Note: I wanted to throw out a warning that my final exams are fast approaching, and I'm a little worried that I won't have the time to keep pumping out chapters like I have been (I've never written something so quickly in my life). That being said, fear not! I still have big plans for this fic, and since I seem to be really enjoying writing it, I'm going to try to get it out on the page as fast as possible. Also, this chapter, sadly, is basically just filler. Sorry, but good stuff to come I promise!

Summary: In which Arya and Gendry both have very different views on how the prom went.

"Get up you sorry sons of whores!"

Gendry jumped so violently that he rammed his head into the roof of the ferrari, cursing loudly as he did. Head still fogged with sleep, he looked around, confused and blurry-eyed, to see Arya next to him, looking like she had been surprised as well.

The door of the car was wrenched open, and Yoren stuck his burly face in, scowling at them, his eyes doing their very best to burn Gendry to the ground.

"What's going on here?" He barked, causing both of them to jump again.

"We were sleeping, jesus Yoren," Gendry grumbled, running a hand over his face, his eyes still caked with sleep.

"I can see that," Yoren snapped. "It's what you were doing before sleeping that concerns me. There better not be semen in that car, boy, or I'll skin your arse and hang it in my office!"

"Don't worry," Arya said from behind Gendry. "We really were just sleeping. Joffrey was supposed to drop us off at Winterfell last night, but instead, he thought it'd be a good joke if he dumped us here for the night."

Yoren gave Gendry a long, distrustful look.

"Good," he snarled, "because if you laid one finger on her-"

"It would be our business," Arya snapped, getting out of the car and slamming the door. "And don't worry, there's no danger of that ever happening."

Gendry blinked in surprise. He had not expected her voice to sound so acidic, but then again, she had just spent the night in a car instead of a bed, and she couldn't be in a good mood. In fact, it was expected that she would be furious. Gendry almost felt sorry for Joffrey. He was really going to get it.

"Didn't you have any form of transportation?" Yoren asked, straightening up so that Gendry could get out as well.

"No," Arya snarled. "He stole my phone, and Gendry had left his at home."

Yoren sighed.

"Well, I suppose I'll be driving both of you home then?" He grumbled, looking very put out.

"That would be lovely," Arya sighed, running her hands through her hair, which had not survived the night, but was now tangled and depleted.

Just as she said that, there was a screeching of tires, and a nice car pulled into the Forge parking lot. Before Gendry could wonder who it was, Sansa was leaping out of the car, having changed into a sweater and white jeans, and was running towards them, shouting apologies.

"I'm so sorry!" She cried, running up to Arya and sounding breathless. "I can't believe Joffrey did that! I begged him and begged him to stop, but he just wouldn't! And when we got to King's Landing, I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out until he promised to take me home! I came to get you as soon as I could, I swear! I'm so sorry!"

"Why don't you just dump him?" Arya asked grumpily, pulling Gendry's suit jacket tighter around her shoulders. Sansa sighed.

"I've come to take you straight home, Arya. Dad's furious, he's been yelling at Robert Baratheon for hours. I think he'll go absolutely bonkers if I don't get you back instantly," she sighed, looking fretful.

"All right, keep your hair on," Arya said, and then she turned back to Gendry.

"Here," she said, giving him his suit jacket. "Thanks for that."

Gendry took it, smiling at her. She gave him a small smile in return, and then warily turned to Sansa, who snatched her arm and started dragging her back to the car.

"See you at the tournament!" Gendry called after her happily, waving. She waved back, though slightly less enthusiastically. He sighed, watching as she got in the car, and then watching her driving away. Really, he couldn't have imagined that last night going better if he tried.

"So you'll give me a lift then?" He asked, turning to Yoren.

"What am I? A cabbie? Take the damn bus," Yoren snapped, slapping a few bills in his hand before slouching back into the Forge. "And I want that money back!"

Gendry sighed, but his mood couldn't be dampened.

It just couldn't have gone better, and he felt ten feet tall.

Ooooooooooooooo

Really, it couldn't have gone worse, Arya thought dejectedly as Sansa drove her home, prattling on with one apology after another. She had never felt so embarrassed, or humiliated, in her life.

Practice, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. He had told her she needed practice! Humiliation coiled in her stomach like a hot angry snake, pulling in her insides until she wanted to just melt into the seat of the car. STUPID! What had possessed her to do that? Why did she kiss him? WHY?

She couldn't think of a worse outcome. Well, maybe she could, but realistically this was probably the worst that could have happened. Practice! It had been horrible, she was sure. What had she been doing? He probably noticed right away. He'd probably kissed loads of girls before. Girls that were better than her, prettier than her, and far more experienced than she was. He was probably feeling sorry for her right now, poor Arya, poor kid who can't even kiss properly. Poor little virgin.

Ugh! She wanted to go back and kick herself in the face.

"What's wrong?" Sansa asked, concerned. "Are you okay? Did something bad happen?"

"No," Arya snapped, but, of course, that basically meant that something bad had happened.

"Did you and Gendry have a row?" Sansa asked, frowning. "He seemed perfectly happy to me when I picked you up. Was it about the kiss?"

Arya stared determinedly out the window, her cheeks burning.

"Well? Was it?"

"We didn't have a row," Arya said curtly. "I just don't really appreciate being dumped in a parking lot in the middle of the night and having to sleep in the car. I ache all over, and I barely slept at all. I'm tired, Sansa, is that a crime?"

"No," Sansa sighed. "Of course not. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Arya said, annoyed. "You did nothing wrong. It's Joffrey who should be apologizing!"

"That's what Dad said," Sansa sighed. "He was so furious when Joffrey dropped me off, I was surprised he didn't charge down Joffrey's car and take him out and beat him. I told you he's been on the phone with Robert, who, of course, thinks it's all hilarious. He can be really crude, you know."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Crude?" Arya asked, lost.

"Oh he just said some things about you and Gendry being dropped off together that Dad really didn't like," Sansa said delicately.

"Yeah, I bet he didn't," Arya said. "And if I know Robert Baratheon, they weren't very nice."

"Hardly," Sansa said, smirking a bit.

"Oh Ned, don't be such an old man! I'm sure Gendry knows how to keep Arya warm at night, he's a Baratheon after all!" Arya said, dropping her voice and screwing her face up in a very good impression of Robert Baratheon. Sansa laughed.

"That would be the PG version of it," she said darkly.

"That would be the PG version?" Arya sputtered. "What does he have? A psychotic death wish? You know how protective Dad is!"

"Trust me, I know," Sansa said. "He wasn't too pleased about Joffrey taking me to King's Landing either."

"Did you, you know... Did Joffrey want to..." Arya asked tentatively.

"Did Joffrey want to get in my pants?" Sansa asked bluntly, not daunted in the least. "Yes. Did I let him? No."

"Good," Arya sighed with relief, and then, realizing how offenssive that must have sounded, sputtered, "I mean-"

"I'm not completely worthless, you know," Sansa snapped. "I'd never so much as kiss him after he pulled a stunt like that. And you can be sure that I'll be giving him the silent treatment too."

"But you're not going to break up with him, are you?" Arya said, disappointed.

"I don't know," Sansa said after a long moment of silence.

"What?"Arya said, sure she had misheard her.

"Nothing," Sansa said, shrugging her off. "We'll see what happens. I might not even get the chance, Dad really looked like he had murder on his mind."

"I sort of wish Robert would bring Joffrey over so we could watch Dad take him down," Arya said wickedly. Sansa laughed.

"I sort of wish that too," she sighed softly. "I sort of wish that too."

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