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Robb decided that he would go to Margaery's party, but only for a little while. After he left the party he thought that he might go see Jon and hang out with him. He ran a comb through his hair quickly before leaving. He got into his car and drove to Theon's house.
"You have a ride home, right?" Robb asked when Theon got in the car.
"Yeah," Theon assured him, "I'm getting a ride from Asha."
"Why couldn't she give you a ride there?" Robb asked as he pulled out of the driveway.
"She's working right now," Theon explained. "So, have you talked to Jon recently?"
Robb wondered if he should tell Theon about him and Jon. Theon was his best friend, and he thought that he deserved to know everything, but then again, could he really trust him to keep a secret? Also, Jon wouldn't want Theon to know, and Robb wanted to respect his wishes, so he decided against telling Theon about their relationship.
"No, not really," he lied. "Actually, the last time I talked to him he said that he didn't think it would be a good idea for us to be together." That wasn't a total lie.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because I'm your best friend! And the day you kissed Jon was the first time I had ever seen you truly happy in awhile."
That surprised him. "Really?"
"Yeah, it was. Ever since your dad died you've been in a kind of shitty mood. You're either super depressed or really on edge."
Robb hadn't even realized that he had been acting that way. "Man, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I really don't give a shit. Your dad died, you're allowed to act however you want."
"You're a great friend, Theon." Robb reached over and patted Theon's shoulder. Theon pushed his hand away.
"Alright, no need to go all Nicholas Sparks on me and shit."
They arrived at the party minutes later. There were so many cars that Robb had to park half a block away from the house. When they got inside they immediately went in search of Arya. They found her in a corner of the living room, arms crossed, with a bored look on her face.
"Hey Arya, are you enjoying yourself?" Theon smirked.
"Oh shut up," she spat back. "This is horrible. I hate everyone here so it's not like I can have a good time."
"Then why'd you come?" Robb asked.
"Because it was supposed to be fun!"
"Well then why don't you go?" Theon asked.
"Because I have nothing else to do."
Robb and Theon laughed. Arya rolled her eyes. "So what do you want to do?" she asked them.
"I don't know about you," Theon said, eyeing a blonde girl standing across the room from them, "but I'm going to go have myself a good time." He left them alone to go talk to the girl.
"Well at least someone's enjoying themself," Robb said. Arya nodded as someone bumped into her from behind and spilled his drink on her. Annoyed, she whipped her head around and shouted, "Hey, watch it!"
"Oh God, I am so sorry!" Gendry shouted back. "Here, let me get you a towel."
"No it's fine, I'll go get one myself." She pushed him aside and went in search of the bathroom.
"Holy shit, how long do you think she'll hate me for?" Gendry asked. Arya was famous at school for her long-term grudges.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Robb replied indifferently.
"Are you sure? I know she can hold a grudge for a pretty long time and I don't want her to hate me."
"Why do you care so much anyway?" Suddenly it came to him. "Do you have a crush on Arya?"
"What? No of course not! I just, um, I just care very much about people's opinions of me."
"Okay, whatever you say," Robb said sarcastically.
"I'm telling the truth!" Gendry yelled in a high-pitched voice. Robb smirked. "Fine, don't believe me." He looked down at his red solo cup. "I'm going to go get some more punch, you want anything?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Robb watched as Gendry walked away. But instead of going to the kitchen he went to the bathroom, to check on Arya Robb guessed. He smiled, thinking about how cute they would be together. That's when Robb realized that this was the moment he had been waiting for. This was his chance to leave and go see Jon. He left quickly before anyone else could come up to talk to him again.
Robb texted Theon and Arya that he had left as he walked up to Jon's front door. (He thought it best to leave out where he was going though.) Jon answered the door eagerly before Robb could knock. He grabbed Robb's hand and pulled him in. He quickly shut the door and then pulled Robb towards him and gave him a short but passionate kiss.
"Whoa," Robb laughed when Jon pulled away, "someone's a little excited."
"My uncle's not here," Jon said with a suggestive smile. "So do you want to see my room?"
"I have a feeling that I'm not going to be doing much looking at your room."
Jon laughed and grabbed Robb's hand, leading him upstairs and into a dark room. Robb shut the door behind him as Jon turned on the light. Then, Jon pulled Robb towards him by the shoulders and kissed him on the lips hard. Robb grabbed Jon's waist and pushed him against the wall. He opened his mouth slightly and felt Jon's tongue enter. Robb pushed his tongue against Jon's playfully for a bit before moving his lips away from Jon's and kissing him on the neck.
Robb pushed his hands under Jon's shirt and trailed his fingers across the planes of his stomach. Jon gasped at his touch.
"Robb," he said, placing his hands on Robb's shoulders and pushing him away, "we need to slow down."
Robb looked at him, confused. "I thought..."
"I know," Jon said, "and I wanted to. But I'm just... I just don't think I'm ready yet."
Robb sighed. Although he wanted this, more than anything, he cared about Jon and what he wanted. "Okay, that's fine."
"Are you sure?"
Robb nodded. "Yeah. If you're not ready then I'll respect that."
Jon smiled. "Thanks Robb."
Robb pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his lips. "So, what do you want to do instead?"
"We could watch a movie?"
"Sounds good, you got any porn?"
Jon laughed and kissed him quick before grabbing his hand and bringing him downstairs.
"Will you please just go away?" Arya shouted at Gendry. Ever since she had refused to let him help her clean up in the bathroom he'd been following her around, asking for her forgiveness.
"Not until you let me make it up to you," Gendry said.
"I already told you, I'm not mad at you."
"I know you're not, but can I still make it up to you in some way?"
"No, just leave me alone, okay!"
Gendry frowned but left her anyway. Arya sighed in relief but was oddly disappointed to see him give up so easily. As much as he irritated and annoyed the shit out of her there was another part of her that found him strangely attractive.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and she whirled around. "I told you to- oh, Sansa."
Sansa smiled. "Hey Arya." She pulled her into a tight hug. "I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you."
"Yeah," Arya said, looking down. "well ever since you started hanging out with Cersei..."
Sansa frowned and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I get along with them way better than you guys. No offense."
"None taken. And I know you didn't mean any offense by it, and trust me, I'm completely fine with it. It's your life; you can be friends with whoever the fuck you want. But Robb..."
Sansa shook her head. "I don't understand what his problem is? Do you?"
"Does anybody?"
Sansa laughed. "We're still friends though, right?"
Arya nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"Good. So, what's up with you and Gendry?"
Arya rolled her eyes. "Absolutely nothing."
Robb had fallen asleep on Jon's shoulder halfway through The Avengers. Jon had an arm around his waist, holding him close, and was about to drift off as well when he heard a faint buzzing. Without thinking, he grabbed the vibrating from where it was sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
"Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Who the hell is this?"
Jon realized with a start that it hadn't been his phone he answered, but Robb's. He looked at the caller ID and immediately regretted picking it up when he saw who it was.
"H-hey Theon."
"Okay, are you going to tell me who the fuck you are before this gets any creepier than it already is?" Theon sounded angry. And drunk.
"It's, um, Jon. Jon Snow."
"Jon?" Jon could hear the complete and utter confusion in Theon's voice. "Why do you have Robb's phone?"
Jon hesitated, not knowing what to tell Theon or just how much he should tell him. Luckily, Robb woke up before he had to make a decision.
"Jon," Robb said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "why are you on my phone?"
"Um, here." Jon hastily shoved the phone into Robb's hand.
Robb arched an eyebrow and raised the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Robb," Robb froze at the sound of Theon's voice on the other end, "you have a lot of explaining to do."