Bran
He got into the Reeds beat up old car that he highly suspected had been recalled in the 70's. The inside of the car was littered with books and food containers. Meera blushed and scooped some of the garbage out of the back seat for Bran to have a place to sit. He did not understand what Meera and Jojen meant when they said that Jojen could see things. Bran figured that Jojen made observations about human behavior and made the logical leap as to what they what was going to happen next. Bran did this sometimes. He made educated guesses and figured that is what Jojen did as well. There was no way his new friend could see the future.
They drove to some burger joint that had a 50's theme to it. They came into the restaurant and were shown to a booth. The waitresses wore roller skates and had the hair styles that Bran had only seen in pictures. They were handed laminated menus that only had food his mother and Mrs. Clark would consider junk food. After a quick round of Bran asking what was good here they were ready to order. They all ordered cheese burgers with everything on them, fries and milkshakes. As they were waiting for their food they sat in awkward silence. Bran hated this kind of silence. Either he was talking or reading. He never had to wait for people to talk around him. Others usually just spoke. The Reeds were not.
"So are you going to explain to me what you meant when you said you "saw" what was going to be happening with Tyrion and his comment at the game?" Bran asked, no longer able to deal with the silence.
The Reeds looked at one another. They seemed to be having a conversation with one another with out words. Some times he could do that with Arya but not offer. Mostly Jon and Arya were the ones in the family that did this. Is was interesting to note that these two siblings were so close they could communicate volumes without words.
"Part if what you are thinking is right Bran." Meera started. "Jojen does make logical conclusions based on what he sees around him in reality, but it is so much more then that . He really sees what is going to happen. He dreams them, he has visions. If he concentrates he knows what is going to happen to others." She had just told him what he was thinking without him saying it to either of them. "We don't know why or how it happens. He has had his brain scannned since he was little to see if its a tumor or something, but they all show he has a normal brain. The school made Jojen get the tests. They also sent him to a psychiatrist and they prescribed him medicine. They only made the visions stronger." Meera placed her hands flat on the table top and forced Bran to keep eye contact with her. It was as if she was willing Bran to understand.
"I can understand that he observes things, I do that as well. Its deductive reasoning. I get that. But I do not believe in people having visions of the future. I am sorry. The only logical conclusion that I can make is that the medication that the psychiatrist have prescribed to Jojen are causing the so called visions or in reality he hallucinations vividly based on what he observes." Bran said. He looked right at Meera while he spoke. He did not want to look at Jojen. Bran didn't want to see how his words effected his friend, because he was calling him crazy.
"I wish that was the case Bran, but these things started happening long before I was placed on the medication. Honest Bran, this is the truth. I see things." Jojen said softly looking down at the pattern on the table top.
"Alright." Bran decided to see how far they were willing to go with this farce. "I will test you. Say I believe you. Tell me something that is going to happen. Something that you have no possible idea of what is going on. If it does I will believe you." Bran said. He was skeptical, but he would give them a chance to prove themselves.
Jojen closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. His face was slack. "Who do you want me to see?" Jojens voice was low.
"Arya." Bran said the first name that came into his head. He chose her because she was always constant. She never did anything to unpredictable. She was his ace in the hole.
Jojen sat for a while with that strange look on his face. His eyes were opened, but they had a glazed quality to them. Then things got strange. His eyes started to dart around in his head. They were all over the place. Bran shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This was either a show, or they had been telling him the truth. He really was seeing the future. Then Jojen spoke. His voice was low and strained. Bran scooted closer to hear what he was saying.
"She is at a party. She is drinking. There is a guy there, more then one who want her. She is being watched. She is watching others. She is angry and scared. Someone is angry with her. She will argue with someone. She runs into the backyard. More fighting. She is kissing someone. Her best friend finds her. The kiss stops and she is ashamed. She runs into the house and cries." Jojens eyes flicker opened. He is pale and looks like he is high.
Their food came and Bran doesn't know what to say to Jojen. Bran knows his sister. This sounds nothing like Arya. She never drinks. And she has never shown interest in guys. That was never going to happen. He watched as the Reeds sit there eating their food. They were acting like this was nothing new, like what Jojen just did normal. Have some kind of fit before them was nothing new. He picked up a French fry and took a bite thinking about what Jojen had said was going on with his sister some more. He knew that Myrcella liked that guy Gendry and that they were all together. Then he thought of the way that Aegon guy had been sniffing around her. Not to mention the two toned haired guy Robb had mentioned to him who was into their sister as well. If Robb got this information from Jon, than it came from Arya. Maybe this could happen. Things in the South were different for them all. Who knows what really could happen? But there was no way that Arya was drinking and kissing someone. That was just not her style.
"We will see what happens." Bran said. He shrugged and the Reeds looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Apparently he said the right thing and they relaxed. But he gad not and his reserve held things back.
They went back to eating. The mood was a little strained. The food was great, that was the best part of the whole evening. So far.
"So how about what we did in theater today? I like learning about fake slapping. It was therapeutic to get to smack my brother around a little and not get in trouble ." Meera said trying to lighten the mood.
It worked. Bran started laughing and they shifted into a comfortable conversation about normal things instead of the crazy ideas and harebrained thoughts of seeing thru future. Bran ended up telling them funny stories about his brothers. He had a lot of material, so they were able to laugh all night. Despite the weird I can see the future thing, Bran had an amazing night. He felt closer to these new friends than he had to the people be had grown up with. He let his true self shine. He was able to be a know it all and the Reeds kept up with him. He had never had fries ds who could do that with him back home. Life South was not going to be dull, that is for sure.
Arya
Arya was never a drinker, ever. She had seen how it made her brothers act like jackasses and she didn't want to act like one. But after what Hot Pie told her she decided to give it a try. She first tried a wine cooler and was a fan, so she downed it quick. Next she tried a beer and hated it. Thoros laughed for ten minutes after her first sip where she choked on it while trying to spit it out at the same time. Beric took pity on her and went and found her a fruity drink. It was better. She didn't even taste the alcohol in it. He called it a Screwdriver, which was right up her ally.
Her three admirers watched her drinking her drink's with unmasked unhappiness and disapproval. But fuck that. She had moved to the South to try new things. She was going to have fun for gods sake. Arya turned her attention to watching the three men who wanted her now in a way she had not before. She watched Myrcella flirt with Aegon right in front of Gendry and Gendry couldn't care less. He was to busy glowering at Jaqen. Jaqen was busy being charming with everyone around him to even care. Fine, if they were to busy to notice her she would just have fun. So that's what she did.
Arya was feeling her buzz from the wine cooler and the screwdriver that she had drank and sauntered over to Gendry. She was sick of his foul mood. She wanted everyone around her to be having as much fun as she was. And Gendry was the best bet of having more fun. So she took a chance and went to him.
"Hey there. Want to dance?" She bobbed around with a weird feeling of freedom inside her.
"Sure." Gendry said. He still scowled, but she was willing to try to get him to give one of her knee melting smiles he was good at giving her. It worked and her stomach summersaulted.
They walked out to the area that people were dancing and started to sway to the music together. She grinned her ass against him, and his hands were all over her body, but never touching anything that was inappropriate. He was a true gentleman. She liked the way they played with each other. She was now doing something she had never done before. She felt free and that had a lot to do with Gendry pressed against her.
"Have I told you that you are the sexiest piece of beef cake that I have ever seen?" Arya said touching his arm and running her hand up to his chest.
Gendry stood stalk still. He had completely stopped dancing. She kept moving to the music. Arya had never felt this kind of control over a person before. She was in complete control of his stone body. She saw Gendrys Adams apple bob convulsively as she moved her nails over his chest.
"Arya what are you doing?" Gendry asked. His voice sounded uncertain. She knew that he liked that she was giving him this attention. Hell, she liked giving into him. Out of the three guys Hot Pie had enlightened her to Gendry felt the best to true things with. Dancing was one of the ways she wanted to try and break out of her box. It was not like she was going to do anything with him. She was just feeling free for the first time.
"I am trying to enjoy the party." She purred.
Arya laughed and sauntered away and went to look for another one of the fruity drinks that she was enjoying so much. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Gendrys mouth was slightly opened. In the kitchen she found what she was looking for in the fridge. It was a wine cooler called Slippery Nipple. Sure, that sounded right up her ally. It was just touching her lips and the first drop was going down her throat when the bottle was taken from her mouth.
"Arya this is enough." The bottle that she was holding was taken from her hand. "This is not okay. This is not you." Gendry was standing beside her. For the first time she saw the anger in his eyes. Some spark of her brain realized that she had fucked up.
She looked down and that was a mistake. It was her turn to swallow and she let her gaze spring back up to his eyes. But then her anger came up.
"How dare you take that away from me?" She lunged for the bottle.
"Tough shit Arya. You are done drinking." There was a finality in his voice that was beyond commanding. It was final.
"Like hell I am." Arya went for another bottle from the fridge. It was snatched out of her hand again.
"You are." He grabbed her arm and went over to the backdoor out of the kitchen so that they wouldn't make a scene. "Now you better tell me what the hell is going on with you. The Arya I know would not make a spectacle of herself like this."
"I just want to have a good time. I want to be young and stupid while I am young and stupid. And you don't know shit about me. I mean I have been here about a week. You know nothing." Arya snapped.
"Well snap the hell out of it. You are better then this Arya." He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.
She felt her body bounce and sway as he shook her. When he stopped she looked up into his eyes. He was not looking at her face; he was looking at her chest. In a surge of impulsivity she shot up her hand and grabbed his neck and pulled his down and kissed him. She had never kissed a guy the way that she was kissing Gendry. She used her whole body to kiss him. Her hands, lips, tongue even her teeth.
Gendry moaned softly in her mouth as they fought to see who was going to be in control of the kiss as it deepened. She let her hands slip under his shirt and his hands went from her shoulders down to her waist. Gendrys hands grazed her breasts on their way to her waist. Gendry let Arya take control to their kiss. She lost herself in the sensation of him. Every thrust of his tongue, every stroke of his hands one her, made her want more. And she give more.
Her hands traveled all over his back and she felt his muscles contract under her fingertips. Then right as she felt Gendrys hand travel back up her body on their way to her chest there was a slam from behind her. She broke from the kiss and spun around to see Myrcella standing in the doorway with Aegon beside her. Gendrys hands fell away from her, like she was fire itself. She stumbled away from Gendry and went to the house in a blind haze. She brushed past the two in the doorway. She was crying when she ran right into the chest of Jaqen. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her.
"Arya what is the matter?" He looked at the tears streaming down her face. He looked concerned and worried.
"I kissed Gendry and Myrcella and Aegon saw us. I think I just did something that she will never forgive me for. My best friend here and I betrayed her in a haze of drunken stupidity." She slid her hands around his waist and he held her to him.
"It is alright lovely girl. Myrcella will understand." Jaqen said to the top of her head. "Now I think you need some water. Come on. Once we get some water into you let's go find your friends."
He wiped the tears from her face with a tenderness that made Arya look into his face. There was kindness there, but desire as well. Arya noticed that his eyes stayed on her swollen lips. Then he ever so softly ran a finger along them. She closed her eyes. His touch felt so good to her. When the warm presence was removed she opened her eyes to find herself alone in a hallway. She decided she did need that water, so she went and found some. Once she had water in her system, not just booze she went in search of Hot Pie. He would know what to do. Because she sure as hell didn't.
Sansa
As she let herself be led onto the dance floor she couldn't stop herself from looking behind her at Sandor. He stood there in a sea of people, an island unto himself. She couldn't stop looking at him when she had the opportunities to do so. She always found herself looking at him when ever she could. The worst times were when they both had their physical education class. They were on opposite sides of the gym, but her eyes always found him. His body was amazing. When he was lifting weights and without a shirt he reminded her of Perseus. He was the Greek myth brought to life. Even with his scars she was unable to tear her eyes from him. She had one embarrassing moment last week on the balance beam. She had been looking at Sandor and watching his body move when she lost her footing on the beam and fell off. She looked up and met his eyes. They were full of concern for her. Then she heard Joffery braying like an ass from where he was working out and her heart sank. Everyone had seen. But only Sandor's look had mattered to her.
She tore her eyes from Sandor and looked at Joffery. He was clinging and grabbing on to her in a possessive manner that made her want to slug the worm. He pulled her to him. Then he said in a very slobbery voice that he wanted to dance. He expected her to dance on him! The nerve. She was peeved to say the least. But she did what he had demanded. She had to keep him happy to get the crown. So she danced. She figured what the hell. The music was good and there was something in the atmosphere of the gathering that made her go with it. She hoped that Sandor was watching her. He couldn't help it, she was dancing for him.
When the song stopped Joffery said he wanted a drink so they left the dance floor and went over to the bar. He made himself a Jack and Coke and one for Sansa as well. While he was looking at his friend Sansa switched the drink for a normal cola and pretended to be drinking with him. She hated the taste of alcohol and wouldn't even try it for him.
"So Sansa, how do you like the party?" Joffery slurred.
"It is fantastic Joffery, I am greatly enjoying myself." Sansa lied.
In truth she was having a horrible time. She was not enjoying getting pawed on by a creep. But the looks that she was getting from the other girls were worth it. She knew that the girls around her wanted to be her. It was made even more apparent when Joffery gave her a present. It was a necklace.
"I want my girl to wear something as beautiful as she is. My mother thinks that this would look good on you." He said choking her trying to fasten it onto her neck.
"Thank you Joffery. This is magnificent." She said as he was finally able to fasten it and she was able to breathe again.
"Is this official enough for you?" He sneered. There was something frightening about the way he was looking at her. It made her want to run as fast and as far from him as she could. But she didn't.
"Yes Joffery. It is." She tried to kiss his cheek, but he tried to kiss her on the mouth and stick his tongue down her throat. She tactfully pushed him away and was grateful when Margery came and rescued her to dance with the girls. She jumped at the opportunity.
The rest of the party was full of Sansa being told to dance and Joffery drinking and groping her. Finally before midnight she saw Sandor for the first time since they had gotten to the party and parted ways. He looked like he was miserable. He walked over to where Joffery and a few of the other football players were sitting. He looked board. Sansa made the decision to leave as he sat down. At the end of the song she would go tell Joffery that she had to leave. She let herself get lost in the music for the last time. She imagined that she was not there dancing at Jofferys insistence; she was not dancing on a crowded dance floor. She was alone dancing for herself. She was swaying and her body was pulsating with the beat of the music. But she was kidding herself, she was dancing for Sandor.
When the song ended she opened her eyes and looked over to where Joffery was sitting. He looked like he was in need of female attention. She did not want to be the one to give him that attention. Then she looked over at Sandor behind him. He looked like he was sinking under a wave, and she hoped it was a wave of desire. She wanted to throw him a life boat. She walked over to them and smiled at Joffery.
"Joffery I think it is time that I get home. My curfew is almost up." Sansa said. She smiled at him and tried to look sad that she had to leave so early.
"Okay Sansa. But first I want a kiss. I deserve one after that necklace that I shelled out the money for." He grabbed her and roughly pulled her to him. He latched his mouth on hers and she felt revulsion shoot down her body. He clutched her to him as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hand crept to her ass and he was groping her.
The kiss didn't end soon enough for her. She wanted to wipe her mouth in disgust but held herself back. She smiled and acted like she enjoyed the kiss.
"Now get out of here girl. Don't want your father getting worried." He said giving her a pat on the ass.
"Alright Joffery." Her voice was meek. It was the way he wanted her, meek and helpless.
She looked at Sandor. He nodded his head and turned to walk away from the party. Sansa followed him to his car.
Sandor opened his passenger door for her and she slid into the seat.
"Do you really have to be home now or did you just say that to get away?" Sandor asked as he took his place behind the drivers seat.
"I don't have to be home until one. I just wanted to get out of here." Sansa admitted. "I don't know why but I find myself telling you the truth no matter what it is." She blushed and was thankful the car was dark.
She smiled at him. He gave her a lopsided smile in return. He started the car and turned it onto the road. He was not heading to her house, but away from the city and up into the hills.
"Where are we going?" Sansa asked.
"I have a feeling that you missed the stars. They won't be as bright as at your house up North, but they will shine for you." Sandor said. He knew her, really knew her. She had been missing the stars. Star gazing was her secret passion back home. Then she remembered an off hand comment she had made one day at lunch about missing stars. He had noticed it and remembered.
Her smile deepened and she sat in contentment as they drove away from the lights of the city into the country. This night was turning around for sure.
Myrcella
She had defiantly felt no greater thrill in her life as she had riding on the back of the motorcycle. There was something exhilarating and breath snatching exciting about it. She had held onto Aegons waist as they were zipping around to get to the house that the party was at. She might have even held on to tightly to Aegon. But the ride had been amazing. She had forgotten that she was supposed to be thinking a way to get Gendry to like her. She had forgotten that she was sad that she could see Gendry falling for her best friend. All she felt was the power of the bike underneath her and the strong solid man in her arms. For a moment she let her mind think it was Gendry that she was holding. But her bubble was busted when they stopped at a light.
"Do you like the ride so far?" Aegon asked. He had to yell over the roar of his bike.
"Yeah. I really am. This thing feels like there is a lot more power to it then you are letting it show. I really would like to see what this thing could do." Myrcella said speaking truthfully.
"We could do that. How about next weekend? I have nothing to do then. Except rehearsal with the guys. You can come to that to if you want." Aegon said. She didn't know if he was asking her out on a date or as a friend, so she just went with it.
"I would like that." Myrcella said as the light changed to green and off they sped off into the night.
They made it to the party. They pulled up first and she had no idea what to say next. She had just agreed to go out on a date with Aegon. Her mind was spinning. Did that mean she was giving up on Gendry? Before she could answer that question Arya and the guys pulled up and they all got out of the car. Thoros and Beric were joking and messing around on their way up to the door.
Myrcella tried to flirt with Aegon and he still seemed willing to receive her attention so she tried to keep it up to see how Gendry reacted.
"Aegon that was ssooo much fun. I really enjoyed it. Maybe you could teach me how to drive it someday." Myrcella said. She shot a look at Gendry as she said it. He didn't take the bate.
When they got there the door it was opened by a guy that Myrcella knew from the art class that Arya had. His name was Jaqen and he was very attractive, and very interested in Arya. Is there no guy in Kings Landing High School that didn't like Arya Stark!
"Hello lovely girl. I am very pleased that you could make it."
"Jaqen is this your party?" Arya asked. Myrcella was surprised to see how dumb her friend was acting. Did she not realize this guy liked her?
"It is. I just received word that our valiant Knights have just won their game." He shouted to the crowd in his house. There was a hoot and then most of the people in the living room rushed to the kitchen for shots. "And who are all these people that you have here with you?" Jaqen indicated to the group ringed around her once the volume level made it possible to talk without shouting.
"These are my friends. Myrcella, Hot Pie, Thoros, Beric, Aegon and Gendry." Arya introduced her friends.
Jaqen nodded his head at the names that were indicated. From the back of the group Myrcella could see the daggers the guys glares were throwing at Jaqen. Even the ones who didn't have designers on Arya were not pleased with Jaqen. Beric, trying to be a good guy was trying to defuse the situation.
"Hey man, thanks for throwing this party. It lookers like it is going to rock. Too bad you didn't want some really good live music. We would have played here. You have a great turn out." Beric said, walking forward, slightly pushing Arya behind him.
Well this was different. Myrcella thought. All the guys were protecting the Northern bumpkin.
"Alas I did not know you would be coming to my party. If I would have, I would have asked." Jaqen looked at the assembled men protecting him from Arya. "But since you are here, I open my house to you. Dance, drink and enjoy the party."
Myrcella watched as Jaqen, Aegon and Gendry all had a show down as to who was the top guy there using glares and body language. Aegon backed down first. He turned and looked at Myrcella. He had a slightly confused look on his face. It was if he was seeing her for the first time. She looked at him. There was something different between them after that bike ride. But she pushed that idea away. She liked Gendry, she wanted Gendry.
Once the pissing contest was over between Gendry and Jaqen she started looking around the party. Arya dragged Hot Pie away and Thoros went with Gendry. Beric was there laughing with Jaqen. They were laughing and smiling. Myrcella didn't know anyone else so she stuck by Aegon.
"Do you know anyone here?" She asked. She was nervous. She never had to deal with this feeling at a party at her house. If things got to be to weird she went to her room. Here she could not do that. So Aegon was her safety belt.
"A few, but I don't want to go say hi to them. Lets go see what is going on." Aegon said grabbing her hand and leading was her over to the hallway, deeper into the house.
They found a room that had a gaming system and big TV set up. There was no one in the room. Aegon decided to check out what was what, as he put it. He gave a small whistle.
"This is all pretty expensive stuff." Aegon said. He was hunched dow looking at the equipment practically drooling over it. Marcella had to smile. She was okay with being ignored by a hot guy for electronics.
"I know what I like. Do you want to play?" Jaqen said from the doorway. Myrcella jumped at the sound of his voice. She was unaware that he had even been there.
"That would be really cool man." Aegon said. Myrcella watched as they played a racing game and Aegon won. They were laughing as they left the gaming room. Jaqen might be weird, but get him away from Arya he was pretty cool.
When they got back to the main room they found Arya with a drink in her hand. Myrcella was shocked to see Arya drinking. She headed over to where the other guys were at and picked right back up flirting with Aegon in front of Gendry. She found that she enjoyed Argon's wit and the way that he flirted back. She was having a good time at the party. They were talking about games, something thanks to Tomen she knew a lot about. Then there was something different. Hot Pie and Thoros stopped talking. She turned over and looked at what was causing everyone to stop talking.
Arya was with Gendry and they seemed to be dancing. But it was more than dancing. They were moving together as if they were made for each other. She watched as Arya took a large swig of her drink. Then Arya laughed at something and walked away into the kitchen, Gendry followed. Myrcella did not like the look in Gendry's eye. She had seen it all her life on her father's face and then in Jofferys. It was the same look they got right before they hurt someone, either with words or their hands. She started to follow when she felt a hand on her arm. Aegon was holding her back.
"Let them go for the time being Myrcella. We can go see what is going on in a moment. Let them talk." Aegon said. He was calm and was trying to soothe her, as of he knew what she was feeling.
"He looked like he was going to slap her. I will not let that happen. It is not her fault; you can't let him hit her. I have seen the look on someone else's face before, right before things go bad. I will not let that happen to Arya." She struggled to break free of Aegon. He held her arm tight, but not to tight. Just enough to keep her back.
"Hold on Myrcella. Whatever he is feeling he won't do anything. All he wants to do is talk to her. He is really confused at the moment." Aegon said. "I don't really blame him. Arya Stark is a little unnerving. There is something about her. But don't you worry about Gendry. Myrcella is everything okay at your house?" He had picked up on the one thing she had been hiding for so long. Something no one bothered to ask about any more.
Myrcella blinked a few times and felt the tears prickle at her eyes. She had never been asked point blank about what happened at her house. She didn't know if she was supposed to talk about what goes on behind the closed doors of The Red Keep. Her father was a drinker and her mother was strict with her. They fought all the time and she knew that her father hit her mother when no one was around. Then there was Joffery. He was evil, just pure unadulterated evil. He hit her and Tommen, all the time. He caused them to think horrible things and feel that way too. But how could she tell this to Aegon?
"Well if you lived with Joffery how do you think life is like?" Myrcella said. The first tears softly fell from her eyes. She had not meant to say that. She knew she was going to be in trouble. No one ever believed her. Why tell this boy, now?
"Come on Myrcella, lets go to the bathroom." He led her to the one off the kitchen. He was gentle and kind. There was no judgment from him, just concern.
Aegon sat her down on the toilet and handed her some tissue for her eyes.
"Is it really that bad at your house Myrcella? You can talk to me you know." Aegon was leaning against the wall watching her.
"Some times. Joffery gets angry easily. I think Tommen and I are easy targets, well not as easy as the staff. But he does hit us sometimes." Myrcella confessed.
"I am so sorry Myrcella. Is there anything that I can do for you?" Aegon had knelt down so they were eye level and took her hands in his. She felt calmed by his touch.
Myrcella gave a smell sad smile.
"No it is alright. It doesn't happen as often as it used to. I have never told anyone about it before. I am just really thankful that you asked me. And you didn't laugh at me when I told you. Or tell me I was making it up. I tried to tell someone once. I was seven. It was a teacher. She laughed at me. After that I didn't tell anyone about him hitting me. It just feels better getting it off my chest." She looked deep into his eyes. They were the most amazing shade of lavender she had ever seen. He really was some one she had over looked.
She stood up and kissed his cheek. She watched as his cheeks turned red.
"Now that you are all calmed down do you want to go get a soda?" Aegon said. He was still blushing from her kiss and she was pleased by his reaction to her.
"Sure. Then can we go get some air outside?" She needed a deep breath of clean air to clean her head.
"Anything that you want I will try to give you, you will have it. Come on." Aegon took her hand again and they went out into the kitchen.
They grabbed themselves sodas and went out to the side door that lead to the backyard. As soon as she hit the screen door she took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Aegon took her hand and pulled her out further onto the porch. She opened her eyes and started to say thanks for all the help Aegon had given her. Then they both stopped. Arya was kissing Gendry. She was really kissing him and he was kissing her back. Aegon turned and looked at Myrcella and she looked at him. They had a moment of defeat; the people that they both liked were standing there in the moonlight making out. But for some odd reason Myrcella was not as heartbroken as she always figured that she would be.
Then Arya noticed them. She broke away from a shocked Gendry and ran to the screen door. Myrcella was shocked into immobility. She did not know what to do. Gendry had been the object of her desire for so long, but he had not shown her half as much attention to her as Aegon had in the last hour. She shot him a look. Aegon's face was a mask of cool indifference. He didn't show that he was sad or angry at having caught Arya and his best friend making out. So she decided if he could do it so could she.
"Well that was different. Now what?" Myrcella asked, looking to Aegon for direction.
"We move on. They were not the people we were meant to be with." He took a step closer to her and brushed her way ward hair away from her eyes.
"So does that mean moving on?" She asked stepping closer to him. The front of their bodies were touching now. She looked into his eyes and she knew then that Aegon had been the one for her the whole time. She just had been blinded by lust to notice it. She smiled at him, took his hand and took him in the house. They needed to check in with their friends and figure out how they were getting home. It was getting late and Myrcella didn't want to get in trouble.
Once they found their friends all she could ask was one question. "What now?"
Gendry
Gendry looked at the two people on the pourch and felt like he had a stone tied around his neck and had been thrown into a rushing river. He had been so angry that he had not been thinking. Arya was the only person who could make him loose his iron control he usually had over his temper. Watching that asshole Jaqen flirt with Arya had set him on edge. Watching her drink had pissed him off. Then when she was dancing with him she had not really understood the effect she had on him. He had a growing erection the entire time Arya had been pressed against him.
Wen she sauntered out of the room and he followed her he was ready for a fight. From what he had seen of Arya Stark she never backed down from a fight. When he took her outside he was ready for anything. Except for what had really happened. She had kissed him. And it was more than a kiss. It was pure magic. He was everything and nothing at the same time.
He wanted to do so much. He wanted to feel their skin touching, naked together. Gods she had fit perfectly agnist him. Once the kiss got good and heavy everything stopped. Aegon and Myrcella were there, looks of horror on their faces. Arya reacted like she was scared. She bolted from him. Ran into the house. Gendry did not want to go in yet and face her or his friends yet, so he walked to a swing in a dark corner of the yard. That is where Jaqen found him. He was the last person Gendry wanted to talk to.
"What the fuck do you want?" Gendry did not try to hide his contempt.
"I am checking on you. It is my job as host to make sure all my guests are alright." Jaqen said as he leaned against the tree and took a cigarette from a pack in his pocket, offering one to Gendry.
"I don't smoke." He said, shaking his head at the offer. "What do you really want?"
"I wanted to warn you to stay away from Arya. She is something special and does not need the likes of you in her life." The tip of the smoke blazed to life and Jaqen took a long drag off of it.
"That's rich, I was going to tell you the same thing." Gendry gave a slight smile. "So I guess this is the part where we dual to the death."
"Something like that." Jaqen tossed his cigarette away and stood up straight. "But I would like to tell you to really stay away from her."
"Well," Gendry said, standing from the swing and turning to face the other man. "I have the same thing to say to you. Stay the hell away from her."
"That will not be happening. One way or another she will be mine. It is destined to happen. You are a nothing and a nobody. She needs a real man. I am that man." Jaqen had taken a step closer to Gendry and thanks to the girl they were discussion he was ready for a fight. His hands were close into fists and he wanted nothing more than to punch the pretentious dick before him.
"Gendry! Come inside. Hot Pie is dancing and its a sight to be seen for sure." Thoros called out onto the yard.
"Well I guess we will have to finish this talk later. Your friends are calling you." Jaqen walked past him, bumping his shoulder into his. The impact staggered Gendry, but he fought to control his anger. There would be other days to fight.
"Before you go just remember if she picks one of us, its her choice. There is nothing that you or I can do, if she picks the other." Gendry said to the mans back.
"That's where you are wrong. If its not me I will not go quietly onto the night. So try and woo her, but know that no matter what you do, I will have her."
Gendry was left alone in the yard. He took a deep calming breath and prepared himself. Gendry was going to go I to that house, with his friends and the girl he was falling for and act like nothing had happened. He needed a drink, but he was the driver. Fuck, life was so complicated.
Sandor
He drove to his families' property just outside of town, with Sansa sitting next to him. He did not know what had caused him to think Sansa wanted to see the stars. She had made a comment about stars last week and it stuck with him. Sandor gazed at stars all the time. He wanted to see something that calmed him down and made him happy. When he had been a child he had loved to lie on his back and gaze at the start. He used to make up his own constellations. Then as he grew older he learned the real ones. He knew that if people found out that he was an armature astronomer that he would be made fun of. He was taking a big chance sharing this with Sansa. He knew that she would appreciate it, so he was willing to chance it, for her.
They drove onto the back of his property and there were no trespassing signs hung up all over. Sansa looked nervous. He didn't know if it was because she was with him, in a place that was unknown to her or because it was late. Or maybe she didn't like breaking rules.
"Are we trespassing? Can't we get in trouble if we are caught?" She looked over at him worried.
He gave a soft chuckle. She really didn't like bending the rules. "No. We are not trespassing. My family owns this property. I come up here all the time and look at the stars. I used to do it when I was a kid with my mom."
He did not know why he had said that last bit about his mom. He never talked about her. But Sansa was not just anybody. He could tell her things.
"Oh well I am glad we won't be getting in trouble." Sansa said. She looked at him and Sandor had a very strong urge to take her hand. Not only was she attractive, but she was smart and her presence soothed the usual anger and discontent he always felt. Instead of wanting to destroy something he just wanted to hold someone.
They drove through the trees until they were no longer under their cover. He stopped the car at the clearing that he gazed at the stars in. He got out of the car and went to open Sansas door and held his hand out to help her out. She kept her hand in his because the ground was uneven and she was unsure of her footing.
She stumbled and almost fell. Sandor caught her and she clung to him. Her hands were on his chest, her fingers splayed across his muscles. He took a deep breath and set her upright. She giggled and took his arm as they walked to where Sandor was leading them.
"Can you stay here Sansa? I will not be gone long. I just want to get the blanket out of my trunk so we can recline on it to see the stars." Sandor said. He always kept a blanket in his car. It was an old quilt. There was also a candle and matches, so he decided to grab that as well. He didn't want Sansa to trip again.
"Sure, but hurry. I am not a fan of the dark." Sansa said. He smiled, she just told him she was afraid of the dark. Good thing he had the candle.
Sandor went to get the blanket from trunk, the candle tucked securely under his arm. He returned to Sansa and put the blanket down on the ground. He situated the candle safely on the ground and struck a match to light it. The light was soft and muted. Sansa looked down at the blanket and then at him. Sansa sat down first looking up at Sandor expectantly. He sat beside her. They were now in an awkward silence. They had never had one before. He did not understand why. He was trying to remember if anything had changed during the week. Then he noticed shine from around Sansa's neck. It was a necklace. It had not been there before they had gone to Jofferys party. He knew what this meant. Joffery was marking his territory. She was now officially with Joffery. That was what was different. Well this was something he had been expecting. So he tried to get the strange feeling that hung over them.
"So are there any constellations that you want to see?" Sandor asked.
"Um I would love to see Perseus and Andromeda." Sansa said in a small voice.
"Are you a fan of their myth?" He asked as he leaned back to get a better view of the sky.
"Yes." Sansa said.
Sansa leaned completely back as well. Her head was resting very close to his. He could smell her hair. He was distracted with the idea of running his hands in her hair. Then he noticed the heat her body was giving off next to him. Then he noticed her shiver and realized that she was still in her cheer uniform and must be cold. He sat up and so did she. They looked at each other and he just silently took off his jacket and handed it to her then lay back down and got to the star gazing. She put it on and laid back down again, this time with her head resting on his left arm, so she could see what he was pointing out.
"Well that one there is Cassiopeia, Andromeda's mother. Over there is Perseus, and that is Andromeda." His hand flew from constellation to constellation. It did not take him that long to find them. They were some of his favorite ones to find because they had been his mothers.
"Um I do believe you but I do not see them." She said. She sounded angry at herself.
"Oh. I have an idea. My mom would do this with me to show me the constellations as a child. Sit up and slide over here." He sat up. Sansa did the same. He patted the ground right between his legs. She slid into the spot he indicated. He took her hand and she leaned against his chest to be able to see the sky at the right angle. He picked up her hand and traced the constellations for her. First Perseus, than Andromeda.
"Now I see them. Thank you Sandor. How about Pegasus? And Cetus. Where are they?" Sansa asked with a child like glee in her voice. She cuddled deeper into him, pulling him around her body, as if unconsciously. Sandor felt his cock twitch.
Sandor stayed looking at the sky. He was unsure for the first time in his memory where the constellations were. All he was aware of was Sansas body pressed against him. He could feel himself growing with need. He knew that if she stayed there it would be in an even more uncomfortable position for him then it already was. But he didn't want it to end.
He cleared his voice and looked up at the stars and tried to clear his mind. He needed to find the constellations for Sansa. He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath. He put his face back next hers and they looked up at the stars. Then he pointed the designs out for her. It amazed him that his scared face was pressed to her perfect one and she didn't move, she didn't mind. He pointed out Pegasus and then Cletus for her. Her excitement was growing with each wave of their joined hands. She fired off more and more constellations to find and with each one he showed the more she relaxed until he was pressed snuggle against him, as if she was made for him.
"They are so beautiful. I have always wanted to learn these constellations. I have always loved the story. I truly have. About love over coming all odds. There is something about it that has always resonated with me. I always felt bad for Andromeda when she was chained to the rock because of her mother. Some times I can relate with her. Having a domineering mother is not an easy thing." Sansa said. He detected a bitterness in her voice he had never heard before.
"I have always liked how Perseus saved her. It was something that I have always liked about it. When I was small and my sister was alive, we would act out their story. But it was usually my father in the place of the evil parent. I would save my sister and she would thank me with lemon cakes she and my mother would make. Those are some of my best memories." Sandor said. Again he told her things he never had told another living soul. They just sat together for a moment after his confession.
"What time is it? I have to be home by one. When we left the party it had just turned midnight." Sansa said with shock.
"Late. We should be going then." Sandor and Sansa got up from the ground, gathered the blanket and left the candle because it had burned out and then walked to the car. She held onto his arm and they got back into the car and drove her home. Sandor smiled, the night had become something that he would always remember. He had shown the girl of his dreams the stars, and she became his world.
A/N So this one I will say I have added a whole new POV in this chapter. There is a new Gendry chapter here and I hope you all like it. Review? Okay there, done.
