"Well, then, I guess I didn't see mom and dad making love then," she said slightly. Arya and Gendry howled with laughter but quickly subsided into quiet snickering. A real smile appeared on Sansa's face for the first time that night.
I never realized how much fun Gendry and Arya have together.
"So, theoretically, if a man and woman are having sex doggie style on a bed and a mirror is in front of them making eye contact possible, can that be just love making?" Gendry asked.
Arya thought for a moment. "Maybe, but the addition of the mirror is kind of kinky and adds a prop to the situation which I think we decided once makes it fucking." Arya said in a grand manner.
Gendry snapped his fingers, "oh yeah, oh yeah," he said waggling his finger in the air like it would help him conjure the words he needed. "Speaking of mirrors, in a less sexual manner, Brienne wanted to know if you actually wanted to go shopping with her this weekend like you two talked about."
Arya? Shopping?
Arya contorted her face in thought as she considered that to say. "Really? I was just kind of kidding around. What the fuck though. I need some new jeans and I did say I would give Brienne a chance."
"Well," Gendry said slowly, "I'd be tagging along a little at least as I am the only person you two know that has a car. Unless of course you want to walk the three miles to the mall."
"True. But you just have to drop us off. This is supposed to be girl time between us." Arya said poking Gendry in the arm to make her point clear.
You could have always gone shopping with me. I know Margery was kinda of obnoxious but I would have brought you if you asked. You could have had girl time with me.
"You're going clothes shopping? With another girl?" Sansa asked trying to hide how she felt betrayed.
"Yeah, Brienne and I got to talking the other day at lunch about how we never did so many of the 'girl' things you are supposed to do growing up. So we decided we would go to the mall together and go shopping." Sansa knew Brienne vaguely through a fellow student named Renly. She always seemed to be around when Sansa would have lunch with the fellow sophomore that she met in English. It would usually be Sansa, Renly, and their friend Loras having a nice lunch with Brienne off to the side trying to fit into the group.
Renly does seem to like her a lot. Although Loras doesn't seem to fond of her.
"I know Brienne, she's a nice girl. A bit shy. Obviously has a thing for Renly. You know him Gendry?" She asked the fellow second year student. "I think Renly likes her too. They'd make a cute couple," Sansa finished nodding at her own statement.
Arya and Gendry both began to giggle a bit and now Sansa felt it was aimed more at her. "What?" she asked.
"Well," Gendry said taking a long pause to decide how to phrase his words, "I don't think Renly is exactly interested in Brienne," he said closing his left eye as he finished.
"He isn't?" Sansa asked earnestly. "I don't think I have ever heard him talk about any other girls."
Arya took a deep breath. "Sansa, Renly isn't interested in any other girls because he isn't interested in Girls. He's gay."
"What?" Sansa asked bugging her eyes out a bit.
"Yeah, he's gay." Gendry joined in.
"Are you sure?" Sansa asked bewildered at the revelation.
"Yeah, there are some signs. Like how he is obsessed with rainbows. And how I once saw he blow Loras at a house party last year." Gendry said with a chuckle. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."
I know someone who's gay. How exotic. I hope mother doesn't find out.
"Brienne knows right?" Arya asked Gendry. "I mean, I know how she feels, but she knows that it is a lost cause?"
"I hope so. It is hard to get a read on her sometimes. I think she thinks that love will triumph over all."
"No, no it won't," Arya said in a harsh tone. "She is not a spatula. She cannot flip him and she shouldn't try." She finished shaking her head. It took a moment for Sansa to fully comprehend Arya's statement but then she giggled a bit.
The night continued like this for a couple of hours. It wasn't always dirty talk Sansa noticed. Arya seemed to become much more serious when Gendry mentioned that his father wanted to get in touch with him but Gendry wasn't sure what he would do. She didn't turn around to face him, she didn't have to Sansa realized, she just grabbed his arm tighter and squeezed a bit more.
That's what I wanted with Sandor. That's what I've always wanted.
They also talked about school. Gendry had been admitted to the art major and was enjoying himself. Arya was undeclared, like Gendry the year before, but was steering towards political science. "It is flexible," she said, "I could be a lawyer, I could work in government, I could be a journalist if I put my mind to it."
Mom suggested that Arya go into Business...like Sansa...
"Sansa, does mom still think you are a Business major?" Arya asked as her sister thought about her major. "I mean I think you are technically undeclared, and have yet to take a business class. And from your books I can see a mix of stuff but mostly music theory."
"Mom still thinks I am in business, although I have told her multiple times I am still up in the air," Sansa said slowly.
I am more comfortable talking about my parents fucking than my major
.
"You can tell us Sansa," Gendry said calmly. "We won't tell your mom, you clearly have something else in mind that you want to do,"
"I want to be in music. I played the flute in high school but I don't think I would be good enough for that. I want to teach music I think." She answered gaining more confidence with each word.
"Teach music to whom? High school, college, elsewhere?" Arya followed up.
"I think to younger kids. Like elementary school students or at a middle school. I think I would be good at that."
"Oh yeah, I guess that works too," Arya said nodding. Gendry laughed a bit at Arya's statement. "What's so funny?"
"Just, the idea of teaching to children didn't even occur to you. You really do not like kids do you?" He said with a laugh. Arya got up, wincing in pain as shifted her weight on her bottom, and faced Gendry.
Okay...what did Arya do to her butt.
"No, I do not want kids. They are messy, and loud, and obnoxious," she began.
Without thinking Sansa had to interrupt he sister, "So! So are you!" she said gesturing her hand at Arya. Gendry began to laugh, but had enough awareness to keep it down. Arya turned to look at Sansa, looked bothered by the statement for a moment, but began to giggle as well. Sansa broke out into laughter as well and covered her mouth to the muffle the noise. They continued to laugh for a minute and silence filled the room again. For once Sansa didn't seem to squirm in the quiet and the pair continued to lounge
A couple more minutes passed before Arya asked, "So, Sans, I don't want to pry, but what happened tonight with Sandy, I mean Sandor? You seemed really excited for it and we probably wouldn't have enjoyed those tasty treats if we thought you'd show up here."
I feel like I want to tell them, but I should get something in return. Actually two things.
"I will tell you if you answer two of my questions," Gendry raised his eyebrows in interest and Arya continued to look into her sister's eyes. Arya's eyes were beginning to droop as she said, "what do you wanna know? I'll answer one question, then you go, then I'll answer the second one."
Sansa steeled herself for the question she would never thought she'd ask.
If I ever get high again I should remember I get oddly curious.
"So, on your loft, there isn't that much room. So, how do you..." she mumbled off as her hands pedaled around each other trying to make her point.
"Fuck?" Arya spouted out and Gendry laughed a little.
"Yeah," Sansa responded after a moment.
"Can I?" Arya said tilting her head back a little towards Gendry.
Gendry thought on it for a moment he said, "sure, why not. I want to find out what happened to her."
"Well," Arya began clearing her throat, "we only make love up there because there isn't room to fuck and we do that once in a while. The rest of the time we fuck in various places around the room."
"Arya!" Sansa said, throwing the pillow back at her sister and laughing a little.
"Don't worry, we put a towel down," Arya said bluntly.
"Most of the time," Gendry countered looking towards the window but Sansa could tell he had a smile on his face. Flooded by this information, that in hindsight was obvious, Sansa thought and what occurred to her next was more upsetting.
"Wait, you don't do it on my bed do you?" Sansa asked knowing she wouldn't like the answer. There was a longer pause then she wanted to hear.
"Arya!" she shouted not caring this time about volume.
"Hey, it was just once, and only my hands were on your bed," Arya responded in a flat tone like she discussing something casual. Sansa rolled her eyes and tried not to picture all the images she had just heard.
You had to ask. In fairness you just mentioned the loft but Arya decided to give the full answer and show her work.
"Soooo," Arya began as she began to slur.
I think that extra half brownie hit her a bit more.
"So." She said again trying to regain control. "What happened tonight with you and Sandor?"
I did say I would tell her. And she didn't call him Sandy or Scorpion face. And I need to know what she did to her butt.
"I went to Sandor's tonight planning on staying the night. I've done it before so that's what he excepted. Walking over there though I realized that maybe we rushed into the relationship too fast. We met only a couple of weeks ago and although I liked him, I just wanted to slow down a bit on the physical side, I have had bad experiences before." Arya looked like she wanted to say something, as did Gendry, but Sansa continued. "So, I went there tonight and told him that I wanted to slow down. And he didn't like that."
"Most men wouldn't," Gendry added.
"We got into a big argument that didn't exactly stay on topic and he kicked me out." She stood up slowly, walked over to Arya, grabbed the pillow that was on the floor after she last threw it, and hugged it against he chest. She slowly began to pace back and forth as she recounted the events.
"I said that he was being unreasonable he called me a tease. I said I thought he actually loved me and he shot back the same. I said I thought I was his little bird and he said so did I. And then, I may have said something about the tattoo," she took and long pause, "and I may have said his band sucked."
"And from what I understand he wouldn't like that very much, would he?" Arya asked.
"No, he is very odd about his tattoo. Like he is ashamed of it, which makes no sense, because he was the one who decided to get a fucking scorpion on the side of his face so the stinger goes in the edge of his mouth a little!" Sansa exclaimed increasing her pace. Arya looked at Gendry with astonishment at her sister saying the work fuck. "I mean, is it too much ask for to just meet a normal guy, who doesn't call me 'little bird' or have an odd obsession with fire? Can't I just do that? You did!" Sansa said to her sister moving closer to the edge of the couch. It was the most open Sansa had ever been with her sister about anything.
Arya was holding something back and a tear began to form in her eye. Sansa also began to tear up and went in for a hug as Arya burst out laughing. She began to smack the edge of the couch and bent her head down unable to contain herself. Sansa recoiled from the laughing and looked stunned. Her eyes widened as she could feel tears begin to form. Her body shook with betrayal and rage. Without a word she walked out of the room slamming the door behind her.
Storming door the hallway she walked passed closed doors until she reached the bathroom. It was a large room meant to accommodate the daily needs of sixty or so girls on the floor. The room was tiled sea foam green with five matching stalls lining the left side of the room. Down a small corridor on the right were the showers. Entering Sansa could hear someone taking a shower as she walked to the handicapped stall against the far wall. She could feel her legs wobble a bit under her and things began to get blurry. Unsure if it was the brownies or her rage she slammed the stall down behind her and sat on the toilet. No longer holding back sobs she began to let go of all the emotions of the night.
I broke up with my boyfriend, got drugged, actually opened up to someone, and then she laughed at me. It isn't fair. She has Gendry. She has everything. She shouldn't get to laugh at me.
Not knowing how long she was there, only knowing about a third of the roll of toilet paper used to wipe her face, she heard a knock on the door. Hunched over, with head in her hands, she moaned, "occupied."
There was another knock followed by a familiar voice, "Sansa, I am sorry, I, I, I didn't mean to."
"Go away! I want to be alone!" she said. She could hear the shower stop in the other room and footsteps quickly patter out of the room. She wasn't sure but she assumed some well meaning girl quickly scurried away without properly drying.
Leave me alone. Go back to your perfect boyfriend and let me be.
"C'mon, Sansa," she heard Arya say as there was another thud on the door. From how her voiced sounded Sansa thought Arya head was resting against the door now. "You know the state I am in. I really didn't mean to, just, just," she mumbled off.
"Just what!?" Sansa yelled standing up again. She glared into the door as if she could stare through it into her sister.
"I just never thought you'd be jealous of me," she heard her sister whisper. "I spent my entire childhood wishing I was more like you. That I could make mom happy. But I never could. The idea, that you're jealous of me is kind of hilarious." She croaked out a laugh that also sounded like a sob. Sansa thought for a moment not sure what to do.
She sounds sincere. And she is high. And so am I. And I didn't bring my flip flops in here so If I stay too long I might get a fungus.
She stood for a moment trying to get herself together. She took more toilet paper and cleaned her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. "Okay," she heard again, "if you don't come out, I am going to have to come in," and looking down under the gap between the ground she saw her sister drop to her knees. She began to lower herself further as Sansa opened the door.
"What are you doing?" Sansa asked in a hushed tone and wiping her face of any leftover tears she.
"You, you, you didn't answer, so I had to crawl in," Arya said looking up at her sister. For a moment Sansa saw the seven year old girl that Arya once was and in some ways would always be. Sansa put her hand down to help her sister up. Raising to her knee again Arya said, "I am sorry, really sorry, that was a dick thing to do," Sansa laughed at her sister's phrasing as they made their way back to the room.
They sneaked passed Jayne's room. They assumed she was asleep or else where. Re-entering the room Sansa saw Gendry standing waiting for their return. "Everything okay?" he asked looking at both girls.
"Yeah, it's okay," Sansa said separating from her sister. Arya looked woozy for a moment and slowly lowered herself to the floor. Sitting crossed legged she looked up towards he loft. "It's bed time. I don't think I can get up there." She pointed at the bed that to her must have seemed to be miles away. Gendry smiled, walked to the the side of the bed, and reached up grabbing the two pillows and blanket on the bed. He gave Arya the pillow and she looked up at him with a big smile. "Thank you pumpkin," she said putting the pillow down and placing her head upon it.
Sansa smiled at her sister and Gendry but then had a thought. "Hey, you owe a question," she said sitting on her bed and peering down at her sister.
"Actually," Arya said speaking more into her pillow, "I assume you will want an answer from me. But I get your point. What's you question?"
No longer having scruples Sansa blurted out, "what's wrong with your butt?"
Arya chuckled a bit, "Clever girl. Gendry can you explain, I don't feel like moving, nor do I feel like showing my sister my ass." Gendry nodded and began to remove his shirt.
Not sure how this will answer my question it but not the worst thing in the world.
With his shirt removedSansa could fully enjoy the view of the man she had heard was jogging in the mornings and hitting the gym a bit more. Looking her in the eye for a moment he turned his back to her. On the upper part of his right shoulder blade she saw a fresh tattoo on slightly pink skin. She didn't know what it meant but it was an arrow point up, then an arrow pointing down, then up again, down, some left and right arrows, then some letters. She slowly placed her fingers upon Gendry's back and he flinched.
"Oh, that tickles." He said surprised.
"Hey," Arya's voice peeked up, "no touching! I have dibs."
Smiling at her silly jealous sister, Sansa asked, "what is it?"
"It's a video game thing. It's called the Konami code. When we were younger Arya was so impressed that I knew it off the top of my head," Gendry explained.
"No I wasn't," she spurted out raising her hand up to the air and then quickly dropping it.
"She was. And earlier tonight, after dinner and the first brownie I had this tattooed on my shoulder, and she had this tattooed on her right butt cheek." Gendry said turning back towards Sansa.
"Oh," Sansa said slowly, amazed that at her sister.
If mom ever sees that she will freak.
Placing his shirt back on Gendry lowered his body down to Arya. "Gendry, why not go on the bed? Or back to your room?" Sansa asked moving to turn out the lights.
With hesitation Gendry answered, "because then I wouldn't be with her," as he laid next to arm, wrapping his arms around him. Sansa felt a mix of love and envy looking at the figures on the ground below them.
Some day. Someone like that. Something like that.
"Sansa," Arya spoke up in the dark, "come down here." She instructed.
"What?" Sansa asked.
"It's comfy down here. Remember when we went on camping trips and we cuddled because it was cold. It you had a bad day, come and cuddle."
Admitting to herself that sounded nice Sansa got up, grabbed her pillow and blanket, walked over Gendry and Arya, and laid next to her sister. She put the pillow beneath her head and felt Arya wrap her smaller frame around her. She could feel the warmth of her sister and Gendry behind her. For the first time all night Sansa didn't feel cold or alone.
As they began to fall asleep Sansa spoke up again into the darkness. "You guys have had sex on my bed, like on my bed, haven't you."
"Yeah," Arya answered. "But, we do put a towel down, we aren't animals." Sansa sighed at her sister.
"Sansa, you should be a music teacher, you'd be great at it," Arya said nuzzling her sister a bit before relaxing in between her sister and her boyfriend.
"Thanks," Sansa replied. "Do you think I can go shopping with you Brienne if you go?"
"Sure," Arya responded. After another moment Sansa pushed herself deeper into the wrapped arms of her sister.
"Arya," Gendry spoke up to no response. "Sorry, Honey Bunny,"
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"Can I count this as a threesome?"
"If you want to."
Arya and Gendry both laughed as Sansa feel into the best sleep she had had in a while.
AN:
I keep on forgetting things I want to write in my author notes so here is an extended edition . This was one of my original ideas for the seven prompts before I went to crazy town and chucked the seven entries part. I have been wanting to write it for a while. So here are some random thoughts:
In the last chapter the meal that Cat served was a modern version of the meal served at the wedding of Edmure and Roslin Frey. I am surprised more people didn't take note of it. I mean the food is the most memorable thing about that wedding.
The characters are a little older than I am or least they will be once I get to 2013. So sometimes I am not sure if something I experienced they would. So I am not sure if Saflocks where a thing in 2000, but I know they were in 2006 so in the story it goes. And no I am not going to tell you anymore about myself...
...I am 25 and didn't go to Madison. But I did go to another fine school in the University of Wisconsin system.
Sansa is so much fun to write. The first time through I had her thinking the word sex a couple of times and then I realized it made more sense for her to not even think it. When she thinks of sex it is like a 1950s movie, a lovely dinner, some banter in front of a open window, the two kiss, fade to black, cut to the next morning, and blushing girl is brushing her hair. I began this chapter nervous about the response I would get for shitting on Sandor as I know a lot of SanxSan readers might not approve. Which is funny because I also begin writing about Sansa thinking about rape, you know a topic people take easily too, and I am more worried about rabid shippers. I have never seen the Sandor/Sansa relationship that way, but I have read a couple of fics that do it well. Just not the ship I would explore with Sansa. Although I did foreshadow where that might end up and if you are clever you can figure it out...
...it's Tyrion. She was wearing a Lannister red-gold nightgown. You can look forward to seeing him in the Beauty part of the story.
It is interesting to pick college majors for these characters. In the last chapter I had a hard time figuring out what the fuck Jon would do, so I picked something vague and outdoorsy that could take him 'beyond the wall' or as I call it 'Canada.' I had Gendry's in mind from the beginning. Sansa was easy when I thought about it and Arya's was a bit more tricky. Because if I went with more Canon Arya's major would be like fencing or something which I didn't want to do. I feel like that's been done before and I wanted to do something a little different.
Thanks again for all the reviews, follows, etc.
Also thanks to ThursdayNext88 for proofing this for me. She agrees that the rules of Mogwai need to be clarified. She out her story called "This is Our Story" It is a cute/funny/awkward AryaxGendry fic. Not nearly as dirty as mine but she talk about Gigolos in her last chapter.
My computer needs to stop thinking it knows me so well. Every time I write the word 'mother' it auto-completes to 'motherfucker.' Stop making semi accurate assumptions OpenOffice!
The next chapter is going to be a bit shorter and deals with the aftermath of 'the brownie incident' and a fun little flash back to a boy named Jason but called something else.