A/N: Hey again! Thanks for reading, reviewing&following!
You guys are awesome :) And yes, fluffypinkunicorn001, it was indeed Moonage Daydream!
"~awesomeguitar~ I'm an alligator ~awesomeguitar~ I'm a mama papa coming for you~~"-(me singing like the crazy fan I am)
I looked at Jon and took a deep breath. "Get dressed," I said and tossed the bundle of cloths at him. "And let me handle this."
He gave me an uncertain look, but took the cloths with him to the bathroom.
I heard the knocks again. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled at the door. I opened the door, ready for the worst of all.
Ben stood there, tall and blond and good looking as usual. He looked at the living room behind me, searching for the man that answered his call.
"What?" I asked, not very pleased with his presence. Before he could answer, his eyes widen as spotted someone behind me.
"Jon!" I said, looking back. The guy didn't get dressed. He was still in my dragon bath robe, looking at Ben suspiciously.
"So, you're the Brit who answered the phone?" Ben asked bluntly.
"The what?" Jon asked, then turned to me. "Is that the Rock God who sang about alligators?" He looked a bit amused. A big difference from his usual black steal puppy eyed expression. "Is he giving you any trouble?" He went into serious-mode again.
"Definitely not."
"So he must be 'Ben the Jerk'?"
"Yes, Jon. You're not helping."
Ben looked down at the King in the North with dismay. "Go back to where you came from, little guy." He said, very intelligently (ahm sarcasm aham.) "You don't worth Andie's time, she's just playing you until she'll get bored and run back to m-"
"Oy!" Jon said angrily and stepped closer. "I know a little man, and he's worth more than a thousand like you!"
"That was dramatic." I commented. "But seriously, Ben, fuck off."
"We do not have time for these conversations anyways." The northerner said, "Winter is here. I need to go back to Winterfell, and you, my friend, need to work on your stance and form. You'll never defeat a wight standing like that, I doubt you ever lifted a sword in your life."
That was enough to silence Ben. He just stood there, shocked in his khaki shorts and pricy t-shirt, staring at Jon in his (MY) dragon bath robe and the very serious experssion on his face.
Then he started again, "No, but really Andie? Him?-"
Then I slammed the door in the blondie's face and turned to look at Jon. "No talking of swords or winter or whatever a wight is, is that clear?" I asked. "If I won't call the police, someone will."
"Who is the police you are talking about? Is that your way of calling the City Guard?" Jon wondered.
"Yes, City Guard, whatever. Get dressed."
"You gave me two pairs of trousers." He stated. And to that, I face palmed myself.
"One of them is boxers." I said, and he just looked at me, "Underwear," I explained miserably, "The shorts tight black ones go under the longer wider ones."
Jon nodded and went back to my room as the knocks on my door resumed.
I opened again to find Ben on his knees, singing dramaticaly-
"Oh can't you see?
You belong to me.
My poor heart aches,
With every step you make!"
"You better not be here in the next five minutes." I said and closed the door again.
He is aware it's a song about a stalker, right?
Jon looked like a normal human, finally. He wore ripped dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that said in big white letters 'PROUD FORMER EMO'
"What's emo?" Jon asked as he wore the old sneakers.
I put on my hippie round and yellow sunglasses and tried not to laugh too hard. "Some of the more tragic heroes and victims of the early 2000's."
It didn't look like he really understood, but my answer satisfied him.
I looked in the mirror-I was wearing bright jeans shorts and a deep green tank top. My hair-cut to shoulder length and forever untamed-was dyed dark blue. My bronze skin was at its best with the tan from the summer sun. I was definitely ready to walk down the streets of the city.
The problem was, well, Jon.
He was trying to figure out how to strap his massive sword to his jeans, or conceal the knife he used to threaten me with in his sneakers.
"No weapons." I said. "In 'Murica you can only carry guns around."
He didn't look pleased with it, and confused. "So how are we to defend ourselves from the dangers of the Central Park?"
I tried really hard not to laugh in his face. I took out the taser I had in my tiny backpack and pressed the button, to show him the electricity. Once again, he looked completely baffled with wide eyes. "You must be a witch." He stated.
"I'm not," I sighed, can't believe he took something that strong. Is he really still hallucinating? "The magic is called technology. It is produced by very smart people who sell it to the masses." I tried to talk in a way he'll understand.
"Wizards are making gold by selling these silver cabinets for food, those lightning in boxes and the… iPhones? Are they out of their mind, giving that… Technology to simple minded people?" He looked pretty annoyed.
"Chillaxe, dude. It's only something I use for self-defence, don't worry." I smiled reassuringly and stuffed the taser back in my backpack. "And thanks for calling me simple minded."
He gave a last look to his beloved sword as we stepped out of the apartment and I locked the door.
Jon Snow in the big city.
That's going to be interesting.
...
No, I take it back. It's not interesting.
It's dangerous.
You know how New Yorkers are known to step into the roads without the smallest fuck about traffic?
Well, take that and the fact that the guy was acting like he saw it all for the first time and add him walking like a drunk two-year-old without any sense of direction.
Then double it and sprinkle angry busy people in the streets to bump in as well.
When we got out of the building, he just stood and looked around. He looked at the green signs, at the road and the crosswalk, at the sidewalks and the people who walked on them, most of them deep in texting, with headphones on. The street was packed with parked cars on the sides. Jon looked at the cars, trying to figure what their use is.
Then we started to walk, him barely looking at where I'm going. "What is this place?" He asked as he stopped by an old vending machine. "Is that food? Is that where you store your food for winter? It still doesn't look enough. I believe winter's going to last for years now, with the White Walkers coming, and it is going to be dark and-"
"Full of terror." I completed sarcastically, taking my wallet out of my backpack. I pulled one dollar out. "There you go," I said, giving him the money. "You can have something if you want a snack that bad."
Jon looked at the money. "Why are you handing me a piece of paper?" He asked, but took it anyway, examining the drawings and Washington's face, "Is that the king of New York?"
"It's money, Don Quixote." I said, "You use it to pay for things. Here in the U.S. it's called dollar. And that dude is George Washington, he was our first president."
"The U.S?" Jon was even more confused, "I thought we were in New York."
"We are, love, we are." I sighed and pointed at the slot for the money. "Here you put the dollar after you type in the number of the snack you want." I said.
Mr. King in the North took a step closer and looked curiously through the glass. "It says the Funyuns are one and a half dollars," He pointed out smartly.
"It does, my king. And you only have but one mere dollar, so carry on with it and choose a snack that costs one freaking dollar!" I tried not to curse too badly because a dad and his young kid were waiting behind us.
"Well," Jon thought out load. "There is the Milky Way, which cost one dollar. Also the Kit-Kat,"
The dad who waited behind us started to lose his cool. "Can we use the-"
"Soon," Jon said. "How do I… type in the number?" he asked me. I gave an apologetic look to the dad behind us, then pointed at the numbers that were just in front of Jon's pretty face.
He pressed on the numbers carefully and let the machine take his dollar. He gasped, startled, as it swallowed the money and the Kit-Kat row moved forward, dropping the Kit-Kat down. I reach to the small compartment and took the snack out of the vending machine.
The bloody ceremony was over.
"Here, your Grace, now let's remove ourselves from here." I said and handed him the snack as we walked down the remotely quite street. I don't know how the dude will react when he'll see a moving car. I can't wait for it, with all of the annoying comments he has, it starts to be really cute and funny. Did I say cute? No I didn't.
Jon looked at the red plastic wrap. He almost tried to bit it but regretted before I managed to make a big joke out of him.
"It does not seem edible." He declared.
"Because you need to open it first." I said and took it from him. I opened the wrap and threw it into the closest bin, handing him the chocolate bar.
He looked at it uncertainty. "It's still too polished to be food, it looks almost like wood." He said, then took a bite. His eyes widen as he chewed and swallowed. "This is too bloody sweet." He stated, then took another bite despite his remark.
I gave him a half smile, when I saw a taxi passing down the street.
The shock that came to his face was priceless.
"Wha-what is that?" He asked.
"You are such a good actor. First the Kit-Kat, now the damn taxi. Are you ever going to break character?" I wondered.
"Please tell me, Andie. I am truly lost." He asked, seeming really frustrated by that point.
"Let's just keep on walking." I said as a van crossed the other way.
"Andie," He stopped and looked me in the eyes like it was a matter of life or death, "How does those carriage move without horses?"
I smiled. Well, at least he figured out by himself that it was some kind of transportation vehicle."They're called cars," I said, "They run on gasoline and are faster than horses." We started to get close to downtown Manhattan, where the traffic was jammed and more and more people filled the streets.
Jon looked at the road full of standing cars, waiting for the lights to change, then at the people and snorted mockingly, "It seems to me they're mostly standing."
I rolled my eyes, snorting back at him, amused.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow." I said with half a smile, as he stopped mid-walking to stare at me in shock.
A/N: Well, that was a short one :) well, that's how it felt while I wrote it anyway.
We might ear more of Ben the Jerk. He really made a fool of himself with that song, did he?
I hope you enjoyed that one! Tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guy :3
See you soon,
~A Girl Has Many Names~