Arya

Arya had almost forgotten that Gendry repainted her bike when she first saw it. It was now painted a deep yellow with black detailing going along its sides. Although it may not have read Needle along its side anymore, the new paintjob was beautiful and for a millionth time Arya questioned herself about why this man was helping her.

"It's wonderful, Gendry, thank you," she said before heading for the passenger seat door. She saw a small smile curl up on the side of Gendry's face.

"It's my pleasure," he answered back, pleased.

Arya wished she could ignore the awkwardness that ensued as a result of their almost kiss. At first she thought she was over analyzing, like she always did, but if she was, why would he say sorry before they left his apartment? He must have thought they were going to kiss as well. Does that mean that he was sorry that it almost happened? In a way Arya was glad it all stopped when it did. This kiss would just complicate things, and things were already pretty darn complicated, she told herself pushing her feelings deeper inside.

A couple of hours passed and Arya's stomach started to growl. Gendry noticed and pulled over onto the side of the road.

"We should eat," was all he said.

They ate English muffins with apricot jam in silence until Arya decided to speak up.

"Gendry?"

"Mhm," he mumbled with a full mouth.

"Why are you doing this?"

Surprise washed over his face as he swallowed his food and asked, "doing what"? What did he think she was asking him about?

"Helping me," she began, almost regretting asking in the first place, but deciding to continue anyway. "I mean, you just met me, and all of the sudden you make a decision to leave everything behind and help a criminal escape."

"You're hardly a criminal Arry," he said smirking. "I mean, look at you!"

"What do you mean, 'look at me'?" she asked offended.

Gendry sighed.

"I mean, yes, you may be rebellious and a big pain in the ass, but you look nothing like a criminal. Especially one that is involved in fraud. In fact, right now you look exactly like a 12 year old boy."

"You were the one who cut my hair and made me dress this way," she began to protest.

"I did indeed, to keep you safe," his face turning serious all of the sudden. "I know you didn't do what the media is claiming you did Arry."

"And how could you possibly know that?" she demanded.

"Well, you did tell me so. And I just know things sometimes. I know you're telling the truth. I also know you're not all that tough."

"I am tough!"

"If you really were you wouldn't have to say it," he said back calmly.

Arya's looked at the ground beginning to digest their conversation. No one's talked to her in that way before. He was bold, like really bold. And he wasn't afraid to tell her what's what, and argue with her. Arya liked that.

"Well, let's get going then," said Arya dropping the conversation and jumping back in the car.

As Gendry was starting the car he looked at her and said, "to answer you question," he began. "I am helping you because had I been in your situation I would've wanted somebody to help me. You're a good person Arry, I can tell, and I want you to get back home and be with your family," he continued, his eyes now on the road.

Arya smiled to herself.

"I also wouldn't be able to live with myself had I let you go on your own after what you've told me."

Arya's stomach made a flip. He wouldn't be able to live with himself?

"Thank you," was all she said before she proceeded to turn the radio on as they kept on driving.

Gendry

They drove all day only stopping a couple of times to eat and use the washrooms (more like bushes).

When the sun began to set Gendry suggested that they drive into the woods away from the road's sight and set camp for the night.

Finding a clearing big enough to fit both the car and the tent, Gendry made his way out of the car.

"I am going to start setting up the tent," he said as he pulled a gas lantern out of the car trunk, lighting it up. "Can you start gathering firewood for the fire? Don't go too far though, try to stay within a 10 metre radius."

"Got it," Arry said, clearly annoyed.

After about 10 minutes Gendry was done setting up the tent and quickly realized that Arry hasn't come back to camp yet. Starting to panic he picked up the lantern holding it as high up as his arm would stretch and screamed her name.

"ARRY!"

Nothing.

"ARRYYYYY!"

Still nothing.

He started walking, no, more like frantically running around the forest looking for her while continuing to shout her name.

"AR– " he began as he ran into her hitting her in the head with his elbow.

"OW! WATCH YOURSELF," she snapped, picking up the dropped firewood from the ground.

"I was searching for you! Where were you? Why wouldn't you reply? I was starting to get really worried thinking you've gotten lost or someone had taken you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, I had these in," she replied pointing to white headphones coming out of her ear. "And I was just looking for firewood, like you asked me to."

"Right…" he began looking for the right words. Just moments ago he thought he had lost her. He thought she was dead in a ditch somewhere all because he let her out of his sight. Gendry never wanted to feel that ever again. "Well, next time you wander off, make sure to keep those our of your ears."

"You can't tell me what to do," she said, standing up a little straighter.

He sighed. Why was she being so difficult? She is a teenager, Gendry, teenagers are supposed to be difficult.

"Alright, I'm sorry Arry. Come, you need to eat."

"Again with telling me what to do!" she exclaimed putting her hands on her hips.

"UGH!" he began, composing himself. "Fine, would you like to come and dine with me under the moonlight, m'lady? I have got canned tuna and stale bread prepared just for this fine evening, would you spare me your company?" he continued in a mocking tone.

"Geez! Don't make it sound like such a date," she said trying to hide a smirk as he felt his own face blush. "And I've told you to not call me m'lady."