Notes: Hey there!

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By the way... I corrected some mistakes beofre posting, but I didn't have this beta read, so I might have missed something. Let me know if it's the case.

Chapter 8

Sansa couldn't believe she'd actually accepted going out with them. Sure, it wouldn't be just Robb and Jon, but still… She shouldn't encourage them like that.

It'd come back to bite her in the arse.

It still didn't explain why she was stepping inside the pub and looking around. She hoped she wouldn't find them, but she knew it was a stupid thing to think; she knew they were there.

"Lady Arryn!"

Sansa rolled her eyes, but still walked to where Robb Stark was, waving his hand.

"You came." His smile was positively dazzling.

"I said I would." She told him, taking off her jacket.

"Jon, she's here!" He told his brother.

Jon chuckled. "I can see." He then turned his eyes to her. "Nice to see you, Arryn."

"You too, Stark." She turned to Alys and Jeyne who were already there as well. "Hey."

"You're actually here." Alys commented surprised. "When Robb said you were coming I thought he was high."

Sansa snickered. "I thought I was high when I agreed."

"It was because of the dogs!" Robb cut in. "We found out her weak spot."

Sansa rolled her eyes, before saying "hello" to Theon and Ros, who were also there. She didn't know them very well but knew that they were part of the Starks' crew.

She couldn't believe she was there.

"Wow. The Ice Queen in person." Theon spoke.

Ros elbowed him. "Don't be a prick." She glared at him. "Hey, Arryn."

"Hey, Ros. Just Sansa is fine."

Ros smiled at her.

"What are you going to drink, Sansa?" Alys asked her.

"Any chance they make Cosmopolitans here?"

Jeyne snorted. "I wouldn't trust Luwin to mix one of those." She said honestly.

"Then I'll have a whisky and coke." Sansa decided.

"That's our girl!" Alys slapped the bar. "LUWIN, WHISKY AND COKE!"

"No need to scream!" The elderly man protested. "I'm old, not deaf."

The old man grumbled as he placed the drink in front of Sansa.

"A toast?" Robb asked, leaning his glass towards hers.

"To what?" She wanted to know.

"New friends." Alys suggested.

Sansa snorted. "Who says I want to be friends with those two wankers?"

Theon chocked on his beer. "I like you, Arryn. Stick around, please."

She rolled her eyes. "A toast. To meeting new people."

Jon and Robb grinned at her. "To new people."

XxX

Sansa wasn't sure how she ended being escorted home by the two Stark brothers. She hadn't stayed for one drink; she'd stayed for three drinks, four dances and three hours of conversation.

She already knew Jeyne and Alys, but she was surprised to see how down to Earth Ros was. Sansa had heard many times that Ros was a 'whore', and she wasn't surprised in the slightest to see how those were only hurtful rumors. Sansa herself was well acquainted with how cruel rumors could be, and how entirely fake. Ros's sex-life was no one's business but her own, even if the school made it sound like it was.

Theon was a much of a prick as she'd suspected, but he wasn't terrible. He did have a tendency of speaking whatever he wanted, but Sansa didn't get the feeling he was trying to be cruel or something. And for all his talk and posture of great seducer, he was pretty respectful to all of them.

Jon and Robb were another matter altogether. Sansa already knew they were likable; the whole university adored them. She had no intention of being one more fan. The problem was that they were legitimately nice people. Their mother had to be smug as hell for raising two perfect gentlemen, who were attractive, intelligent and polite. It was bloody ridiculous.

Robb hadn't lied to her earlier: his flirting was friendly, and he directed it at everyone who'd flirt back. He treated her the same way he treated everybody else, if not with a little less intimacy (which was quite fair, since he'd know all of them way better than he did her). Jon talked more than she'd ever heard before and Sansa finally understood what Alys had said before: Jon was reserved, not stupid. He obviously felt comfortable with the group and he talked about many things. And his voice was…

Anyway, Sansa had been unable to leave. She hadn't felt that good in what felt like decades. She laughed, she talked, and she'd made plans with the girls for the weekend.

She didn't know how much she'd missed having friends until that moment. And, despite everything that'd happened with Myranda and Harry, Sansa was happy to have friends again. It was for boyfriends she didn't care anymore.

At the end of the night, Robb and Jon insisted on taking her back to her apartment, because otherwise she'd walk alone, and their chivalrous sides were not happy with the idea. Sansa tried to say no, but they weren't willing to budge on that.

Once they stepped outside and she realized how empty the streets were, she was grateful for the company.

They talked about small things all the way to her building and Sansa was surprised to see she didn't want to say goodnight; she wanted to talk more.

That was exactly why she stepped back.

"Thank you, boys." She told them with a smile.

"Not a problem, Lady Arryn." Robb grinned back.

Sansa snorted. "I'll see you two around."

"Wait." Jon called. "We'll have a movie night at our place on Friday. Can you come?"

Sansa pressed her lips together. Should she go?

"Ghost and Greywind will be thoroughly disappointed if you don't come." Robb added. "I think they're already planning on cuddling you to death."

That surprised a chuckle out of her. "Well, I guess I can't disappoint Ghost and Greywind."

Notes: Next chapter, Jon talks to Sansa about what happened and she has a bit of a revelation.

There's also a nice serving of angst coming along, but anyway...

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