So so SO sorry about the lack of updating! I went to visit family, and they didn't have wireless internet, or proper circuits for me to charge my computer so I couldn't write OR update! I was not a happy camper.

In which Gendry is jealous and Arya despises stuffed eggs.

"Ewww seriously?"

"What? You love deviled eggs!"

"Umm no," Arya said, wrinkling her nose and attempting not to gag. "I'm pretty sure I said no deviled eggs ever. Never, ever, ever."

"Well everyone loves them-"

"Everyone but the bride," Arya snapped. "I would like to think I'm slightly important here."

"You're not the bride yet," Sansa pointed out, swiping the eggs away from Arya, who was trying to stuff them in the trash. "And leave off! I spent hours on those!"

"You mean you ran to the store and got them?" Arya said innocently. Sansa flipped her off, thoroughly annoyed.

"Sansa!" Catelyn cried, coming into the room carrying a huge bowl of salad. "You're far too old for that sort of behavior."

"Don't worry about it mum," Arya said lazily, "she's just annoyed because she forgot I don't like deviled eggs."

"Deviled eggs?" Cat said, wrinkling her nose. "Sansa, you know they put me off."

Sansa looked murderous.

"They were out of pigs in a blanket, all right?" She fumed, throwing up her hands in defeat.

"This is the point where I tell you that you should just take the time to cook something," Arya simpered, swiping a crouton and nibbling on it. Sansa's glare could burn a mountain to the ground.

"I have been busy, you know," she snarled. "Planning your wedding."

"Oh boo hoo," Arya said, waving her off. "As if you didn't love every second of it. You ought to tie the knot yourself."

Sansa looked furious, and to Arya's shock, tears welled in her eyes and she snatched up her tray of deviled eggs and marched from the room, her face beat red, almost matching her hair in it's brilliant color.

"What did I do?" Arya asked, and her mother gave her an annoyed look.

"You have to ask?" Cat said. "Sansa hasn't gotten a proposal since Joffrey."

"Oh," Arya said in a small voice, feeling guilt and embarrassment flood her cheeks. "Right. I-"

"Forgot?" Cat finished for her, giving her a sad smile. "Did you ever think Sansa enjoyed planning weddings so much so it could distract her from the fact that she doesn't have one of her own?"

It hadn't, actually. Arya had just assumed that Sansa liked planning weddings for the sake of planning. It had never, ever, occurred to her that Sansa, her perfect sister, was sad to be alone. But of course she would be sad. Arya had forgotten what it was like to live without Gendry there next to her. Not that she didn't need him to be happy, but it didn't mean that he made her happy and that it was nice to have someone who understood you so completely, someone to love and be loved in return.

"Will you carry out the cupcakes?" Cat asked, passing by her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't feel bad, it'll happen for your sister, I'm sure."

The door swung behind her mother, and Arya sat in the kitchen, still on the counter, thinking. She almost didn't notice Gendry come in.

"Oh dear," Gendry said and his voice was teasing. "You've got your serious face on."

"My face is always serious," Arya snapped, rolling her eyes, "just like yours is always stupid."

"Ouch," Gendry said, coming to stand in front of her as she sat on the counter. He was so tall he was eye to eye with her. "This brings back some happy memories."

He gave her a suggestive look as he laced his fingers with hers, leaning in and giving her a kiss. Arya pulled back and raised an eyebrow as he laughed.

"Memories that we can repeat later, back in our apartment," she said firmly.

"Our apartment? Is it ours already? You haven't moved in yet, as I recall," he said, putting a bit of hair behind her ear.

"It was always ours, idiot," she said, giving him a sharp punch in the shoulder.

"You really should stop beating me," Gendry said with a sigh.

"Should," Arya agreed, leaning in, "but won't."

And with that she kissed him. This time it was longer, and as his hand cupped her face, Arya's thoughts flitted back to Sansa, and the look of hurt on her face earlier. Unlike Arya, she had to go to an empty flat every night.

"All right you two," Jon's voice said, and suddenly he was wedging his way in between Arya and Gendry very vigorously, reaching for the cups that were in the cupboard right behind Arya's head. "It's time to keep it PG. There are kids here."

"As if you and Ygritte weren't at it like rabbits," Arya snapped grumpily, jumping down from the counter.

"Until she dumped me," Jon snapped, getting the cups. "Thanks for the reminder."

Arya sighed. It appeared that today was not her day.

"The guests are starting to arrive," Gendry said, blushing furiously at being caught, "which is what I came in to tell you-"

"Until you got distracted snogging each others faces off," Jon said, and unlike Sansa, he gave Arya a playful and forgiving wink as he loaded his arms with cups.

"Nose down Jon," Arya snapped as her brother grinned. Gendry looked further uncomfortable.

"If he's blushing now, it'll be one hell of a bachelor party," Jon said in a great stage whisper to Arya. She snorted and Gendry glared.

"I'm just being careful," he snapped. "After what happened at that barbecue..."

"Yes I think we all would rather not rehash that," Arya said hastily. "Come on, let's go make guests feel welcome."

She snatched Gendry's hand and dragged him from the kitchen. They marched out of the kitchen and to the front room, where guests were starting to pour in. Sansa was already there, greeting people and looking pretty, though her nose was a bit red from crying.

"Arya!" It was Margaery, who barreled into Ayra and gave her a hug. Arya shifted uncomfortably. "It's so great to see you! And you're getting married! I knew it! I always said you two would end up together, and it was so obvious that night in the limo, and at prom when you kissed him-"

"Yes yes," a voice said behind her, and Arya felt Margaery being gently tugged from her. "You're strangling her, Margaery."

It wasn't Margaery's extremely hot older brother, but a man in a wheel chair. He looked to be in his late thirties(3), and he had the similar features to Margaery and Loras, but perhaps he was slightly less handsome. He smiled at both Arya and Gendry.

"I'm Willas," he said, reaching out to shake their hands. "Margaery's eldest brother. I've had the pleasure of already meeting your sister, Arya."

Sansa blushed, but it was probably the flush from crying.

"Brothers," Margaery huffed teasingly. "That's all I ever got. Three of them. You two are lucky you have each other."

Arya and Sansa both grimaced.

"A blessing and a curse," Willas joked, as if picking up on their discomfort. "With brothers everything is settled with a good tackle and a few punches. Not the same with sisters, I think."

He smiled.

Sansa smiled back.

"We're clogging up the line, Margaery," he said, gently. "We should let Arya and Gendry greet their other guests. Congratulations, both of you."

And with that they were off, Margeary floating airily beside Willas, who threw them another courteous look.

"He was nice," Arya said, looking after them.

"He was," Sansa agreed. "He's a professor, you know. Apparently he's somewhat of a genius. Works with animals too."

"Margaery's brother a genius? Surely not," Arya teased. Sansa gave her a glare.

"I'm just repeating what I heard," she snapped.

"And what did you hear? That the most handsome man in all of Westeros has arrived?"

"Robb!" Sansa said with a laugh as her brother embraced her and then Arya. Jeyne followed behind them, as well as their little son, who looked like he was trying to run in five different directions at once.

"The most handsome man in all of Westeros has apple sauce on his shirt," Arya said, pulling away and making a face. "Gross Robb."

"God damn it!" Robb shouted. "That's the fifth one this week!"

"Robert, language," Jeyne said sharply.

"Yeah, you better watch yourself, Robert," Arya said with a wolfish grin.

"I hope you trip on your veil," Robb said grumpily, huffing off into the crowd.

"My husband is the picture of maturity," Jeyne said with as sigh as she snatched at the little boy. "Best wishes you two."

She went off in pursuit of Robb.

"That'll be you one day," Sansa said to Arya.

"Not if I can help it," Arya said curtly. "Gendry and I agreed. No kids."

"We didn't agree," Gendry said with a frown. "You said no kids and I knew I'd eventually change your mind."

"I am not about to eventually change my mind!" Arya roared indignantly.

"All hail the happy couple."

"Ned!" Arya said happily, turning away from Gendry to face her ex-boyfriend. If you could even call him an ex-boyfriend. They had only kissed once. But once was enough for Gendry, apparently, because she could literally feel the steam coming from his ears. Oh lord, here we go.

"What are you doing here?" Gendry demanded, his glare murderous. Edric Dayne blinked, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Uhhh I was invited," he said, giving Arya a questioning look.

"By who?" Gendry snarled.

"Me," Arya snapped, annoyed. "I invited him."

"Why?"

"Gendry!" Arya hissed as Ned shifted uncomfortably.

"Err..." Ned said, looking unsure of what to do. "Arya's told me so much about you, you know."

"Yeah I bet," Gendry snapped, and then his eyes narrowed. "You two still keep in contact?"

"Don't be stupid," Arya snarled under her breath, pinching Gendry, hard. Honestly, as if she'd ever think about Ned in that way. He was nice, very nice, but like milk water. Dull and far too shy.

"I have a girlfriend," Ned said quickly.

"Then where is she?" Gendry demanded, searching the crowd.

"She wasn't invited so..." Ned looked consistently more and more pale.

"Ignore him," Arya said hastily. "He hasn't taken his medication today. Go enjoy the party."

She had never seen Ned run faster.

"'All hail the happy couple,'" Gendry snarled in a mocking voice. "He probably thinks he's being funny, the little Bieber-haired shit."

Arya tried not to laugh and remain angry. It was true. Ned did have the Bieber hair, and he was so touchy about it too.

"You need to learn your manners," she snapped. "You embarrassed me!"

"Sorry, I'm sure I'll be good once I take my medication," Gendry snapped right back. They glared at each other.

"Fighting again?" Sansa said with a sigh. "I suppose this is better than you two kissing all the time."

"Oh don't worry," Jon said in passing. "The kissing comes after the fighting."

"Shut up," Arya growled, but she caught Gendry looking smug. "There will be no kissing."

"Whatever you say," he said with a sly side glance. She stomped on his foot.

After they had gotten through all the guests, and Gendry had stopped swearing loudly, they went into the party to mingle and talk to people. Margaery wouldn't stop gushing about the whole thing, but once Arya finally got her talking about her political career, they had a nice conversation while Sansa and Willas chatted about his work with animals and science.

After they were done, Arya and Gendry went to talk with Jon, only to find him vanished.

"That's odd," Arya said with a frown. "Jon's usually easy to-Oh."

"What?" Gendry demanded.

"Look," Arya said, pointing across the room. Gendry sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ygritte," he said, looking as shocked as Arya felt. There was no denying the shock of red wild hair, or the crooked grin she gave them from across the room. Jon's ex-girlfriend was at their rehearsal dinner.

"But why?" Arya asked. "I didn't invite her!"

"I wonder who did," Gendry said with a frown.

"Jon's not going to be happy about this," Arya said. "That's probably why he's hiding."

"I don't know why he's hiding," Gendry said, and there was a devilish grin on his face. "He hasn't had a good lay in years. And do you remember what they were like? Worse than us. At it like rabbits."

"Yes," Arya said through gritted teeth. "Thank you so much for reminding me. I really wanted to think about my brother like that."

"Like what?"

Arya and Gendry whipped around to see Jon, who looked like he was doing his best to hide.

"You and Ygritte," Arya said. "Who invited her?"

"Mum," Jon said weakly, darting behind a fat man in passing. "Don't let her see me. I do not-"

"Jon."

Jon screamed, quite loudly. Arya had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Never had she heard such a sound in her entire life.

"You don't seem happy to see me," Ygritte said, and she wasn't hiding back her laughter. Ygritte never did hold anything back. Arya rather liked her for it.

"Whatever gave you that impression?" Jon said, smoothing his hair back, his voice high pitched.

"They fact that you've been hiding from me for the past half an hour," Ygritte pointed out. "You were never good at hiding."

"I have not been hiding," Jon protested feebly. "I had no idea you were here-"

"You know nothing Jon Snow," Ygritte snapped. "But you knew I was here."

Arya and Gendry shifted awkwardly.

"Why then?" Jon demanded sullenly.

"Your mother invited me, and I thought it was high time that we talked," Ygritte said with a shrug.

"And with that we should leave," Arya said awkwardly, and she didn't have to pull Gendry away. He was right beside her. Jon stopped them.

"You dumped me, remember?" He snapped, gripping Arya's arm.

"Yeah because you were all about your stupid all boys club, the Wall," Ygritte said rolling her eyes. "But when I saw you in Iceland last summer-"

"Wait," Arya said, cutting in. "You saw each other in Iceland?"

"You didn't tell them?" Ygritte looked furious.

"It was over between us," Jon said flatly. "What happened during a drunk night in your apartment-"

"We really need to go," Gendry said.

"Agreed," Arya said feverishly.

"This is nothing," Jon said, glaring at them. "You never caught me in the laundry room without a stitch-"

"MUM!" Arya shouted. "I think Mum's calling me!"

"-I'll have emotional trauma the rest of my life from that," Jon said, glaring at Gendry, who looked ready to die.

Arya yanked her arm away and she and Gendry raced across the room, wrenching open the door and then running outside, slamming it behind them.

"All hail the happy couple," Gendry said, puffing, and they both laughed.