A/N: You'll notice some changes to the new characters, but i hope that's okay. Not much to say except that I enjoyed writing this chapter. I hope you guys like it as much as I did.

Thank you, Imagine Dragons, for keeping me inspired by the game part.

And as usual, GRRM rocks.

Enjoy :)

Gendry woke up to sunlight streaming in his bedroom window. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table and groaned when he realized he had overslept. Lying back for another minute more, he pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes and applied a little pressure on his closed lids. He would have rolled out of bed until he felt movement on his right side.

Jesus Christ on a bicycle! Arya!

He shifted to his side and leaned a bit to check if she was still asleep. He knew he should be waking her up now, just in case anyone notices that both of them are still abed. But she looked so peaceful lying there; her long, dark, thick lashes fanning her cheeks; her soft pink lips looked so inviting that Gendry had to look away for a while.

Control, Gendry. Control.

He didn't resist the urge, however, to tuck the few stray tendrils of hair behind her ears. Ears that he loved to kiss and bite and…

Control, Gendry. Control.

She stirred when she felt his touch, seemingly startled for a bit before realizing where she was. She gave him a shy smile and that which he returned with the same. She extended her arms and legs to a stretch, moaning a little at the feeling of waking languid muscles into alertness. Gendry thinks he made a noise in the back of his throat that may or may not be equivalent to a groan, because he thinks Arya's moan may be the best sound he's heard since Joffrey's sobbing after Drogo's work out. And maybe he did groan because Arya pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Good morning," she said in her sleep-husky voice and a smirk on her face.

"And good morning to you too," he whispered, leaning in to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck.

Arya laughed. "No…I meant good morning to you."

And suddenly, he felt her small hand grab his crotch, and felt immediately embarrassed when he realized she meant his morning hard-on. She laughed a bit lourder this time, and Gendry had to put his lips back on her neck to distract her from laughing more at his expense.

"You're so mean," he mumbled, placing soft, wet nips on her neck. She gasped when he reached her collarbone, nudging her shirt away with his lips so he could kiss her further down.

"Am not…" she gasped as she felt him place a soft kiss on the top of her breast. She gently grabbed his head and ran her fingers through his raven black, sleep-tousled hair. "Gen…"

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Gendry and Arya froze and stared at each other. "Someone's at the door,"' Arya whispered.

"I know! I heard it, Arya," Gendry whispered back, his panic evident with his tone.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Gen!" Arya whispered again as she started to climb out of the bed. "Where are my shorts?"

Gendry bolted out of his bed and helped Arya find her shorts. They were trying not to make a noise as they grabbed the duvet, hands grabbing under to search for her shorts. Arya found them when she leaned over the bed, the blue material of her shorts peeking from under the bed. "Got it!" she whispered as she waved it for him to see before pulling it up and over her legs.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Gendry? Are you up?"

Arya's eyes widened. "Robb!" she mouthed to Gendry, pointing a finger to the door for emphasis.

Gendry ran his hand through his hair before realizing that he wouldn't be able to hide Arya in the room except in the bathroom, under the bed and inside the closet. Fuck minimalist bedroom décor!

Gendry strode over to Arya to direct her to the bathroom. Realizing that the shower stall is just glass, it would be useless to hide Arya there. She might just have to stay in the bathroom until Robb leaves.

"Baratheon! I'm going to kick your door open if you don't unlock this door in 5…4…3…"

Gendry closed the door to the bathroom and rushed to the door before Robb could kick it down. "I'm up! I'm up! Jesus, Stark!" he said as he unlocked and opened the door.

"It's 9:30, bro," Robb said, placing his hands on his hips. He surveyed the room, as if searching for something, and Gendry felt his throat dry up. "We're meeting up with the guys at Varys for paintball, remember? You're the only one still in bed. Get your ass in the shower and be ready in 15 minutes."

"Fine," Gendry said, as he pictured pushing Robb out of the room in his head. "I'll be down in 15."

Robb was staring at something at the foot of the bed, and Gendry saw him shake his head a bit. "Make it fast," Robb added before stepping out.

Gendry heaved a deep sigh of relief. He quickly crossed over to the bathroom to tell Arya that her brother is gone and that it would be safe to come out now. He entered the bathroom to find her sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, looking incredibly nervous and uneasy.

"He's gone," Gendry said, pulling Arya to her feet and kissing her forehead. "We can't make the same mistake again, Ar. Did you forget to set the alarm?"

"I told you it was sleepy time," Arya rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you set the alarm?"

"Snuggle time," he said. "Come on. I need to go shower and you need to go back to your room in case Robb checks in on you."

"Rain check?" Arya said, wiggling her brows to tease him.

"Rain check," Gendry replied. He pulled her to him and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"Hmm…interesting."

Arya and Gendry jumped up in surprise. Their heads whipped around at the same time and saw Robb standing there by the doorway, one side leaning on the doorjamb and arms folded across his chest.

"Robb…" Arya said, not even knowing what to say.

Robb studied her; his eyes moving from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, before moving back to her bare legs. At least she's wearing shorts, he thought. Robb looked at her face last, raising his brows in question.

"Were you here all night?" he asked his sister.

"Ahh…well…"

"Arya Lyanna Stark," Robb said, his voice turning into a low growl. "Did you spend the night here?"

Arya's demeanor changed from surprised to defensive. She tilted her chin and placed her hands on her hips. "So?"

"So you did spend the night here?"

"It's none of your business, Robb."

"But it's my business if my friend is doing business with my sister!"

"She did spend the night here," Gendry quipped, earning an angry glare from Arya. "What?" he answered back. "You're here. Why not just state the obvious?"

"Yes, why not, Arya?" Robb dared.

"We didn't do anything," Gendry said. He rubbed his nape to ease the tension he felt. "We just literally slept together."

"Fully-clothed," Arya said, nodding vigorously.

Robb studied them for a few minutes, but for Gendry, it felt more like hours. Finally easing up on the glare, he pointed a finger at his sister. "You're both lucky it was me who found you here. If it were Jon…"

Gendry shuddered at the thought.

Robb said to Arya, "Go back to your room and get ready. Cersei and Renly are taking you out shopping. Sansa will tell you what's on the agenda for today. Go!"

They watched as Arya left quickly without a backward glance. Then Robb stepped closer to Gendry, taking up his personal space as Robb gave his chest a hard push. "That's my sister you're fucking, man! What if you get her pregnant, for fuck's sake!"

"It's not fucking, bro! Chill!" Gendry replied as he tried to regain his balance.

"So you admit you've slept with Arya?"

"Robb…"

"So you have?"

"Jesus Christ," Gendry muttered under his breath. "What do you think?"

"I think you're a dead man walking, Baratheon," Robb replied. "But be thankful that it wasn't Jon who found you both here. You know how he's twice as protective of Arya as I am! What the fuck, man…"

"We don't fuck, Robb. I love Arya. It's not like that when we do it. I'd say making love-"

"Okay, stop," Robb said, quickly turning his back on Gendry and striding to the door. "I don't need to know the details. Can you just get your ass in the shower? We're leaving in 30 minutes, with or without you."

"Thanks, Robb," Gendry said before Robb closed the door. "I know it's hard for you to admit-"

"Get in the shower. Your 30 minutes starts now."

"Gorgeous!"

Renly exclaimed as Sansa stepped out of the dressing room. They were staring at her as she studied herself in the mirror, seeing how beautifully the green halter dress clung to her body. The color matched perfectly with her fiery red hair and flawless skin, as if it was specifically made with her in mind.

"Turn! Turn!" Cersei said, making twirling motions with her finger. She was like a beaming mother, proud to see her daughter wearing a dress as perfectly fitting as one can imagine.

Arya looked at Sansa and knew that she was always the pretty one. She will forever be the pretty one, she thought. She knows she shouldn't be thinking about it, but having lived under someone's shadow for so long, she wonders if she'll ever get out of it and be just Arya.

"Arya? What do you think?" Sansa asked her, a hopeful look showing on her face.

Arya pasted a smile on her face and said, "You look beautiful, San."

Arya got a wide grin for that.

"At least one Stark girl loves dresses," Renly said, smirking in Arya's direction.

"Hey! I love dresses, just not as sexy and girly as how Sansa prefers them."

"I'd love to buy that dress for you, my dear," Renly said as he signaled to the store staff to wrap it up. He walked over to the cashier and handed her his card. Sansa quickly rushed over, pleading that she could pay for it herself and that Renly does not need to buy her anything.

"It would be my pleasure to spend money on you, honey. I've tried with Arya, believe me. I've only been successful a few times, and it was only under threats in relation to my nephew."

Sansa blushed as she gave Renly a smile. "Thank you, Renly. If Cersei were Queen, you'd be King Renly."

"Stop that! I'm not going to die today, no need to sing me praises just yet," Renly said with a wave of his hand.

"No one wants anyone to die!" Sansa said with a laugh.

Renly's eyes widened with mock sarcasm. "Not unless a huge, dark mass of killer shadow whatever sweeps over me and kills me," he said with a dramatic shudder.

"What?" Arya, Sansa and Cersei asked all at the same time, looking as confused as confused can be.

Renly rolled his eyes. "Don't mind me. I just read too much."

"What about you, Arya? Why don't you try on this gorgeous dress?" Cersei said to Arya, holding up a red cocktail dress that Arya immediately loved. The dress is strapless, with a bunched tiered skirt that would probably fall just to her knees, with a laced-hem detail that added a nice touch to it. She knew the color would look good on her skin, but she doubted she had a need to wear a dress as such anytime soon.

"I…I don't think there's anywhere to go to that would require me wearing a beautiful dress like that," Arya said quietly. "That would be a total waste of money, Cersei."

Cersei thrust the dress closer to her, her eyes silently demanding that Arya take it. "Go ahead. Try it on."

Arya came out of the dressing room a moment later, much to the delight and surprise of her three companions.

"Oh my god! Arya!" Sansa squealed in delight as Arya trudged slowly towards them.

"Yes, oh my god, Arya. Your posture is just appalling. Stand straight, will you?" Renly said, holding Arya's shoulders and pulling them back a bit to correct her posture. "There, there! Okay, that dress looks amazing on you! If you slouch one more time, I'm sending you to my good friend Brienne, who actually owns a personality development school."

Arya rolled her eyes at him, waving her hands in mock surrender. "I'm shaking."

"Ring it up, please," Cersei said to the girl at the cashier.

"Cersei…" Arya said, grabbing her elbow before she could take out her wallet. "I…I can pay for this. I have money."

"Nonesense! If Renly had the pleasure of buying something for this little dove right here, allow me the pleasure to buy something for my little wolf."

Arya didn't let up on her hold of Cersei's arm.

"You can buy me ice cream on the way to Varys, if that would make you feel better. And speaking of Varys, I think we have to bring the girls over now, Renly? Gendry's going to kill me if I keep Arya for much longer."

"My nephew is a horny bastard who can't keep his hands off his girlfriend, but yes, let's not keep them from that ridiculous paintball game," Renly said, earning a smack on the arm from an embarrassed Arya. "Did you just smack my arm, Arya Stark?"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" Arya said in between bursts of laughter. "Couldn't help myself."

"Let's go, Sansa," he said, hooking his arm with Sansa's as they walked to the shop entrance, shopping bags in tow. "I just realized that your sister has violent tendencies, hmm?"

Sansa and Cersei laughed, making Arya turn even more beet red.

Varys was the ultimate paintball game field. The guys had been going to Varys to play paintball, enough for them to know the guy who runs the place.

Well, his name is Varys.

"You guys still waiting for someone?" the short, stocky, bald owner asked the guys as they waited by the reception area.

"My sisters are playing with us," Jon replied. "One of them's visiting from the Vale."

"Oooh. I've been there once," Varys said, his tone with a slight creepiness that always left Jon wondering if the guy was effeminate or just plain creepy. "Sadly, I found the place to be dreary and glum that I begged my mother to send me back to King's Landing after just a month."

"She's studying dance at The Vale School of the Creative Arts," Jon recited, as if reading the brochure Sansa once thrust to his nose for him to read.

"Ahh. We have a ballerina?"

"Basically everything related to dancing," Robb said, joining the conversation.

"Hey, Gen! Did you tell them to meet us at 3? They're about 10 minutes late now," Joffrey asked, as he sat there fiddling with his phone.

"I did, so shut up and wait for a bit," Gendry replied.

He was holding up a mask that he thinks would fit Arya, smiling a bit when he thinks that she would have a fun time shooting at people with paintball guns. She never ceases to surprise him with her being so unpredictable; like she could be tough and kick ass at one time and soft and girly at another. He loved both sides of her, although he never told her that he once in a while wishes she'd dress up for him more. Not that there's anything wrong with her fashion sense.

"Sorry, we're late!" Arya called out as she traipsed through the entrance and straight into Gendry's arms. She pressed a soft kiss on his lips, in front of everyone to see, and she looked as if she didn't mind or didn't care that her brothers and sister were there.

"Hello to you too," Gendry whispered when they pulled back, smiling as she stared at him with an equally silly expression on her face.

"Sansa!" Robb signaled for her to come over. "I'll introduce you to the guys. Arya! Untangle yourself from your boyfriend for a while so I could introduce the guys, for fuck's sake!"

"You know," Arya said, wagging her finger in Robb and Jon's direction. "You guys seriously need to get laid."

The rest of the guys cracked up in laughter, much to the annoyance of Robb and Jon. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Wait till you check out Jon's hot date on Saturday, " Robb said with a nudge to Jon's side. He earned a nudge back for the comment.

"Ooh! Interesting! Anyone we know?" Sansa teased.

Jon mumbled a response that sounded something like none of your business or a growl, they couldn't actually tell.

"Guys, these are my sisters Arya and Sansa," Robb said, pointing to each girl. "Girls, these are our friends Sandor Clegane and Willas Tyrell."

"Tyrell? Are you related to Loras?" Arya interrupted Robb's introduction.

"He's my cousin," Willas said with a smile.

Arya nodded, finally seeing the resemblance between the two. He was good looking too, now that she thinks about it. Sandy blond hair, soft eyes, although there was a more masculine aura to him than Loras. She knew he would be Sansa's type, and when Arya looked over to her sister, she found Sansa studying him too.

"I assume that your dancer sister would be this one?" Varys said, placing a hand to a startled Sansa's shoulder.

Robb laughed. "You catch on quick."

"What does that mean?" Arya asked Robb as she threw him an annoyed glare.

"Nothing!" he said, fighting back another laugh. "Come on! Let's play paintball!"

"OH MY GOD!" Arya exclaimed suddenly, startling everyone in the room, including the person who has just walked into the reception area.

They all turned to look at the newcomer, and suddenly Robb, Jon, Theon and Sansa were all waving at him. Gendry noticed that Arya looked as giddy as a school girl; excitedly clapping her hands and jumping in place as the guy walked towards them.

Huh.

The Starks gave him hugs, as if they were long-lost friends reunited after a long time. Who the fuck is this? Gendry thought, as he saw the guy pull Arya in for a hug, lifting her until her feet were no longer touching the floor. She was laughing; a bubbly laughter coming out of her that he hasn't heard from her before.

Okay. Who the fuck is this guy?

"Guys, this is Edric Dayne," Arya said, as she and this Edric guy clung to each other. Her arm was around his waist, and because of height difference, he has his arm around her shoulders.

What the-

The Starks introduced this Edric guy (Gendry would keep calling him that, for all he cares) to everyone, and later learned that he recently moved to King's Landing to attend King's Landing University. He just wanted to check out Varys and found himself invited to play with them. Arya practically squealed in delight, and Gendry suddenly felt the urge to punch someone.

Someone who had blond hair and dark blue eyes.

"Gen!" Arya said, breaking into Gendry's internal battle for anger management. "This is a good friend of ours, Edric Dayne. Edric, this is my boyfriend Gendry Baratheon."

Huh. At least she cleared that out.

Edric held a hand out to him for a handshake. Gendry took it, not wanting to appear annoyed or anything in front of everyone. He only grunted in response, making Arya roll her eyes in exasperation. Gendry only stared at her, as if asking her to elaborate on her relationship with this Edric guy.

"Aaaaand the green-eyed monster is out," Joffrey whispered as he passed by Gendry. He was wearing his famous Joffrey smirk, and never in Gendry's life had he wanted to wipe that smirk off his brother's face with a hard punch to the mouth.

"Shut up," Gendry growled low in his throat.

As is usual, they signed waivers, listened to the orientation, and chose the necessary gear they would be wearing. Gendry helped Arya choose and wear hers, and Arya noticed how silent he has become. With a worried look to her, she covered his hand with hers when he handed the mask to her.

"Hey," she whispered. "You okay?"

"Fine," he mumbled.

Arya raised her perfectly-shaped brows. "You're awfully quiet."

"I'm fine," he said, a little louder this time, but it actually came out as curt and angry. Realizing that he snapped at her when he saw the surprised look on her face, he pulled Arya towards him, earning a gasp from her.

His face was inches from hers, making her breath hitch at her throat. "You're mine," Gendry growled soft and low, and Arya's knees turned to butter. Without another word, he kissed her, hard and deep and needy. He would have gone on if he hadn't heard the catcalls and whistles from the rest, and a few mumbled curses that he assumed were from her brothers.

When he pulled back, Arya stood there dumbstruck, her eyes not leaving his as they stared at each other for more than necessary.

"Uh, hello? Paintball game?" Joffrey said, daring to stand closer to them to catch their attention. "We have a game to get to so all other mushy, fluffy, cheesy stuff should come after."

"Where's my mask?" Gendry said when he turned to Joffrey, who quickly handed him the mask. When Gendry turned and saw Edric standing there, watching them with a surprised look, he called out to Joffrey again without looking away from Edric. "And my gun. Where's my gun?"

"Your boyfriend hates me," Edric said to Arya as they stood behind the bunker.

"He does not! Why would you say that?" Arya asked, an incredulous expression showing on her face.

They were divided into two teams. The first was Gendry, Arya, Robb, Theon and Edric. The second was Jon, Joffrey, Sansa, Sandor and Willas. Robb led this group while Jon led the other, making jeers and funny trash talk between the two groups. Gendry kept Arya stuck to his side, but had to leave for a while when Robb, Jon and Varys called for him about some more game guidelines. He wasn't pleased by it, silently pleading to Theon to keep her away from that Edric guy. Theon was only amused by this show of jealousy from Gendry and kept to his own business, opting to watch his cousin and their friend interact as soon as Gendry left.

"He's a little…aggressive," Edric said with a shrug and apologetic look on his face.

Arya only laughed in response. "He can be at times, but he's not a bully or anything!"

"He looks at me funny," Edric added.

"Well, you're the first person I run into that I actually know from Winterfell. He'd be intrigued, I guess."

"More like jealous."

"Gendry? Jealous? Gendry Baratheon doesn't do jealous. He doesn't have a jealous bone in his body."

"Maybe you didn't know he had a jealous bone in his body until today."

"That's stupid, Edric! He's not the type to get jealous. I'm not some supergoddess who could make a boyfriend jealous over some other guy! If it were Sansa, then probably. But nope, not for me."

Edric threw back his head and laughed. "How about we test that theory?"

"How about no?" Arya said with a grin.

"Okay, kids. Here comes loverboy," an amused Theon said as he stood to meet the guys. "We good?"

Robb nodded, but Gendry remained silent. He tugged Arya back to his side, though, and Edric raised his brows at Arya as if to say told ya!

"You guys ready? Gear okay? You got the rules of the game, yeah? Arya, don't be nervous, alright. Have fun out there," Robb instructed to the group.

Getting into positions behind the bunker, Robb cupped one hand to his mouth and shouted, "GAME ON!"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Sansa chanted under her breath as she heard the shots fired. They were spread out in their side of the field, but for some reason, Joffrey was crouching with her behind the bunker.

"Relax," he huffed. "Get your head in the game!"

"I don't want anyone to shoot my head!" Sansa cried out.

Joffrey rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean that literally!"

More shots were fired. Sansa jumped with each shot she heard; still not getting used to the sound even after 15 minutes into the game.

"Stop jumping in fright! We have to move on up the field, we can't stay here for the entire game!" Joffrey said, taking a few shots out there before ducking again.

They heard Theon shout out, "Hit! I'm hit!" Joffrey and Sansa peered from behind the bunker, seeing Theon walk out to the dead zone with his hands and gun above his head. He looked pissed for getting eliminated early, but it was an advantage to their team because the other one has just lost a member.

"See that stack of tires over there? See? That's Sandor over there. Run towards that bunker and I'll cover for you. No one's shooting at us so they're probably focused on someone else."

Sansa's eyes widened in fright. She looked at the next bunker and saw Sandor looking at theirs. She noticed that Joffrey was sending a signal to Sandor, to which the bigger guy nodded in understanding.

"Okay, I'll start shooting from this side and you run as fast as you can, alright?"

"Ah…oh my god…okay!"

"Sansa?"

"Yes, Joff?"

"Don't get hit."

"Paint check! Paint check!" Willas cried out from behind the tree he was crouched at. Jon was nearest to him and checked his back to where Willas was pointing at.

"That's just a splatter," Jon said as he inspected the shirt some more. "Fuck!"

"What?"

"This one's solid, bro," Jon muttered.

Calling out to the referees that he'd been hit, Willas walked towards the dead zone to where Theon was, who was still bummed over his early exit from the game.

"Who hit you?" Theon asked with a laugh.

"I think it was fucking Baratheon," he said glumly as he took off his mask. "Gendry's a pretty tough competition at paintball."

"I think he's been practicing for when the Starks decide to murder him because of their sister."

"So…is she seeing anyone?" Willas asked.

Theon squinted his eyes. "She's Gendry's girlfriend, you dumbass. Don't even think about it. Baratheon's got a pretty good trigger finger."

"I wasn't talking about Arya."

Realization dawned on Theon and he chuckled. "Sansa? Good luck with that."

"I love a challenge," Willas said with a goofy grin on his handsome face.

"You've obviously haven't talked to Gendry yet, haven't you? Go on and ask him how he's faring with the Stark brothers. That'll probably be a good therapy session for him too."

"That bad?"

Theon shrugged. "Not really. Jon's the worst, though. In his head, Arya's still this little girl who begs him for candies and chocolates past her bedtime and pleads to death until he tucks her into bed. That is the Arya Jon has stuck in her mind, not this extremely pretty 17 year-old who's about to start University."

"Ah."

Just then, they heard more shots from across the field, until a glum-looking Robb came out with his hands and gun over his head. Theon and Willas rolled on the grass, laughing their heads off, as an annoyed Robb sat beside them.

"Don't even think about it," Robb muttered, taking a swig of water from his bottle.

"You were supposed to be the leader, man!" Theon cried out with the hilarity of it.

"Fuck you," was all Robb could say in response.

"Psst! Arya!" Edric signaled to her from behind his bunker.

He could see Arya trying to peer from behind hers, checking out where she could run to next. Gendry was to her left and Edric was to her right. She looked over to her boyfriend and saw him signaling to her to get behind the bunker with him. Then she looked over to him, studying how far his bunker was compared with Gendry's.

"Arya!" Gendry shouted in between shots heard.

Arya looked left to right, seemingly confused as to where to go, and she knew time was running out. She needs to make her move now, unless she wants the opponents to catch her while she was still unable to make her decision.

She wanted to run to Gendry, but Jon and Joffrey were shooting at him now. She can't possibly run to his side now, can't she? That would be stupid and suicidal. She took one last look at Gendry, seeing that he was occupied with firing back at the others, and ran as fast as she could towards Edric's bunker.

"Good job!" Edric whispered, crouching next to her as she tried to catch her breath.

"HIT! I'M HIT! I'M HIT!"

Arya's heart beat fast when she saw that Gendry was walking towards the dead zone; paint splatter on his arm and a deathly dangerous frown on his face. He looked at them as he passed by, and Arya could practically feel his growl as if it was vibrating off her skin.

"GAME ON!" Robb shouted to signal that Gendry was safely in the dead zone, and that the game may resume.

Feeling a little angry that her boyfriend was eliminated, she felt freshly-motivated and started shooting at the opponents. She and Edric kept up with the firing of shots; hiding behind bunkers and crawling over the grass and weeds and crouching behind trees as they moved on up in the field. As if for added motivation, the speakers started blaring out Imagine Dragons' Radioactive, making them all really get into the game.

More shots were fired until Jon and Joffrey were out, leaving her and Edric versus Sandor and Sansa.

Wait, what? Sansa?

She was momentarily distracted until she finally realized that Edric was shouting to everyone that he was hit. Arya had a moment of panic when she realized that it was just her, Sandor and Sansa left.

Woah

Woah

I'm radioactive

Radioactive

The speakers blared out the song, jolting Arya out of her temporary trance. She could hear the guys at the dead zone shouting out instructions, mild taunts and excited cheers. In her head, she could hear Gendry cheering for her; or maybe it was real, she didn't know. She was so nervous and excited at the same time; feeling the adrenaline rush through her entire body, making it thrum with excitement.

She crawled to the next bunker; ignoring some fresh new scratches and cuts on her arms. Gendry made sure she had a change of appropriate clothes for the game; handing over an old black hoodie of his for her to wear. It helped a lot to wear the right gear, but she still had cuts and scrapes and she was pretty sure she would be sporting a bruise or two before the day ends.

She peered over her hiding place and aimed for the bunker where Sandor and Sansa were hiding at. She almost laughed out loud when he saw Sandor's leg sticking out a bit. He was probably making sure Sansa was with him and protected the whole time, forgetting that he was actually larger than a stack of tires could hide him. Arya aimed her gun at his leg and held her breath as she took a shot.

It felt awhile for Arya before she heard a shout.

"HIT!"

Fuck yeah!

She quickly ran behind a stack of wooden crates, careful not to be seen by her sister, wherever she is now. Sandor walked towards the dead zone where the other guys were. But she shut out the calls from the guys and focused on her game. She didn't plan on losing to Sansa.

Not today.

"Shit! Shit!" Sansa muttered as she crawled towards the next hiding place. It was just between her and Arya now, she realized, and she was frightened. Her sister was never one to back down from a competition, and this one was most definitely not Sansa's turf.

Arya started firing shots at her cover; she could feel the splatter of paint on her protective cover. She tried to stop herself from jumping in surprise everytime a shot was fired. She has to get used to this if she wanted to win. Feeling a little braver, she took a shot at Arya and had to duck when Arya started firing back. Sansa could hear the guys cheering for her and her sister both, and now that she's finally getting the hang of it, she realized she hasn't had this much fun in a long time.

Sansa started firing again until she heard the thing she most wanted to hear at that moment.

"I'M HIT! AND IT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER! SANSA, YOU BEYOTCH!"

Sansa screamed and ran over to Arya, seeing her glumly slumped behind the bunker with a pissed expression. "I won! I won!"

"Shut up," Arya muttered. "Congratulations, beyotch."

"Thanks, beyotch!"

Her sister hugged her all the same, even if Sansa knew Arya was pissed for losing the game. The guys came running over to them, Robb and Jon hugging Sansa as she shyly thanked them, especially Sandor.

"I didn't know you could kick ass, Stark," Sandor said to her a while later. "Thought it would be the feisty one."

"You doubted my abilities!" Sansa pretended to be shocked.

"Well, your squealing and sobbing weren't really indications of someone who's going to win, but you did well."

"Thanks, Sandor," she said shyly.

"Were you hurt?" Gendry asked Arya when he finally caught up with her.

"It stung like a motherfucker," she replied.

"I was actually talking about your pride," Gendry teased.

"Haha. Very funny, Baratheon. Tell me that when I get to be eliminated first."

That shut Gendry up.

"Hey! You were awesome!" Edric walked over to her, giving her a tight hug.

"Thanks! You were great, too! Didn't know you've played paintball before," Arya replied with a wide grin.

Gendry rolled his eyes. "Come here," he said, tugging the hem of her shirt so she stood closer to him. "That was pretty aggressive."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. And kick ass."

"Really now."

Gendry placed his mouth next to her ear as he hugged her tightly to him, placing his hands in each of her jeans' back pockets. "And so fucking hot."

Arya chuckled.

"Um, so…I think we're leaving now," Edric said uneasily, shuffling his feet in embarrassment.

"I know of ways you could channel that aggression," Gendry growled in Arya's ear, completely ignoring Edric.

"I'm sure," she said with a soft laugh.

"Later?" Gendry said, finally pulling away from her a little.

Arya grinned. "Later."