Notes: Hey...

*hides behind the door*

I am so sorry, people! I promise I haven't abandoned this fanfiction, I'm just having a hard time writing in general.

I really appreciate all the support you guys have been giving me, even though it has been a long time since the last time I updated it. It's very nice to see it all.

I've just finished this chapter, so it hasn't been beta-read, I haven't even checked it myself, so let em know if there's anything that needs to be changed.

I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 11

Sansa didn't know what to do anymore. She had run as far as she could, but now she didn't want to run anymore. If she were to be honest, she had no idea what she wanted.

No, that was a lie. She knew.

However, once again, she was scared shitless of doing something about it, because she was afraid of what would happen when everything went wrong.

Because, let us all be honest, it would go wrong eventually.

But she wanted them. She wanted what Jon had offered: both Stark brothers, wrapped up for present, hers to keep.

To love.

And that was what scared her the most: Sansa knew she would love them. Hell, she loved them already, as insane as it sounded. Jon and Robb had wormed their way inside her heart and she couldn't fight it anymore.

The problem wasn't denying her feelings; it was believing they could actually love her as she did them; or -even worse -that they'd keep loving her once they had her.

Besides all of that… She still had to think about the repercussions of dating two boys at the same time. The University would have a field day with that.

Sansa didn't know if she was ready for that level of exposition. She was panicking over so many aspects and she needed someone to talk to, she just didn't feel like talking to Alys and Jeyne about it.

That was why she was knocking on a very specific door at that moment.

Ros opened it quickly enough. The older girl was wearing a huge shirt, no bra and hot pants; Sansa wished she was half as confident with her body as Ros was with hers.

"Sansa?" Ros seemed surprised to see her there. "Is everything alright?"

"Can I talk to you, please?" Sansa asked, her voice sounding a bit too desperate, in her opinion.

Ros gave her one long look, then looked over her shoulder. "Theon, get out."

"Oh, I didn't know he was there." Sansa was quick to say. "I can…"

Ros made a dismissive gesture with her hand. Theon showed up behind her, putting a shirt one, his jean still open.

"Arryn?" He also looked surprised to see her there. "What's up?"

"Nothing much." Sansa gave him a weak smile. "Sorry to barge in like this."

He just shrugged. "No sweat." He pecked Ros on the cheek. "See you later, gorgeous."

Ros waved him away, then gave space to Sansa entered once he left. "Come in."

Sansa had never been to Ros's place. It was a very small flat, but it was well-kept. The redhead sat on the futon, while Ros went to the kitchenet and grabbed a glass of water.

"So?" Ros prompted, once she sat on the coffee table, directly in front of Sansa.

"I…" Sansa sighed. "I need advice."

Ros arched a brow and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that was close by. "On?"

"Robb and Jon." Sansa finally admitted.

"Because you shagged them?" Ros pushed, as she lit her cigarette.

Sansa was shocked. "You know?"

Ros's brow was still quite arched. "You were snogging with both of them at the party, darling. And you left together. It doesn't take a genius."

Sansa was gob smacked. "So everybody knows?"

"In what world have you been leaving?" Ros asked, completely astounded. "The whole University's talking about it."

Sansa hadn't noticed. At all.

Sure, people looked at her and whispered, but it had been that way since she arrived. She was so lots and confused she hadn't noticed the whispers had changed.

"This is such a mess." She hid her face between her hands.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it." Ros shrugged. "Why did you come here to talk about it? Mind you, I'm not kicking you out, or anything, but normally you talk about this stuff with Alys and Jeyne."

"They're driving me insane." Sansa admitted. "And I thought you… Well, this'll make me sound like a bitch."

Ros chuckled. "You came here because I'm used to people calling me a whore?" She guessed.

"I definitely feel like a bitch now."

Ros made a dismissive gesture with her hand. "Relax. You thought I'd understand what you did?"

"Not exactly that." Sansa confessed. "Robb and Jon… They want to date me."

"At the same time?" Ros asked, totally curious now.

"Yes." Sansa confirmed.

"And you want to date them." It wasn't a question.

"I do." Sansa confirmed. "But there are so many things to take into consideration, and I…"

"You are worried about the rumors." Again, not a question.

"Yes. How do you deal with them?"

Ros sighed and put her cigarette out. "Do you know why they call me a whore?"

"I'm not sure." Sansa answered carefully. "I always assumed it was because people suck."

"They do." Ros confirmed. "But I actually used to get paid to have sex with people."

Sansa's eyebrows hit her hairline. "I…"

"During my first year here, I used to go out with some older men." She explained. "I didn't have a sugar daddy, I had a few. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep that a secret forever, but I honestly didn't care all that much."

"I don't know what to say." Sansa admitted.

"Don't worry about that. Just don't say 'I'm so sorry' or whatever. It's always awkward when people say that." Ros continued. "I stopped doing that years ago, but people don't forget and forgive easily, or at all. That's why everybody keeps calling me a whore."

"Oh."

"My point is: I did it because I wanted to. I wasn't paying off a huge debt or supporting a drug addiction. It was a job, like waitressing or something of the type. I also quit it because I wanted to, but people will never let me forget that, one day, I was getting paid to have sex."

"What I'm trying to tell you is, even though the situation is completely different, if you date them, people will notice and they'll comment and they're probably going to call you a whore too." Ros continued, but her voice was kind, even if it was firm.

"I know." Sansa sighed one more time. "How can you stand it?"

"I have nothing to prove to this bunch of rich wankers. I couldn't care less about their opinion. My concern is if you can do the same."

"I don't know if I can." Sansa replied honestly.

"But Robb and Jon are worth it." Ros pointed out. "If it was any other pair, I'd tell you to run fast in the opposite direction. But those two? I think you should go for it."

"I'm scared." Sansa confessed.

Ros snorted. "Strange would be if you weren't. It is a big risk. The question is: are you ready to take it? I can see in your face you've seen some shit. Nobody can judge you if you aren't to date those two, especially like this."

"But you would do it." It wasn't a question.

"Darling, if I were in your place, those two wouldn't see the outside of their apartment for a month."

Sansa couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I should talk to them, shouldn't I?"

Ros shrugged. "It might help. Or you can just shag them."

"One thing at the time, please."

Notes: Let me know your feelings.

I know it was quite short. The next one is a bit more about Sansa and the Starks getting closer together, and the one next to that is -finally -going to be all about the boy's POV.

I hope you enjoyed it!