"Arya! There is a boy here for you!" Rickon's voice called up the stairs and reached Arya where she sat in her bedroom applying an extra coat of red lipstick. The days between her coffee date and Friday night had dragged on terribly with Arya's excitement at a second date with Gendry; she had been preparing herself for hours, deciding what clothes to wear and how to do her hair. "Mum doesn't like how he looks; I can hear her telling Dad!" Rickon yelled again. Oh god. Arya shook her hair out and took a final look in the mirror.

Her outfit was meticulously planned to look as if she had just thrown it together, but in a sexy kind of way. She wore her tightest skinny jeans to display what little curves she possessed and a bright red bralet top that revealed her flat stomach and zipped up at the front. Her hair was a mess as ever, but she sort of liked it; it was like her. On her feet were the docs that she always wore, she knew most girls wore heels on a night out and god knew she needed the extra height, but Arya had never perfected walking in the things so she decided to play it safe.

When she was satisfied with her appearance she headed downstairs and was greeted by a gasp from her mother.

"Arya Stark! You're not seriously wearing that out for that boy?" Why did all her family say boy like that? He had a name; they just clearly hadn't bothered asking it. Her eyes travelled over Arya's skimpy top and widened until Arya was forced to fold her arms over her bare skin.

"Yes I am, Mum," She replied with a roll of her eyes and pushed past her mother. "And his name is Gendry,"

"Well where is he taking you? Is he going to keep you safe?" Catelyn hurried after her daughter spewing questions but Arya was only half paying attention.

"I'll see you later, Mum, I'll be good," She turned and kissed Catelyn on the cheek before heading into the hall. Rickon was holding the door open and having an animated discussion with Gendry about Mario Kart.

"Come on, Rick, time for me to go," Arya tousled the boy's hair and slipped him a fiver with a wink. She had always had a soft spot for Rickon. "Don't tell Mum," she mouthed before she closed the door behind her and could address Gendry at last.

"Hey," She breathed, he looked gorgeous as he always did.

"Hey," He grinned back pulling her in for a kiss by her waist. "Ready to go?" He asked her and nodded towards the black motorcycle parked in the drive. Arya's bottom lip dropped in her gape; it was a beautiful vehicle, sleek and stunning like the owner.

"Hell yeah," She let him tow her to it and fasten a heavy helmet over her head and then another over his own. He straddled the bike with ease, leaving Arya to awkwardly clamber on behind him; she tried to make it look easy and sexy like he had but her legs were too short and she was ungainly by nature. She managed it in the end, but when she finally sat upon it she felt unsteady as if she would fall off at any moment; and that was when they were still, she dreaded to think about how she would fare when they started to drive. Oh well, she thought, at least it would give her an excuse to hold onto him.

She squeezed her thighs tight around his hips as he revved the engine and wrapped her arms around him so that she could clutch his chest. She heard him snort softly at her touch as they sped off and then the sound was lost in the wind that whipped through her clothes and battered her body. Arya wriggled her butt so that she was pressed even closer to him and she could cuddle up against his back.

"Calm down, Arya. I'm trying to drive!" Gendry called through his laughter when they slowed for a traffic light.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She yelled back, but it was only half true. It didn't take them long to reach the venue, but Arya could have happily stayed on that bike with him for a lot longer. It was exhilarating, and she wasn't sure what was better, the ride itself, or their proximity.

"Enjoy that?" Gendry asked as he helped her out of her helmet.

"It was great, thank you," She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss; it was the most tentative she'd been with him and the gesture left them both blushing.

"Come on then," Gendry took her hand, "We're a bit early 'cause we need to set up, so you can meet my band mates," The venue was small and shitty, as you'd expect; a community hall that had seen better days, but Arya could imagine it filled with people. At present there were only a handful of people in the room, a couple of girls who sat in the corner chatting amongst themselves, a group of guys who Arya assumed were a different band, judging by the guitars slung around their necks, and two boys setting up equipment who greeted Gendry with hoots and grins.

"Gendry!" One of them bounded forward to meet him, slapping him on the back before taking in Arya and narrowing his eyes with a sneer. "Oh, who's this?" He was tall and lanky with a mop of blonde hair over his face and jeans that clung to his long, skinny legs.

"Back off, mate," Gendry shoved his friend playfully. "This is Arya, Arya, this is Lommy," Lommy winked.

"Hello," Arya said quietly, folding her arms across herself. People always told her off for it when she was young, saying she came across as hostile. She didn't care.

"And this," Gendry pointed to the other boy who was tuning a guitar. "Is Hot Pie," The boy looked up at the mention of his name and gave a cheery wave.

"Hot Pie?" Arya scoffed and Gendry rolled his eyes.

"It's a nickname, yeah,"

"I can see that," Arya muttered under her breath and Gendry shushed her with his finger to her lips. Hot Pie was a round, dumpling of a boy which had clearly gained him his nick name. Arya couldn't decide which was worse; that or Arya Horse Face.

"I've got to go set up, our set is first, then there's another band," Gendry nodded to the guys a little away from them.

"Hurry back," Arya sighed happily into his chest as she hugged him and felt his laughter vibrate through her.

"Don't worry, if I don't keep an eye on you, someone else will sweep you off your feet and my bout of luck will be over,"

"You'll be the only one doing any sweeping, sir," Arya stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, ignoring the wolf whistles from behind them. When she had to pull away Arya leant against a wall, watching Gendry's arm muscles as he set up his drum kit; a perfectly acceptable activity in her opinion, she didn't even care if anyone saw her.

Eventually the room started to fill up and the lights went down as Gendry and his friends took to the stage, introducing themselves as The Fleabottoms, a horrific name in Arya's opinion, she would be sure to ridicule them for that later, but their band wasn't too bad. In fact they were pretty good, Lommy's singing voice was better than she'd expected, Hot Pie was skilled with his guitar and Gendry looked damn sexy on the drums. Arya cheered loudest when their set ended and blushed profusely when Gendry blew her a kiss.

"You were amazing," She leant up to talk in his ear, struggling to be heard over the next band's music after he came of stage. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her tight to him. His hair was wet with sweat but Arya didn't mind.

"No, you're amazing," He replied, "Want to catch that party?" Arya nodded as he kissed her brow. Her night was just beginning.