A/N:
Hope you'll like that one!
(I don't have anything smart to say. I went to Rhode Island yesterday. Totally underrated. That's all I have to tell you.
I woke up from rays of sun that entered through the windows. I was in my bed in my pajamas, snuggled in my fuzzy TV blanket. Hm, I don't remember falling asleep here.
What day is it? Oh, right, Sunday. It's Green Day today.
I'll get to introduce Jon Snow to my weird pack of friends.
Jon Snow.
The King in the North.
Yup.
That guy,
What the fuck am I doing with my time, these days?
I looked at Marylin, who stretched in response, her green eyes asking for me to pet her. I stroked her head, thinking about Ghost. We will have to find a way to bring him here, I don't know for how long, but I can't have my cat eaten. I hope Jon's words, 'not for eating', worked on the direwolf. I know that if I'll tell my cat 'not for scratching' she won't listen. She'll hiss at him and hate him until he'll leave. At least she ignored Jon.
I got out of bed, stretching and walking to my bathroom to wash my face. I'm sure I fell asleep on the sofa, and him being the old-world person he is moved me to the bed. But if I'm here, where is Jon?
I got out of my room, walking quietly to my living room to find Jon sprawled on the sofa that wasn't big enough for him. I should've open it when I had a chance, the poor guy is going to have a sore neck when he wakes up. I stretched again and walked to the kitchen, taking the waffle iron out and making a nice chocolate batter as my phone rang. It was still in Jon's pocket, even though I gave him his bloody sword.
That's it, I'm taking back what's mine!
I stepped slowly towards Jon, trying to be as quiet as possible. He still slept on the couch, even with the loud song and the buzzing from my phone. He was laying on his side, his legs hanging from the edge of the sofa.
I knelled beside him, slowly reaching with my hand to his pocket. It's going to be sooo embarrassing if he wakes up. The phone already stopped, but I still tried to get it.
I managed to dig my phone out of his pocket with two fingers, then he shifted a little, stretching and adjusting the pillow under his head.
I let out a breath of relief when I saw his eyes remained shut. He looked like a peaceful baby when he slept. Everyone does, I guess. Even with his beard and his scars he looked almost innocent-my phone started to ring again, stopping my staring and I stood up quickly, going to the kitchen so I won't wake him up. If he'd wake up for me staring at him I'll have too much to explain.
I looked at the screen. It was Sean. I sighed, trying to remind myself we're on good terms now and sliding the green circle. "Hey, ginger boy," I said, holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I started pouring the batter into the waffle iron. "Wassup?'
"Hey, Andie," He said, "Just making sure you're coming today."
"Oh, yeah. I also have a guest. He'll come too."
"You never have guests." Sean said suspiciously.
"Well, now I do. And he's super weird so he's fine by our standards."
There was a moment of silence when I took the waffles out and made new ones.
"How were your finals?" He asked.
"Wow, you really gonna ask me those boring questions? Well, they were fine, I almost forgot I had them."
"You're something, aren't you?"
"I am. How's the bakery shift's going?"
"Bakery shift… what shift?"
I gave him two minutes to remembered.
"Oh shit oh fuck oh shitohfUCK Karen's gonna kill me!" And then he hung up. I snorted in amusement, puting the phone down as the whole stack of nicely made waffles was done.
I didn't have the time to ask him for help. Sean is one of the people I trust to help me and Jon. We'll have to convince him first.
Speaking of the devil. "Who were you talking with?" Jon leaned on the door frame and looked at the waffles. "It smells good."
"You'll meet him this evening," I said casually, serving myself waffles and leaving him the rest.
"Um… Andie…" Jon said, sounding quite embarrassed for some reason.
"Yeah?" I asked with my mouth full of chocolaty goodness.
"How do you… relive yourself in this world?"
I blinked, my dusty brain gears starting to work. What? It's morning for fuck's sake!
"What? A…oh! Yeah, bathroom."
I stood up and showed him the toilet.
"Why is it full of water?"
"That's clean… I mean, that's how the whole sewage thing works here."
"Alright, so how do I-"
"Depends on… well, you sit there, or in your case errrrrr, stand? And just aim to the middle so I won't have to clean up? Argh, that's embarrassing, not your fault, sorry." I took a breath, "Anyway, after you're done just flush the water. I mean, press that handle."
And then I ran away to the kitchen, doing my best to forget the whole thing happened.
That conversation, my friends, was the definition of awkward.
"You people dress without any modesty."
"Just get in there and try this on!"
"I don't think any of it can protect me from the cold or an attack-"
"It summer. SUMMER! And no one is going to attack you here… probably."
"And we didn't even visit Ghost yet-"
"You can't walk around with the same clothes as yesterday. Now get in there, and start modelingl."
Jon gave me a face. The kind of face I gave Danielle, my adoptive mom and the person who saved my life basically, when she took me to get new bras.
Then he went into the changing rooms.
"I don't know about this one, Andie," He said.
"Just come out and let me see." I told him, crossing my arms impatiently. He finally got out, his head bowed down in embarrassment. He wore some nice jean shorts and a black loose tank top. "That's more than fine. You don't even have to add accessories." I said. He looked like he doesn't know what to do with his hands.
"This is too… exposing."
"That's what you want, though," I said, throwing another set of clothes to him for him to try on, "To show off those muscles?"
"Why would I?"
"To bring all the ladies to the yard?" I asked, winking at him with amusement. That was too funny to see that good-looking guy feeling so uncomfortable in those normal clothes. Well. I guess he's just used to those full-cover stuff he wore when he appeared in my kitchen.
"I don't have a yard." He answered, pouting, and went into the changing room again, getting out of it after a few minutes in a white t-shirt and a different pair of shorts.
"Good." I approved. "We also need to get you shoes. And sunglasses."
"We should move Ghost out of the park," Jon said as I pushed him back to the changing room so he can try on more clothes. "I don't like the idea of leaving him there."
"Well, me neither, but letting a big… ahem, dog like him out in the city is not going to end well." New Yorkers can ignore cats, pigeons and stray dogs. New Yorkers can ignore famous people, colorful drag-queens and the random car chase, but they cannot ignore a giant white, red-eyed wolf.
Finally, we got him some clothes. He didn't like my offer of a new pair of sneakers, stating they're too 'colorful' and 'unpractical' and 'awfully squicky'. At least I bought him flip-flops and a pair of old black sneakers in Goodwill yesterday.
He did, actually, liked the idea of sunglasses. He tried on quite a few before he decided he wants the square ones with the wooden frame. Expensive taste indeed.
How a student living in New York and working a part time job in a bakery can afford all that, you may ask? Well, I'm lucky, that's how. But the story about Danielle is a story for another day, when I'll be slightly drunk and disconnected from my emotions.
Now, back to the King.
The King in the North, who after I dragged him all around the place, had to learn to ride a bike.
Why didn't I take a video of it? Ha!
We rented two bikes so we can move faster in the city. He had a hard time balancing himself, stating it's 'Nothing like a horse' and 'Dangerous for his line of succession'. I laughed a little bit as he tried to figure it out by himslef, then showed him how to paddle and use the handlebar.
Poor Jon fell the first time. "It's fine," I said, "I used to fall a lot when I was a kid."
"I am not a child." He looked determined, "I will do it."
This time, he almost ran over a pigeon. And a squirrel. And a middle-aged man who shouted in Italian as we drove away.
When we got to the park, Jon Snow was riding the bikes like he did it for at least… one day.
But that's something, isn't it?
He zig-zagged uncontrollably between the people, saying 'Sorry,' and a lot of 'Coming through! Watch out! Are you alright, ma'am?'
We got to the forest and found Ghost at the same spot we left him, minus the food.
Jon hugged him and scratched behind his ears. "We have to get him out of here." He said.
"Well, let's say he'll be able to fill only three quarters of my living room," I said, stroking the wolf's nose, "We need to first find an idea to get him out of here."
Someone will find him, I'm sure. But I can't think of a way to get him out of the forest. We're in the middle of fucking Manhattan.
"Hey! Who's there?" I heard someone say and looked at Jon. Jon pointed to my back pack, probably wanting me to use the taser.
"No!" I said without sound. I made shooing moves with my hands, pointing to the bushes nearby. I know, it's lame, but that's all we've got for now.
Jon didn't look happy about it, but took Ghost to the bushes before the ranger came. I big my lip, hoping to come up with a plan.
"What are you doing here all alone, young lady?" He asked, squinting his eyes at me pointedly.
"I-I'm… trying to get pictures. Of the spots most people don't go to. You know, we young kids and our Instagra-" I stopped when I heard noise from the bush I just sent Jon and Ghost to. The ranger got closer to the bush, slowly. Please don't do anything stupid, I thought nervously.
"And where is your camera, then?" the ranger asked.
"Um... well, I was just looking around before I'm taking the actual photos." Then another rattle came and the ranger stepped even closer to the bush.
Don't. Be. Stupid.
A squirrel got out of the bushes near the ranger and I sighed in relief.
"I don't know what drug deal you're trying to make here, but you're coming with me!" The ranger said and stepped close to me, almost grabbing my arm when then-
Jon got out of the bushes behind me.
Stupid.
"Good morning, ser." Jon said awkwardly.
The ranger stopped and looked at Jon. "What is the meaning of this?"
Well, the first normal assumption will be a drug deal. I don't want the police to get involved, so… here's another cliché. Brace yourselves, that's going to be cheesy.
"My parents didn't approve!" I said, not too dramatically, just playing my part. I was always good at deceiving authorities. Even with the stupidest stories. "We were just... we just wanted to enjoy the park before Christopher goes back to England, he came here just for me!" I walked towards Jon, who was very confused by my acting and just looked at me like an idiot. I took his hand, standing closer to him.
"Yesss," Jon said, then cleared his throat when blush crept to his cheacks. "We were… enjoying each other's company, kissing and-"
"Ooooh, save me the details! I don't care what reason brought you here. Out, back on the trail, lovebirds!" The ranger stopped Jon from embarrassing the whole three of us more.
"Alright, ser." Jon said, red as a tomato. I pulled his hand, running away from the angry guy. When we were far enough I couldn't stop myself. I was just cracking up.
"Enjoying each other's company?" I asked, laughing, "Kissing and… what did you want to add there?"
Jon was still blushing, "You started it!" He said childishly and pouted. "And what kind of name is Christopher?
"That was hilarious. Don't you know Christopher Robin?" I said, calming my laughs down down. "You're such a bad liar."
"I know," He agreed. "I don't lie most of the time. It had cost us an ally in this war."
I lifted an eyebrow at him, snorting in amusement. "Ok, let's go home, lover boy." I winked, turning around to go down the trail.
"Our bike are that way, Lady of Harlem," He said, the first time I heard sarcasm in his voice.
Lade of Harlem? That's really... cute. Naaa, it's nothing. There's a queen out there with violet eyes and silver hair and fucking dragons, and I don't need to get attached to kings with giant wolfs.
"You ruined my dramatic exit, King in the North."
A/N:
Sooo... I hope Andie won't get too attached here.
(Yeah, me, the author, hoping things. Riiight. No, I'm really not sure about that part of the story haha)
Soon you'll meet Andie's supergroup.
Hope you enjoyed :)
~A Girl Has Many Names~