A/N:

Heeeellllo people ;3

So I love reading your comments! So many ideas I hope I'll be able to put in my story. Ya'know, it also has a plot so it's hard to o it all. I write a few chapters in advance so I can't always keep up with the ideas.

That's way-drumrollsdrumrolls-I'm going to write down the ideas and publish a separate story made of one shots with Jon VS the 21st century stuff. I'll tell you when I'll publish it :D

Now, for the story... Enjoy!

"Jon, what are you doing?" I asked, entering the bathroom.

"Trimming my beard," Jon said, looking at himself in the mirror, "You said we are going to an important event this evening."

"Jon," I said again, crossing my arms, "Are you trying to shave your face with my favorite kitchen knife?"

He paused to look at me, the big chef's knife in his hand. He looked like he was caught committing a crime red-handed. "I am?" He asked, blinking. "It was the sharpest knife I've found! How do you expect me to shave, then?"

I took the knife from his hand, scanning his face a bit, "You look fine for a Green Day show." I said, walking to the kitchen and putting my precious knife back in its case. "I'l buy you a razor if you want to shave so badly. And if you need a trim, use the damn scissors!"

I looked at the time in my phone, "We're running late anyways. We'll have to take the subway again."

Jon didn't say anything, even though I know he was very uncomfortable going in the subway again. He didn't like his clothes either-short greenish pants and a white t-shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on it. He'll be fine, and probably hitted-on by multiple types of people from all genders.

I just wore a 50's green summer dress (with kittens on, of course.) which Jon said was 'the shortest dress he's ever seen'. It only got a bit above my knees. Not that short in our world.

"Oh, and before we go," I said, "Don't comment on peoples clothes. However immodest you might think they are, people here like to have their freedom of choice."

Jon looked at me, with his permanent unsatisfied look, but then a small smile appeared on his face, "Alright, then. No complaints." He nodded and headed to the door.

"Good, no one likes complaining kings anyway."

"There are more people here than in the army I led to take back Winterfell," Jon said quietly to my ear as he stood behind me. We waited for my friends before we went to stand in line.

"Well," I said, spotting Sean, Mika and Dakota, waving my hand to catch the boys' attention. "I guess more people would be happy run to a concert than to a war."

The three of them came to meet us, Sean eyeing Jon, then looking at me.

"Oh, yeah, introductions. So, guys, this is Jon from… England. For now let's say he's from England."

"For now?" Mika raised one blond eyebrow in suspicion. "What did you do now, Andie?"

"Tomorrow I'll tell you, now, Jon," I continued, pointing at Mika-he had short blond hair, round eyeglasses and a yellow raincoat for some reason, even though it was summer. "That's Mika, he's the brains among our people," His real name in Michael, pronounced like the original Hebrew way, so we just all him Mika. Then I pointed at Dakota, who looked like the stereotypical goth guy with his love for heavy eye makeup and purple lipstick. "That's Dakota, the most responsible guy I know-we work together."

"You mean I'm your supervisor," Dakota said and handed his hand for Jon to shake.

"Not here, you're not." I said and he rolled his dark eyes. Jon shook his hand, trying as much as he can to not be stunned by Dakota's appearance. He failed.

Miserably.

"And that's Sean." I pointed to the mohawked, green eyed redhead. "A childhood friend of mine. He also works in the bakery."

"I'm also a skillful acrobat, great at parkour and a stunt man. Thanks for introducing me, Andie." Sean said, crossing his hands.

"Show-off." I grumbled. Since when does he act like that? He never talks about his awesome set of skills like he did now. I turned my head back, spotting two beautiful women looking at Sean. So that's why.

"Honor to meet you all, sires." Jon said formally. For that, Dakota and Sean cracked laughing.

"I didn't think British people are that polite," Sean said, "But nice to meet you too, man." He shook his hand and patted the poor guy on his back.

"Hey, where's Zee?" I asked. I hoped she could come and meet Jon.

"Zia said she can't come." Mika said. "She said it's going to rain, and that someone else will need her ticket. Did you tell her you're bringing your friend?" He asked, handing me Zee's ticket. I blinked, looking at the clear skies.

"Well, no, I didn't. But it's Zee, she knows stuff." I said, taking the ticket and giving it to Jon.

"I don't believe you." Mika said as we went to wait in line.

"But you still brought that stupid rain jacket." Sean commented.

I looked at Jon, seeing he feels left out. "Zee is a psychic," I said.

"A what?"

"A medium?" Sean tried to help.

"I still don't understand." He looked confused.

"She knows things. She figured my life story. She can see things happening before they do." I never talked about my life with people when I moved to the city, but the first time I saw Zee-her real name's Zia but only Mika calls her Zia- she asked me if I think I'm done messing around with the wrong people, because she thinks that I need to save energy for 'greater things to come'. She read my aura and said I share some of her talents. I still don't know what she was talking about.

I just met the girl when she said that.

But she had grown on me.

"Like my brother," Jon said in wonder.

"Your brother is a psychic?" I asked.

"Tickets please," The girl at the entrance interrupted my thoughts. I handed her my ticket, then Jon did the same.

"Oh, I want to get something to drink before it starts!" I said and took Jon's hand, following my friends to the closest food and drinks stand.

"So you know Green Day in England, do you?" Sean asked Jon as we waited in line. Jon gave me a desperate look, then faced Sean.

"I haven't heard of them." He said honestly.

"Really?" Sean asked, a bit disappointed. "They're huge, you know,"

"I guess Jon is more from a… rural area." I said.

"Very northern accent indeed," Dakota said as we reached the counter. "But I really have to know the truth in the end, Andie." I nodded. Jon gave me an uncertain look. I bought ginger beers for both of us, and he pulled my hand away from the group.

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly. "Do you trust these people?"

I nodded. "Yes, Jon. They're the only help we'll have. Them and Zee, maybe my boss. We'll have to show them Ghost as proof."

Jon seems to be thinking.

"Hey. The show's about to start!" Dakota called us.

"Alright." Jon said to me in the end, and we walked back to the rest of them.

Now the fun starts.

"So what are those instruments?" Jon asked me through the loud rock music.

"Guitars!" I shouted back. "Electric guitars! I almost hit you with one on the head when I found you in my kitchen."

"Oh." He nodded and made a face. "Must it be that loud?"

"YES!" I screamed just the moment the song ended. "Try to enjoy it." I said, then shouted encouraging comments to the band.

"What is he talking into?" Jon asked sheepishly.

"A microphone." I answered.

"Where are you really from, though?" Dakota asked as a song started-Holiday.

I screamed with joy. "I love that song!" I said and started to dance and jump with Sean.

"This is our jam!" Sean screamed above he music.

"Every song is our jam!" I screamed back.

Jon wasn't dancing and it annoyed me, because I can understand it when people don't dance when the music is shit, but that was too good to not move to.

Mika stood still beside Jon, drinking a fucking smoothie of all things.

"Not on my watch, Snow!" I said. "Glasses here? I can understand. That's his natural form, standing and analyzing crap. But you?" I grabbed his hand, "I'm not letting you stand like an icicle."

"I'm not a dancer." He said.

I gestured with my head to a guy that threw his limbs everywhere and moved without any sense of rhythm, making a face that somehow resembled a chicken. "Do you think he's a dancer?" I asked.

"…No."

"Good, then dance with me!" And then I proceeded in singing the words at him, "I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies, this is the dawning of the rest of our life…"

Jon tried, he really did. He just wasn't very good at it. By 'it' I mean having fun.

I even tried to make silly faces at him and all I earned back were sheepish smiles. Dakota and Sean joined for the crazy dance.

"Oh, no," I heard Mika as the song was over, "A mosh-pit on three o'clock." He said, then slurped more of his smoothie.

"Yeay!" Sean said as the hyperactive twenty-two-year-boy he is and ran straight into the chaotic mess.

"Are you going in there?" Jon asked and pointed at the big group of people pushing and smashing into each other.

"Not my style." I answered, starting to bounce as the music started.

"I guess it's just us Dakota," I said and we started dancing again.

Jon looked at the maddening lights and the fire and sparks that showed from time to time. He looked at the big… did Andie called them TV's?... with the singer's face on them. He had a hard time understanding the words or the music composition, but it seems his host and the only person who really knew who he was in that world was enjoying herself, her honey-colored eyes shining and reflecting the blinding lights from the stage.

Only Mika, a younger man-probably of nineteen or so with golden short hair and a pair of glasses-kept him company as his blue-haired friend danced like a mad woman.

He drank from a big clear cup made of that mysterious light clear material through a straw, and didn't look startled as Jon was.

"She loves dancing," Mika said as the song was over. Jon saw Sean stepping out of the chaos with a big smile and light in his green eyes.

"Aye," Jon said.

"But you don't" Mika kept stating the obvious.

"I'm afraid so," Jon wasn't sure what he thinks about that company. But he was a trusted friend of Andie, and Jon didn't know yet how people act in that world.

"There are people who dance, and there are people who don't," Mika continued. "Com'on, man! Didn't you watch Guardians of the Galaxy vol.2 in England?" His tone lightened a little bit, and Jon figured Mika tried to make some sort of a joke.

"I'm sorry, no." Jon gave him an apologetic smile.

Then he felt a drop of cold water on his forehead. Then another.

Soon it was raining and Jon's hair was wet. Mika put on his hoodie and drank more from his milkshake, "Well, I guess Zia was right, somehow." He said as they watched Andie and Sean dance together, without a care about the weather, the loud music is the only thing they noticed at this point.

I woke up exhausted in my bed. Last night's show was awesome. I didn't stop dancing until Billie took out his acoustic guitar and sang that last two songs. Then I started to feel the water under my clothes and the wind that made it all colder.

And this morning, I sneezed non-stop.

"Boss-aachoo-is going-achoo-to kill me." I stated as I walked into the kitchen, where Jon sat and read a recipe book.

"What is tofu?" He asked, distracted. I warmed up some water to make tea, then wiped my nose with some tissue paper.

"Something healthy and tasteless that people eat mostly instead of meat. Or cheese. It can do a lot of things if used right." I said, choosing the ginger-lemon green tea for this morning.

"Why would you eat something tasteless?"

"Well, you add flavor to it. How was the show last night?" I changed the subject, wanting to know if he suffered too much.

"Mika is an interesting guy. He talked to me a lot about subjects I didn't know, so I couldn't form a conversation with him about anything."

"Oh, that's fine," I said as I poured the hot water into my favorite cat shaped mug. "I don't understand most of the things he talks about most of the time too." I opened my phone to check any text messages. I saw Zee sent me a link to a local news article.

"Oh fuck." I said, looking at the pictures.

They were taken at the northern woods of Central Park. A park ranger standing in a clearing of the forest, and on the ground piles and piles of white fur.

'A mysterious animal in Central Park' the title said.

'Central Park ranger had found an unbelievable amount of fur. It seems like a rather big animal was shedding in the woods. The Park's staff ask the public to stay away from the area as investigations are taking place. The Central Park Zoo keepers are checking the cages, but for now it seems that no animal escaped from there.'

"What is it?" Jon asked above his book.

"I think your wolf is shedding." I said, gulping.

A/N:

Well... there you have it folks!

Just wondering, because of the awesomeness of the internet to bring people together, where are you from?

Also, what did you think about that chapter? I tried to introduce Andie's friends in the bast way before I reveal their backround story (kind of :P)

'Till next time,

~A Girl Had Many Names~