Ladies and gentlemen, I am back. It's been a year and a half, and I apologise for keeping you all waiting this long. I am going to try and start regularly writing this fanfic, though I make no promises, as I know how it ended last time. Events pick up from how they left out. Have a nice day.

Gendry

"Man, why aren't we at that party right now?" Hot Pie complained. "I could be getting off with Arianne Martell right now, but instead, I'm hanging with you saddos." Gendry laughed, and didn't bother arguing that Arianne Martell probably didn't even know his name. It was easier to let Hot Pie be happy with his lies. The two of them were sat in Hot Pie's bedroom, drinking his dad's alcohol and playing video games. Gendry loved hanging out with his friends, but they did the same thing every single Friday evening. It certainly got boring after a while. And Hot Pie definitely couldn't handle the drink.

"Whatever you say, Hot Pie," he smirked. Podrick was sat in the corner, not really saying much. That was hardly out of the ordinary, Podrick had always been like that. Perhaps that was how the three of them were so close, how they were so different from one another.

"Fuck!" Hot Pie shouted as Gendry killed him on Call of Duty. Gendry laughed so hard, drink started coming out of his nose.

"Fuck you Gendry!" he shouted again. "Why do you always have to fucking beat me! You aren't even good at the damn game. Fuck." He was fuming, and Gendry at this point was crying with laughter, and even Pod was laughing. Hot Pie threw the controller at the wall, and it smashed. Hot Pie's dad came running in, and started shouting at him. Hot Pie told him to fuck off, and in less than a minute Pod and Gendry were out the house and walking home.

"Man, that was awkward," said Gendry, and Podrick laughed nervously. "I've never seen Hot Pie that angry."

"It was the drink, Gen. He can't handle it," Podrick replied. "I guess that's the last time we go to his house."

"Looks like it." Gendry had noticed a mark on Podrick's face earlier, but it looked much worse now.

"What's that on your face, Pod?" He asked. It looked bad, like he had been hit.

"Urm…it's nothing, Gen," Podrick replied, stammering. Gendry knew it wasn't.

"Looks like someone has hit you. They haven't, have they?" Gendry asked, and Podrick looked close to tears, then suddenly he looked angered.

"No!" he shouted. Gendry backed off. "I'm sorry Gendry…its honestly nothing, I just walked into a lamppost on my way to Hot Pie's." Gendry nodded, and the rest of the walk was silent. Gendry said his goodbyes when he got to his house and walked upstairs. His mother was fast asleep.

Robb

It was the big day. Robb was up early, he had showered, put on his best clothes, and styled his long, auburn hair. I should get this cut, he thought. Margaery probably likes short hair better. He was overthinking this. She was a human being too, just like Robb. But he was treating it as a life or death situation. Which it was, he thought. Robb wondered how Theon was getting on, after passing out the night before. Likely, he wouldn't wake up until the evening. Robb hadn't drunk much so he wasn't hungover and was feeling great. He chilled for a bit in his room, played some guitar, and thought about how he was going to win over Margaery Tyrell. Around an hour before Robb had to leave, Sansa walked inside his room.

"I hear you have a date tonight," she winked at him. Robb groaned. How had she found out?

"How did you know?" he asked, defensively.

"Word travels fast round Westeros High. Margaery Tyrell, huh? I never thought you had it in you," she laughed. Normally Robb would have scowled at her, but he just smiled.

"She's a pretty girl, and nice too, from what I have heard. Make sure you treat her right."

"Oh sister," Robb said. "You know I will. I am quite the charmer." Sansa hit him lightly. They laughed.

"Who was that good-looking boy I saw you with yesterday?" Sansa asked. "The dark haired one. Jeyne has a crush on him." Robb began to laugh.

"Jeyne Poole? Who hasn't she had a crush on over the years? Remember that time she said Professor Barristan was hot? The dudes like seventy!" Sansa hit him again, only in jest, though a little harder this time.

"Don't say that!" she said, though she was laughing too.

"Anyway, its best I be off now. Can't be late you know," Robb said. "'I'll be home late, perhaps even later if it ends well. Make tea for Bran and Rickon, will you?"

"What if I want to go out, too," she asked. "You're not the only one with a social life,"

"Fine," Robb compromised. "I'll ask Bran," His sister kissed him on the cheek, and wished him good luck.

Aegon

"Fuck me, what a night," Aegon thought as he struggled out of bed. He looked at the clock. It read 10:00. Aegon had stumbled home at well past midnight and had crashed over at his best friend Rolly's house. Aegon was about to go back to sleep, when he remembered he had football practice in half an hour.

"Duck, wake up you big fuck," he shouted, laughing. Duck had been Rolly's nickname since kindergarten, when he carried a toy duck with him wherever he went. The name had stuck. He was going to be late for football, but who cared? He was the star quarterback, the coach loved him, and practice only really started when he arrived.

"What the..where are we?" he exclaimed, cluelessly. Aegon laughed.

"How did we get here?" last I remember, I was at Arianne Martells house."

"We walked back to your house, can you not remember?" Duck was not the brightest of people, admittedly.

"I remember you getting off with that black-haired chick. What happened with that, anyway?" Duck asked him. Aegon smiled at him, slyly.

"I didn't doubt it," Duck laughed back. Aegon looked at his phone. It read 10 missed calls, and even more messages.

"Fuck me!" he exclaimed. "This girl is keen." Aegon felt a little bad. He had no desire to ring the girl back, or ever speak to her again. He didn't even know her last name.

"What's it say? Something kinky?" Duck asked enthusiastically.

"No, dude. She wants to know if I'm free at all this weekend. I'm afraid I am busy, darling," he said, smiling. Duck smiled back.

"Come on, we better get moving. Coach will kick our asses soon," Aegon said.

Robb

Robb pulled up outside Margaery's house. He wiped sweat from his forehead. Just calm down, he told himself. I've got nothing to fear. I should be excited; a beautiful girl wants to go out with me. He was excited, truly. But right now, all he felt was anxiety and nervousness. He left the car and went to knock on the door. Margaery answered, and beamed at him. Robb was taken aback. She looks incredible, he thought. She was wearing a silver dress that perfectly complimented her slim figure, and even showed off a bit of cleavage.

"You look…beautiful," Robb said, struggling to say the words. He cursed himself.

"You scrub up pretty well yourself," she smiled innocently. Robb took her hand and walked her to the car.

"You still haven't told me where we're going," Margaery said, excitedly.

"Somewhere proper fancy, in Kings Landing." Robb replied. "You'll find out very soon."

The journey was fairly quick, and before long they were inside the Red Keep, the most expensive and fancy restaurant in the whole of Kings Landing. Robb had been saving up months for this moment.

"Wow!" Margaery exclaimed, and gripped onto Robb's hand. "Even I have never been here before, it's so beautiful. Are you sure you don't mind paying?" she asked him.

"It's my pleasure," he told her. She blushed. The following two hours went perfectly for Robb. He'd never been super comfortable with talking to girls, but he and Margaery could talk for hours. They talked all about school, future plans, Robb's family and friends. Robb learned that she had three elder brothers, two who had their own homes and careers, and one who was at college. Robb remembered the youngest, named Loras, who was only a couple of years older. Robb was mesmerised about how well the night was going. If he was Theon, he'd be thinking about getting laid after the meal, but Robb didn't care about all that. He was really developing feelings for the girl, in such a small space of time. And Robb thought that Margaery also shared those feelings. He couldn't stop smiling at her, and she was smiling back also. The date flew by extremely quickly, Robb was shocked when he saw the time. At around 10:30pm, they arrived back at Margaery's house.

"I had an amazing time tonight, Robb," she smiled at him. He returned the favour.

"Me too," he said as he walked her to the door.

"We should do it again some time I think," Margaery said, blushing. "Perhaps you could meet my parents and my brothers too. I'm sure they'd love you!"

"Yeah, I'd like that," Robb replied. They looked at each other for around ten seconds, before Margaery leaned over, and kissed Robb. Robb put his arms around her, and they kissed for what seemed like an hour, thought it was only a minute. Margaery moved away, blushing, and Robb must have looked like a complete idiot, he had the hugest grin on his face.

"I..I best be off now," she said quietly.

"Yeah, me too…I'll call you, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. Goodnight Robb."

"Goodnight, Margaery."