Arya

She was still feeling strange from the talk that she had just had with her mother. She had talked about all the rules with Gendry. It had been an amazing talk. His biggest request was for her to wear her coveralls for shop class all the time with the zipper to her belly button. Like that would happen. She had always thought having a boyfriend would make the relationship different, but with Gendry they were still friends, so it wasn't that big of a deal like she thought.

She did not want to go have to break the news to Jaqen that she had chosen Gendry over him. She did not want to think about destroying her pleasure at using one of the most attractive men that she had ever met in person as a muse. She took her time getting ready. She wanted to look food, but not to good. She chose her outfit with care. Green skinny jeans, black ankle boots, white tee and a black leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back leaving her face clear. She decided to not put on much makeup, just some powder, mascara and Bert's Bees Chap Stick.

She went to the room next to hers and knocked on the door.

"Jon are you still able to come with me to get coffee with Jaqen?" She asked opening into the room.

"Yeah. I can get some reading done. I won't have to sit with you will I?" He knew that she would not care one way or another.

"No that's fine. Let's just go. I want to get this over with as soon as possible." She headed out of the room and down the hall. Jon had to scramble after her to keep up with her.

They got to the front door and they took their fathers car to the coffee shop. There were things that neither Stark could get used to in the South, traffic was one of them. If they would have been back home thing would have taken them fifteen minutes to get to where they were going. Being in LA it took the forty five minutes. They were both angry and agitated when they got to the place that Jaqen had asked to meet her. It then took the ten minutes to find parking. They decided to just park in a parking complex and it cost them thirteen bucks.

Arya was fuming by the time they got into the coffee shop. She spotted Jaqen in a corner booth in the back and waved. Jon hung back but whispered in her ear as he left her.

"I will be at the counter over there talking to the hot coffee girl. If you need me just flip your pony tail." Jon looked at his sister's face and was relieved to see that she had that look of determination in her eye that she used to get when Robb or Theon would tell her that she could not do something that they could.

"Always the protective brother." She laughed giving him a small shove.

"I did tell Gendry that I would watch out for you. And when I give my word I keep it." Jon could be too honorable for his own good sometimes and they both knew it.

She walked over to the counter and ordered a cup of hot water to make tea. She went and grabbed the first tea bag she saw and a hand full of sugar packets and went to get the conversation with Jaqen over with. She walked over to his table and set down her things on the opposite side of the table from him.

"Hello there lovely girl. You look good, as always." He stood when she was near and only took his seat when she did as well.

"Thank you. You look good yourself." She sat and stirred the sugar into the tea. She finally saw that it was a peach ginger tea and it smelled amazing. She let it cool and knew that she was stalling, so did Jaqen.

"Why did you ask me here Arya? And why does Jon keep looking our way?" Jaqen asked in a small voice.

"I have something to tell you. Something that you might not like." She was looking at her cup still stirring it around.

"You have finally made your choice and it is not me. That is what you have come here to tell me." He said looking at her. She looked up at him and his gaze locked on her eyes and held them.

"How did you know?" Arya whispered.

"I knew the moment you walked in. You looked slightly guilty and nervous. I knew that you had to have made a choice soon. I had hoped that it was going to be me." Jaqen's voice was small as he spoke.

"You are going to be leaving soon Jaqen. Three months is not long enough for me. I want a relationship, not a fling." She wrapped her hands around her cup warming her suddenly cold hands.

"Oh lovely girl, time is not an issue when the heart is pure and the intentions are passionate." He reached his hands across the table and used his finger to stroke her hand around the cup.

For some reason that she did not understand she kept her hand where they were and did not pull away from him. The conversation with her mom flashed in her mind and she could see those fingers stroking more then her hand and she could not stop the blush that colored across her face.

"I picked Gendry because he is going to be here with me. You are leaving Jaqen. I had to pick him." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

She did not know why she was saying these things. She liked Gendry. He was sweet, funny, handsome, smart, a great kisser. He was the total package. Hell he even worked on cars and smelled good. He made her feel desired and safe and wanted. That was more then she could ask for.

But looking at Jaqen across the table she could see clearly what she was giving up. She was letting go of tenderness and romance and beauty and art. He could have shown her a different way to see the world, to experience it, feel it, and live it. He was more then different, he was an enigma, but because she had made her choice he was one puzzle she would never be able to discover the answer to.

"You look so lost lovely girl. What is the matter?" His velvety voice shattered her thoughts

"I was just thinking of all the things that I was passing up. It's nothing." She took a sip of her now cold tea. It was still good, but too cold for her. She inked her tea piping hot. R

"You have not passed up anything. I am here and your moment has not passed you by yet. I will wait for you, as long as you want me still." His eyes bore into hers. He ears trying to tell her something with his eyes, but she just couldn't read it. She felt breathless and dizzy.

"I have made my choice Jaqen. I do not want you." She pleaded with her eyes to get him to understand.

"If you did not want me why is your heart racing?" Jaqen demanded.

"It isn't," she lied.

"It is. We both know it. But I will let you think that you do not want me. I will let you think that when you are with The Bull that you will be happy and not wonder what would have been. It is your choice. But I will be here. I will wait until there is no hope. But there is always hope, for those who wait for it. I will not give up. I am a man willing to do whatever it takes to get his prize. I will have it in the end." He stood up from the table and laid his hand on her face. "Farewell lovely girl. I will see you soon."

Arya watched him walk out of the coffee shop. She felt lost and close to tears. Jon came and slid next to her and slung his arm around her shoulder.

"How did it go Little Wolf?" He asked looking at her.

"Worse than I expected. I want to go die now." She leaned her head on his shoulder and let some evil tears escape from her eyes. "Why does being a girl have to suck so much?"

"I don't know. I can't tell you. Being a guy is so much easier." Jon joked. He made her smile so he was not too worried about her. "Let's go home. I bet it will take us an hour. We can look at the pompous jackasses on the street as we drive home and make fun of them. What do you say?"

"Sure Jon. Let's do that. Thanks for being my brother. I love you." She hugged him and they slid out the booth and walked out of the shop.

Gendry

He was not in the best of moods when Hot Pie called and said that they had to meet for an "emergency" band meeting. He had wanted to go over and see Arya. He was worried about how the meeting with Jaqen had gone. The guy was dangerous. The only thing that had kept him from going was the fact that Jon would be there with her.

He also had a few things he wanted to add to the list of rules they had made. He loved that she had rules. The last girl he had tried to date had been to free with her love. He knew that Arya was a one guy kind of girl. He was pleased she was not loose.

He got dressed and drove over to Aegon's big ass house that they were meeting at. The guys were all there and waiting on him.

"About god damn time Gendry. When you are told that there is an emergency with the band and to get your ass over here, you get your ass over here. Is that understood?" Beric yelled when Gendry walked into the room.

"Jesus Beric, keep your shirt on. I am here aren't I?" Gendry shot back.

"Are you? You and Aegon have both been in lala land for way to long. This is not a fucking joke or a game. We are finally making a name for ourselves and you two are too interested in chasing some skirts to give a shit about it." Beric was ramping up for a real yelling fit.

"Beric you are taking this too seriously. We decided to go this for the hell of it, not for money or fame. For the fun of it and the love of music. Remember." Thoros pointed out in a soothing voice.

"Oh shut up Thoros. Stay out of this. These two dumbasses are messing things up." Beric snapped.

"I think that the only one messing things up here is you buddy. Take a chill pill." Hot Pie piped up from behind his drums.

"How can you be so relaxed about this? We have been getting offers to play every weekend and have had to turn them down so that Aegon can have date nights with Myrcella. Or we have missed rehearsals so that Gendry can help Arya on that stupid car. I mean come on guys are you really telling me that that doesn't bother you." Beric looked at Thoros and Hot Pie to see if they agreed with him.

Gendry and Aegon just stood there not knowing what to say. They never in a million years would have guessed that Beric would react to them dating like this. Yes it was true that they had been a little preoccupied, but like Thoros had said they had started out to just have fun and make music.

"What is it that you want Beric?" Gendry asked.

"I just want you, all of you, to start taking this seriously. If we keep going the way we are things could start to take off for us and I don't want to all to be fucked up because of two girls. We are better than that." Beric looked each of his band mates in the eye and tried to look imposing.

"Okay, we can do that. We can start to take things more seriously. But you have to relax a little. No one is going to want to be in a band with a psycho singer." Aegon joked.

Once Beric had calmed down and they had nailed down a schedule that worked for them to rehears during the week they got down to making music. Beric had some new songs for then to learn and they worked on some old ones as well. They joked about Beric stealing the new songs from Arya again and he blushed, leading Gendry to think that he had in fact "borrowed" another one from her. Gendry looked at the lyrics that they had been given and he could not see one that shouted out that Arya had written it. They worked until five and then called it quits. Four out of the five thought that seven hours was more than enough time working on music.

"Remember tomorrow four to six. No matter what. I do not care if your grandmothers are on deaths door and want to see your sorry faces before she kicks the bucket. I want you all here." Beric snapped as he got into his car and drove away.

"Tell me again why we all put up with him?" Gendry asked as they watched Beric's tail lights faded into the night.

"Because he is the real talent of the bunch." Thoros answered.

"Oh yeah, I had forgotten." Gendry said. "Night guys. See you tomorrow." He pulled away and drove home.

He parked his car and walked into his empty house. He hated that his mother worked all the time. She was never there to see him. The only way that they communicated was with stick notes on the fridge. He went to see if she had been home to leave a new one for him, but there wasn't one there. He let himself feel the total body engulfing sadness that he had felt since he was a child and there was no note there for him. But then he shook it off and grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked to his room.

He was finally able to look at his phone and saw the texts from Arya. He opened then and saw that they became increasingly annoyed as they went on. There were twelve in all and one from Jon. His was simple all it said was you are in trouble. Brace yourself.

He had been sitting down for five minutes when there was a pounding on his front door. He jumped up thinking that it was the police coming to tell him that his mother has been in an accident, another fear that he had had since he was small. He reached it and pulled it opened.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" Arya stood on the doorstep of his house looking pissed and ready to kill.

"We had an emergency band meeting. It lasted all day. Beric wouldn't let us call or text. He went all crazy on us and pretty much said it was you and Myrcellas fault. Come on in." Gendry stood back and opened the door wide enough for her to squeeze past him.

She walked into his house as if she owned the place she looked around the small living room and the hallway that led off to the kitchen. She saw the pictures of Gendry as a little boy and smiled at him.

"You were a dorky little boy. All ears and arms. Good thing that you grew out of that." She looked at him as if she was a present for her to open.

"I bet that you looked like a dork as a kid too." He smiled at her as they stood there in in the living room.

"So you weren't ignoring me on your own? You were being held under duress?" She sashayed over to him. She let her jacket slide off her arms and threw it over her shoulder.

"Yeah, Beric is a slave driver when he wants to be." He could not take her eyes off her as she walked towards him.

"You poor baby." She purred as reached him. She slid her arms around his neck. "You need some TLC then." She stood up on her toes and captured his lips like someone would capture the flag.

They stood there in the living room making out for a few minutes. It was starting to get too much for him to bare. He didn't know how long that he could take standing in the living room supporting them both. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She slid her legs around his waist and started walking to his room. She started to nuzzle and kiss and lick his neck as he walked. He tried to keep his eyes opened as he walked but they kept fluttering shut every time her tongue slid up from his collar bone up his neck to place her mouth on his ear. He almost ran them into the walls a number of times when she did that sweet delicious trick of hers.

They finally made it to his room and he kicked the door shut. Arya was still clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist with a vise like grip. She giggled as he staggered to the bed and fell onto it on his back so as not to crush her. She sat up straddling him and looked down at him.

"So this is your room? You could really use a new coat of paint on the walls." She suggested as she looked around.

Gendry made an animal growl and flipped Arya onto her back. She giggled again and tried to wiggle out from under him.

"Don't insult my room. I like the color of my walls." He tried his hardest to look stern and angry but her laughing and the extra-large grin on her face made it difficult for him to do.

He leaned back down and assaulted her mouth for more kissing. He was in rapture at having her there in his room, on his bed. He let his hands slide down her body from her shoulders to cup her breast. He wanted to go under her shirt but did not want to frighten her away. He continued to kiss, lick and suck at her mouth and she bit and nipped and fought with his tongue. His hand continued to massage her breast and small moans escaped her. She looped one of her legs over his hip and crushed him down to her holding her to him.

He was getting more aroused with every passing moment. He wanted to go further, but was unsure that she was alright with it. Her hands flittered across his back and went up under his shirt. She was lifting her shirt higher and higher exposing more skin. He got the hint that she wanted it off. He lifted off her shirt and started to tug at his shirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. While she was busy with his shirt she ripped hers off as well. She leaned up and claimed his mouth before he got a good look at her. She was so hot to the touch. He let his hands roam over her body.

She shudder and ran her nails down his back. He hissed with the pain and moved his mouth down her body to the hallow between her breasts. He licked his tongue in the hallows and slid his hand under her bra. She arched her back and gasped.

"No marks. My shirts will show." She panted.

He smiled, knowing that he was going to ignore her rule. He was too turned on to stop marking her as his and lifted her bra out of the way. He found the base of her left breast and left his mark on her there. She gave a small yelp and pulled away from him.

"What was that?" She barked.

"A love mark. I marked you and no one will be seeing it there." He smiled at her and kissed down her flat stomach.

"How do you know?" She lifted her eyebrow.

He dropped back down to assault her breast again this time going for the nipple. Arya sucked in her breath in a delicious moan. She kept her leg locking their hips together and ground herself into him, causing him to groan. Her small nimble hands worked down to his belt and clumsily worked to unbuckle it. Once he realized what she was attempting to do he tried harder to make things more difficult for her just to tease her. Gendry slid his hand that was not cupping the breast that he was licking and flicking her nipple with his tongue creped down her toned stomach to run his fingers around the top of her jeans. He worked at the first button of her pants free and she got agitated and pushed his hand away from her and refocused her attention on him. She unbuckled his pants and slid her hand inside and grabbed his very hard, very erect penis. He shook and shivered and moved his lips to her mouth.

She started stroking him, he was close to exploding and what Arya was doing was not what he had expected her to do. Gendry knew that she was inexperienced and that this was all new to her, but there she was this cheeky little minx giving him a hand job. And he was still wearing his jeans!

She leaned up and nibbled on his ear and her other hand grabbed his and returned to her right breast. He was massaging her with a distracted manner, to focus on what Arya was doing to his stiff cock. Some how she had wiggled his jeans to his knees without him noticing. She ran her nails over his legs and he shuddered. He felt that he was ready to blow but he fought the urge. She arched her back and he captured one of her nipples in her mouth and she whispered his name. That is when he lost it. He felt like there had been an explosion. He felt his desire spill onto their stomachs and Arya's hand. He was still crouched over her and collapsed on top of her. She snuggled her body to him. Kissed his neck.

"That was fun. I think I enjoyed that." She giggled from underneath him.

He raised his head and looked at her with a glazed look in his eye.

"You enjoyed that?" He was confused.

"Yes. I really did. My mother was so wrong. Sometimes it is enough to give the guy his pleasure without anything in return." She smirked at him but the joke was lost on him.

"I really do not want to be talking about your mother when your hand is on my dick. And who said that we were done?" He raised his brow and she took that as an opportunity to capture her mouth with his.

He loved how they reacted together. He was not going to let her walk away from him without feeling the relief she had given him. He slowly slid her pants away from her body, kissing his way as he removed her jeans from her body.

"I'm ready to return the favor." He said in a husky tone. She was there on his bed in nothing but her underwear.

"Gendry, I think we should wait to, well to have sex, forma while at least. There are things I need to do first." Arya looked up at him, nervous for the first time the whole day.

He leaned down and kissed her softly. He didn't want to go to fast for her. He lay down beside her and gathered her to him.

"We won't do anything you don't want to do. I swear we will keep this barrier on you." He traced the tops of her underwear. "But I would like to kiss you, all over, to say thank you." He pressed kisses to her lips, eyelids, jaws. She smiled at him.

"Just kissing?" She asked when his mouth found her neck.

"For as long as you want." He kissed her stomach and she giggled.

They spent the rest of their day just kissing, laughing and talking. Gendry was still amazed that she was now his.

Sansa

She looked at the clock and it was six. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and groaned. She had tried to take a shower with the cast and it was one of the more difficult things that she had ever done. How her brothers had done this with casts on their legs and arms she had no idea how they managed to do it. Her shoulder was sore from holding it out of the water. She was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep.

She was going to cancel on the date that Joffery had planned. There was no way that she was going to be able to go out and be charming. She reached for her phone, then put it down, then picked it up again. She set it back down and stood up. She picked up the phone again and walked out of her room in search for Robb.

She found him in the media room with Theon and Jon watching college football bowl games. They had chips and beers and were yelling at the TV as the ref had just called a dump penalty on their team.

"Robb." She called out as the guys started yelling at the TV again. He didn't hear her. "Robb!" She shouted. This time he heard her.

"Hey there sis. What's up?" He asked looking at the TV and not at her.

"Can I talk with you out in the hall?" She requested, feeling timid and nervous about what she was going to ask him.

"Sure. This game is sucking anyways." He took a swig from the beer in front of him and walked out of the room with her. "What is going on Sans?"

"I need you to pretend to be dad. Can you tell Joffery that I am to sick from the pain meds and too tired from being in the ER all night to go out with him tonight." She felt bad for fooling Joffery, but this was the best solution to her problem.

"You want me to pretend to be dad? You Saint Sansa want me to deceive your boyfriend? Wow." Robb smiled and just looked at her.

"Everything that you tell him would be more or less the truth. I just don't have the energy to tell him myself today." Sansa shuffled her feet and would not look Robb in the eye.

"You do look like hell. I wouldn't want to sit across from you while eating all night." Robb tried to joke with her but she was not abused. She gave him a look that their mother had been giving to him since he was two and caught in the fridge eating all the strawberry jam in the middle of nap time.

"Will you just make the call for me Robb? I never ask you for anything, not when it comes to relationships. And I have pretended to be mom for you before so you could get out of dates before. You owe me." She snapped. She was not in the mood for her brother to be cute and funny. Her arm hurt, she was tired and she just wanted to curl up on her bed and watch Titanic for the hundredth time and to read Pride and Prejudice.

"Whoa there tiger, I'll do it. I will. Give me the phone." Sansa handed her brother the phone and he dialed Jofferys number. "Joffery? This is Ned, Sansa's father. Yes, yes everything is okay. She is just not feeling to well, after last night she is just to tired and having a bad reaction to the medication that they gave her. She doesn't want to cancel, but as her father I feel that it is my duty to supersede on her behalf. Yes, yes. Okay. Thank you so much. Yes I understand. I will let her know. No, she is sleeping right now. I will tell her. Alright then good bye Joffery." Robb had made his voice deeper as he talked to Joffery. He had hung up the phone and looked at Sansa smiling, proud of his performance.

"That was good Robb. You sounded just like dad. I am impressed." She smiled and took her phone back.

"I have been playing dad for Jon and Theon for years." He smirked at her. "That was a piece of cake."

"Thanks Robb." She hugged him and walked back to her room.

She decided that since she was not going out she could slip into her most comfy sweats and an over large tee. She popped her Titanic DVD into her computer and pressed play then got her battered copy of Pride and Prejudice from her book shelf and snuggled into her blanket for some comfort time.

She had barely gotten five pages into the book and fifteen minutes into the movie when her phone started ringing. It was Joffery and she decided not to answer it, pretending to be asleep like Robb had told him she was.

She was three chapters into the book and Rose had tried to jump off the ship and her text alert sounded.

Sansa are you okay? I got a call from your father and I got worried about you. Let me know that you are okay. –Joffery

She decided to not reply and get back to the two epic love stories that she was trying to unsuccessfully escape in. Her mind kept flip flopping as to who was the leading man in her love story. Was it Joffery, her boyfriend, or Sandor her best friend here? If she was honest the answer was simple: Sandor. He was sweet, romantic, smart. He knew what she liked and what she didn't. He had always been there for her since the first moment that they had met at the welcome party at the Baratheon's house. He had saved her a number of times since as well. If she had to pick a leading guy out of her choices between Jack and Mr. Darcy he would be Jack. But Joffery could not be Mr. Darcy; he was more like Mr. Wickham, but even that wasn't good enough. He was like Cali, just like him. She needed someone to save her from him.

Her phone buzzed again. She looked at it and it was another text, it was not Joffery this time, it was Sandor.

Hi there gimp. I just wanted to see how you are feeling. –Sandor

It was just like him to check up on her. She smiled and decided that she would text him back.

I am sore and tired. Did I thank you enough? I am really thankful to you for saving me. –Sansa

You did. I told you already that it was nothing. I am just glad that you are okay. Joffery said that you were not feeling well and that your dad had to call and cancel on him. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. –Sandor

I was just really tired and wanted to watch a movie and read a book in my jammies. It was actually Robb who called Joffery, pretending to be my dad. I feel so guilty. –Sansa

You wild one you. I am shocked that you did that. I'm impressed. What are you reading and watching? –Sandor

They are both ultra girly and sappy and favorites of mine. Titanic and Pride and Prejudice. –Sansa

She didn't think it possible but she was blushing redder then her cast and felt embarrassed.

Wow that is super sappy and girly. You must really be feeling bad. Those sound like they could give a girl some unrealistic stereotypes for a man to live up to. If you were my girlfriend I don't know what I would do. –Sandor

If I was your girlfriend I would make you watch this movie with me and have in-depth discussions on Lizzy and Mr. Darcy until I was feeling better. -Sansa

Well if that's what you wanted to do why didn't you invite Joffery to do that tonight?-Sandor

Because Joffery is no Jack. He is just like Cal. Nice on the outside but dark on the inside. –Sansa

She hoped that he would not get the reference.

I don't know who those people are. I have to admit that I have not seen Titanic and haven't read or watched any of the Pride and Prejudice movies. I hope that doesn't put a black mark in your book for me. –Sandor

They were flirting! She liked flirting with Sandor. He was fun to flirt with. She could do this all night long. She had not seen this side to Sandor before. He was carefree and funny. The only other time that she had seen him this relaxed and funny was when they went star gazing.

Well then we will have to remedy that someday. I decree that you will watch this movie with me. At least Titanic. It is the best love story of all times. –Sansa

But everyone dies at the end. How is that a love story? –Sandor

How did you know that everyone dies? –Sansa

It's been in the history books for the last hundred years. It was a major accident. You see in real life there was a ship called the Titanic and it hit an ice burgee and people died. I am surprised that you didn't know that. –Sandor

You do not have to be such a smart ass. I know that the ship really sunk. When did you become such a smart ass? –Sansa

I always have been. I am just really good at hiding it. You should get some rest. Take one of your pain pills and go to bed. –Sandor

And bossy too. You are a bossy smart ass. But I will take your advice and get some rest. My arm is throbbing. Talk to you later. And we are watching Titanic one of these days. –Sansa

Whatever you say. Now go to sleep. –Sandor

She put the phone down snuggled into her pillows. She took one of the pills the doctor had given her and let it lull her into sleep. She was going to have sweet dreams tonight she hoped. Dreams of Sandor and dancing and laughter and fun. Or dreams of stars and touches and kisses and more, so much more.

The pills kicked in as she finally got into a position she could sleep. She was still thinking when the first images of her dreams came to her. She was standing at the end of a long aisle, her father bested her. She was in an elegant antic dress of white. All her family was there smiling. Then she looked to the end and there Sandor stood. He was in a tux. Her father opened his mouth to ask a question, but she was now too much into sleep to know what he would say.

Myrcella

Aegon had come by her house to pick her up to go to the movies on their date. Her mother had stalked out of the room when she had heard the motorbike pull up to the door. Myrcella hoped that someday her mother would get over the harsh feelings she harbored for Aegon punching Joffery.

"Father," she called out to him in his den. It was more like a bar with a desk in it. "Father, Aegon is here to take me to the movies. Mother knows that I will be leaving but I wanted you to know as well."

"Huh? Oh yes Myrcella, have a good time." Robert sat in a chair by his fire place looking at a picture.

She quickly walked away from her father and made it to the door before anyone could come and stop her. She bolted out the door and flew to Aegon. She crushed him in a bear hug. She buried her nose into his neck and breathed in the smell of him. She loved the way that he smelled. Like soap and surf and dirt and wind.

"Did you miss me My Cella?" He pulled back and gave her a soft kiss.

"I always miss you when we are not together." She snuggled into him. "How was your day?"

"Horrible. I will tell you about it later, but we are going to be late for the movie if we don't leave now." He reached for their bike helmets and handed the one he bought for Myrcella to her.

"Okay." She mumbled as she stuffed her head into the helmet.

Aegon swung onto the bike and she slid on behind him, pressing her body to his for warmth and the need to feel his body touching hers. They were going to an old movie theater that showed old black and white movies. She had to watch a movie set during WWII made in WWII for her history class then write an essay about how films kept moral up for the people off fighting and those who stayed home. It took her a week to find one that was in theaters so that she and Aegon could go out on a date to watch it together. She finally found one, Casablanca. Neither she nor Aegon had seen it so they were looking forward to it.

They made it just in time. He parked his bike right in front of the theater and ran up to the ticket booth. Aegon practically threw the money at the ticket girl and snatched the tickets out of her hand. Myrcella dragged him in to the concession counter where they got their sodas and popcorn and red vines and scrambled to get in for the start of the movie. They slid into some seats by the door just as the lights dimmed ant the projector flicked to life. A big black and white globe filled the screen and the voice over started.

Aegon and Myrcella hunkered down to watch the movie. Myrcella did enjoy it, she really did. There was something to tragic about their love story, but that must have been the point. Myrcella was openly weeping when Rick put Elsa onto the plane. Aegon had his arm around her and was wiping the tears off her cheek.

"Here's looking at you kid." He whispered to her as he took the last tear off her face and placed a small kiss on his lips when the movie ended. She smiled up at him and they shared another kiss, this time deeper and filled with love and devotion to one another. They stood and went into the lobby of the theater and they watched as older couples walked out behind them.

They strolled out hand in hand into the cold night to get on the bike. She was glad that she had on insulated layers and a warm jacket. Aegon got on and started the bike and she hopped on behind him. Her legs squeezed his sides and she held onto him as if she was an extension of him.

They had agreed on Mexican food for dinner. He took her to hole in the wall place that was family run and all the food was authentic. They sat there and talked about what had happened to Aegon that day.

"So Beric calls us all to meet and yelled at Gendry and me about how we are destroying the dynamic of the group by having girlfriends." Aegon told her as he cut his stake enchiladas.

"So it is mine and Arya's fault that you guys suck?" Myrcella laughed as she spread salsa over her Chili Rellenos. "He must hate us."

Aegon just sat there and watched as she piled on more hot sauce. She finally realized that he was watching her make her food almost too spicy for safe human consumption. Myrcella liked spicy food and always went over board when it came to hot things. That is why she had asked for a glass of milk with her meal.

"What?" She demanded.

"You must like hot things. No wonder you fell for me." He gave her a cocky grin as he looked at her.

"I like spicy things. You are spicy when you want to be." She murmured as she cut into her meal. He watched as she took a bite and closed her eyes as the delicious heat from the spicy food filled her up.

"So me and food make you moan like that." Aegon laughed as she opened her eyes.

She blushed and looked down to her plate. They ate in silence enjoying the food. When they were half way done with the meal Myrcella filled him in on what had happened to Sansa.

"When Margaery said that it was something that had been spilled on Joffery that caused him to shove Sansa into the stone flower pot I felt so guilty. It was because of me and Arya that she got hurt. Should I tell her? I mean it was Joffery that pushed her, but if it had not been for us then he wouldn't have pushed her." She confessed to Aegon.

"It was not your fault. Your brother is a dip shit. It was just a matter of time before he hurt her." Aegon assured her.

"But I hate that I was the underlining reason to her getting hurt." Myrcella really did feel guilty about the whole thing. But she felt guilty if she got a better grade in a test then Arya in a class. She was just a person who felt guilt about everything.

Aegon reached across the table and took her hand. "It is alright. It was really your brother's fault. How is your dinner?" He asked trying to change the subject.

"It is really good. Where did you find this place? Don't tell me that you used to work here too?" She joked.

"No I never worked here. My childhood nanny's family owns this place. I did spend a lot of time here as a kid." He looked around the place fondly.

"Are you always going to bring me to places that you have an emotional tie to when we go out on all our dates?" She demanded in mock anger.

"If you want to have the best food that my cheap ass can buy you, then yes." He fired back. He scowled at her but she could only smile.

"I love that you bring me to places that mean something to you. I just hope you don't do this with all the girls." She grumbled lightly as she took another amazing bite of the fantastic food. The rest of the date went great after that. They laughed and told stories about when they were young.

When they paid for the check and left the restaurant after Argon was hugged by most of the staff.

"If you get hugs on every date that we go on by other women I am going to break up with you." She taunted him and he knew it.

"You would throw me out like I was trash just because I am popular? I am shocked that you would be so shallow like that. You are such a horrible person." He gasped in mock hurt and horror.

"You bet I would. And I wouldn't think twice about it. I will forget the fact that you are amazing in bed. I can be a very jealous girl when I want to be." She smiled wickedly at him. "It is getting late and my mother has enough reason to hate you enough, I don't want her to hate you even more."

They got back on the bike and drove her back to her house. They were saying good bye and having one last kiss when her phone sounded. She ignored it and stood there kissing her boyfriend instead.

"Thank you for coming with me to the movies and for taking me out to dinner. I love going out on dates like this with you." She kissed him again.

"I had a good time. That Ingrid Bergman was hot." He gave her a cocky smile and pulled her to him again for another kiss. His lips were hovering over hers when her phone rang again.

"Oh damn it. That's my mom's ring tone. I bet that she is watching us right now. I have to go." She gave him a fast peck on the lips before skipping into the house. As soon as she was inside the house she was assaulted by a drunk mother.

"I will not have you putting on a show for the staff with your boyfriend in the drive way of my house young lady. Is that understood? You are not a common whore for that trash to use and abuse." Her mother's voice lashed out, demolishing her amazing evening.

Myrcella just stood there in the doorway watching her mother as she downed her gin and tonic.

"And another thing, if you are going to act like a whore I would prefer you to not do it in theaters or Mexican restaurants." Cerise slurred as she turned and walked up the stairs on unsteady feet.

Myrcella just stood there in the doorway in shock. Her mother not only called her a whore, but was having her followed when she went out with Aegon.

"Myrcella, glad to see that you are home Princess. How was your date?" Robert asked when he walked from his den to his office. He must have heard his wife's voice, but waited until she was gone to come out. But at least he was there, in some way, for her.

"It was a good date daddy." Her voice shook and she started to cry feeling her mother's betrayal cut deep into her heart.

"Princess what is it? Did that boy hurt you?" Robert demanded making his way over to his distressed daughter.

"No it was not Aegon, it was mom. She is horrible." She sobbed as her father embraced her.

"Damn that woman. Look Princess forget about her. You are a much better person then she ever will be. If Aegon makes you happy then don't let your mother or your brother or even god get in the way of that. Fuck them. Now stop that crying. I do not like it when I see my princess crying." Robert wiped her tears and smiled at her.

"Okay, thank you daddy." She smiled up at her father and realized that for the first time in a long time her father was not drunk. "I love you." She hugged him.

"I love you too Princess." He kissed her on the head and made his way to his office.

She was feeling better after her father's gave her his little pep talk. She took her phone out of her pocket as it chimed again.

My mom was so right. –Arya

About what? Did you and Gendry have sex? –Myrcella

No, but before today I never would have dreamed that a hand or a mouth could bring pure bliss. –Arya

It is heaven my friend, pure heaven. Hey talk to you later. I have history home work to do. –Myrcella

Yeah. Sure. Night! –Arya

Myrcella walked to her room and flopped down on the bed. She wanted to know why her mom was having her followed, why her mother hated Aegon so much. She sat up and took out her phone and sent a text to Aegon. It was simple and to the point.

I sure as fuck love you. –Myrcella

Then she went to work on her paper. She poured her emption into the epic love story of Ilsa and Rick and what true sacrifice was. She worked on it late into the night, music blaring so loud she thought it would shake the house. It was all songs that Aegon and the band had done. Part of her choice in music was because her boyfriend was in the band and the other reason was because she liked them.

She had been so wrapped up in her work she had not noticed, three hours later, that Aegon had replied.

I love you too. Until the wheels fall of! - Aegon

She smiled at the thing at the end. It was their saying. That they would love each other until the wheels fell off. It was their code for forever. She went over and scooped her stuffed dragon up inch her arms and hugged him. She got ready for bed then and snuggled into the covers after she changed and brushed her teeth. She willed herself of dreaming of Aegon that night and she wasn't disappointed.