AN: Surprise, surprise. An update! (Yup, contrary to what you may think, I'm not dead yet. Lol.)

This was written in a similar vein to my one-shot "A Rush of Blood to the Head", and contains dorky and creepy Aegon. I repeat: Dorky and creepy Aegon. How I managed to turn a perfectly ordinary prompt into a wacko drabble, I don't even know...

For the prompt: Aegon is horrified at his own juvenile attempts to get Arya's attention.

As far as Myrcella was concerned, Rhaenys' younger brother Aegon was a 9.5 out of 10 on the hotness scale. He came from a perfectly good and well-respected family (never mind those rumors of his grandfather being a pyromaniac), was captain of the swim team at one of the most highly prestigious universities in the country, and was an all-around gentleman. (Myrcella was a living testament to this, since she had been the recipient of Aegon's good grace just four hours prior to dance rehearsal, wherein he'd saved her from what would have undoubtedly been a nasty ride on the back of Joff's car – her older brother had a thing for Swiss Army knives and BDSM toys, something Myrcella did not like to reminded of on a daily basis, thank you very much – by offering her a ride on his fancy new car.)

Of course, it also helped that Aegon was not terrible to look at. (No, scratch that, he was the very antithesis of terrible.) Although there was that one time back in high school when he'd foolishly dyed his hair blue, something Rhaenys liked to remind him of whenever Aegon felt like bitching to her about past grievances and Rhaenys' ever-increasing list of horrible life choices, it did not in any way diminish Aegon's popularity with the masses.

At one point in her life, Myrcella had been one of those ladies, but thankfully Trystane came along and saved her from having a one-sided romance with a guy who looked eerily like the man her mother once dreamed of marrying. Besides, she wasn't at all sure her friendship with Rhaenys would survive had she been foolish enough to pursue her friend's brother. Just the idea of telling Rhaenys that she and Cersei Lannister would have to be family was enough to give her nightmares. Myrcella was brave, true, but she was not that brave. So yes, thank god for Trystane.

Her mother would surely disagree – after all, she would have gladly sold her daughter to the Targaryens if it would mean Myrcella would stop fraternizing with the Martells – but as always, whenever the subject of Aegon Targaryen came around the dinner table, Myrcella was quick to make her point.

Aegon was a good guy and any girl would be luck to have him, that much Myrcella was certain of. However, he had one glaring flaw. The guy was hopelessly and completely in love with Arya Stark.

Aegon knew he was not supposed to bother her again to the point of risking being branded as a violet-eyed lunatic. After all, there were only so many times he could personally go up the counter and ask for a refill of coffee or a packet of sugar before someone grew tired of his obnoxious demands and banned him from the shop altogether.

By nature, he was not a demanding customer, but when the object of his affections worked in a coffee shop three times a week, Thursdays to Saturdays, from three in the afternoon to nine in the evening (god, Aegon could recite her schedule in his sleep), it was hard not to constantly look for ways to seek her attention.

For one thing, he always made sure his requests were directed at Arya rather than at her fellow Crossroads' employees, one of whom was a rosy-cheeked fellow named Hot Pie who was afflicted with a persistent need to snigger whenever Aegon so much as breathed air next to Arya.

Whenever that failed to grab her attention, or whenever her tall friend with the permanently grumpy look on his face felt like he'd already harassed Arya enough to the point of what is deemed more than normal in everyday society, Aegon would then offer his services to the shop. This would involve standing next to Arya behind the counter and, much to her consternation, charming the customers – mostly university students like him – into buying the recommended set meal of the day. Aegon liked to think that harmlessly flirting with the female customers made Arya jealous, but then again, with Arya, he can never be too sure.

Trystane liked to call his infatuation with the younger Stark girl the "Arya virus", something that provided a constant source of amusement to his Martell cousins whenever they ventured South to visit them at the Red Keep. Goods would be exchanged between the men – even the adults were not exempted – and based on the ever-present smirk on Uncle Obi's face, Aegon had reason to believe that betting on his doomed status as a bachelor was fast becoming his uncle's new lifeblood. Add that to Rhaenys' undisguised attempts to recruit their cousins in a mission aptly named Operation: Dragonwolf, and it would be enough to drive any sane person mad. Sometimes Aegon wondered how he was able to successfully survive these Targaryen-Martell family reunions with his head still intact.

But then again, he was just as crazy as his Martell cousins, even though most of the time he did not show it. It was an unwanted and unfortunate consequence of falling in love with a girl like Arya Stark. Girls like her, as his uncle's friend Tyrion liked to point out, ate men for breakfast and spat them out just as easily. But still, Aegon knew he had to try. (And by god, he tried.)

When he was twelve, the first memory he had of Arya was of her punching Joffrey Baratheon in the face in the middle of recess for daring to steal a kid's lunchbox. She was all scabbed knees and wild eyes and muddied clothes then – a thin slip of a girl who talked about honor and justice and the value of friendship as though she knew exactly what those words meant – and though Madame Mordane managed to stop the fight from escalating further, she was able to do more than verbally damage her opponent. By the time the Lannister boy ran away howling and sobbing, clutching his broken nose in agony, Aegon knew he was a goner. He had stared at Arya Stark with wide eyes, and in a voice that was equal parts wonder and equal parts arrogance, he'd then declared to her and to every kid on the playground that one day he would marry her.

Of course, nobody took him seriously. Not even when he showed up at her house one week later, laptop in tow, and gave her family an extremely detailed Powerpoint presentation enumerating the various reasons why he should be allowed to marry Arya. He remembered Catelyn Stark laughing at him fondly, Ned Stark looking torn between parental indignation and amusement, and Arya's siblings… No, Aegon would not go there. Some memories were best left alone.

Everyone thought his silly little crush on Arya would stop there, but they'd been wrong. At seventeen, Aegon had dyed his hair blue and joined a psychedelic rock band just because he'd heard that Arya was heavily into rock music at that time. Fortunately for his parents and the entire student body, all of whom had to suffer through his painful guitar solo at the school's annual fundraising party, his musical journey had only lasted two weeks, no thanks to lead singer Daemon Sand, who promptly kicked him out of the band with the excuse that he was stealing all the ladies. (Rhaegar had secretly sighed, patted his son on the back, and called him a true Targaryen once more.)

Then there was that time Aegon deliberately flunked High Valyrian class just so he could get Arya to tutor him. Never mind the fact that she was so much younger than him and that the idea ofhertutoringhimon an advanced AP class was laughable. And if his father scolded him so hard for getting bad grades that he won't even have time to cry out for mercy? So what? That was a price Aegon had been willing to pay.

By the time he went away to university, still without winning Arya's undying love and devotion, Aegon was feeling fairly confident that he would be able to forget her. But that was before he found out that Jon Stark would be his roommate. Jon Stark, whose desktop wallpaper was a picture of him and Arya hiking through the Eyrie. Jon Stark, who talked to Arya on the phone almost every day and kept Aegon informed of all things related to his long time crush. Jon Stark, who Arya visited every month, without fail, just so she could drag him – and Aegon, by virtue of his newfound friendship with her brother– downtown to eat sushi or play beer pong.

He'd almost sought shelter in Viserys' posh apartment near campus the moment he first saw Jon's tall frame standing on the threshold of his dorm room, his uncle's obsession with dragons and incestuous Greek mythology be damned. But in the end, Jon had proven himself a worthy roommate, and Aegon soon learned that he could be good company, provided he wasn't too busy threatening him if Aegon so much as looked at his sister funny.

But Aegon couldn't help it. Arya Stark was funny, smart, athletic, loyal, and… hell, she even worked part-time at a coffee shop just because her friend needed the extra help. What else could he possibly look for in a woman?

"Aegon, I swear to God, if you've come here again asking for another packet of sugar, I am going to strangle you with the ties of my apron and force feed you an entire bottle of insulin," Arya complained the minute she saw Aegon's familiar form approaching from the other side of the shop.

Oh, right. Aegon had almost forgotten how snarky she was.

He blushed a deep shade of red and fiddled with the straws on the counter, feeling like a child caught red-handed at a candy store. If Arya was anything at all like the kind of girls his Uncle Oberyn used to trick him into dating, maybe he could have said something along the lines of "feed me cake" or, you know, something equally suggestive and flirty. Maybe he could've even gotten rid of this stupid crush years ago and saved himself a lot of trouble. But as it was, there was no escaping the Arya virus. It was practically embedded in his DNA.

"Just another coffee, please," Aegon mumbled, trying hard not to look like he was admiring the way the fluorescent lights made Arya's hair shine from afar. God, he had it bad.

Arya rolled her eyes at him. "One coffee coming right up," she said in a bored tone. "Anything else I can get you?"

How about your heart? Aegon almost said out loud. But the thought of Arya pouring a steaming cup of coffee right in his face did not sound particularly appealing to him, so instead, he forced himself to bite his tongue and shake his head. Maybe next time.

From the other side of the Crossroads' coffee shop, half-hidden behind a pot of blooming roses and a tall tower of strawberry tarts, an elderly matron observed them with well-concealed exasperation. She shook her head as she poured her tea and bemoaned the fact that young people these days were such blustering, clueless fools. It was a pity, really.

And that boy. Such a pretty face… but by god, he was even more oafish than her late husband. And the girl certainly wasn't doing him any favors either. One would think that someone who had Brandon Stark for an uncle would have more insight into the art of love, but then again, perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. This was Ned Stark's daughter, after all.

Olenna's mind spun. Normally, she wouldn't concern herself with a Targaryen – madness tended to run in that family and she wanted no part in it – and yet looking at the poor boy a few feet from her, it was impossible not to feel pity for him.

She sighed. It had been a while since she last had a good challenge. She remembered the many hours she'd spent toiling over Margaery's complicated love affair with the Stark boy. Nowthathad been fun. But now with a wedding on the way, Willas' own engagement to Sansa Stark about to be announced, and her sweet darling Loras safely in the arms of his true love, Olenna had nothing else to do. She was, to put it simply,bored.

But maybe not for long, she mused as she watched the Targaryen boy make a complete fool of himself once more. Perhaps this latest development would provide a similar form of amusement for an old woman like her.Very well then, she decided as she reached for her phone.Rhaegar Targaryen, you better thank me for this.

Good evening, my dear, she began to type.I have heard the most delightful thing from my spies today. I trust Operation: Dragonwolf is still in motion? I would like to pledge my full support…

AN: Rest assured, I have not forgotten the rest of the prompts I still owe some of you. But due to my hectic schoolwork, updates will be sporadic at best. Sorry guys XD