Arya
Arya had had an incredible time with Jaqen. There was no drama, no fights, nothing but a good time. The picnic was perfect; it was if they were on their own private island in the busy city. The opening was fantastic. Jaqen had real talent and she was so proud of him. The only strange part of the whole evening was when she met an odd man by the name of Varys. Just Varys, like Madonna or Cher.
She had been standing with Jaqen looking at one of his paintings of a wolf howling at the moon when she heard a soft cough behind her. She spun around and saw one of the strangest dressed people she had ever seen. He was bald and in a loose flowing type shirt in lilac with wide legged linin pants that were a hideous shade of orange.
"You are a Stark, there is no mistaking it in your child." He said in a soft toned voice.
"Do I know you?" She asked wanting to be rude but not because it was not how she had been raised.
"Not yet dear child, but I am known to your father. I am Varys and this is my gallery that I have let lovely Jaqen here use to debut his work." He took her hand in his and gave it a kiss. His lips felt like they were made out of wax and she pulled back her hand as soon as he loosened his grip.
"Well it seems as if things are going well for your gallery then. Jaqen has talent and compared to the other works in here you need someone good to keep this place afloat." She said without thinking.
Varys laughed and just shook his head. He turned to Jaqen and said, "I can see why you like her and why she is doing so much good. She is a treasure Jaqen, one of the greatest in the world. Do not let her get away."
He walked away, but the meeting left her unsettled for the remainder of the evening.
Then right before they were about to leave he came up to her when she found herself alone.
"Jaqen said that you to are an artist. I would love to see your work. Here is my card. Call or come by any time. I have an eye for the gifted and I think you my dear may be one or the true greats." He handed her his card and she thanked him and put it in her bag.
Jaqen drove her home after that. She did not get out right away. She just sat there looking at him.
"I had a great day. I loved the opening and wanted to take all them home with me. I know that you will get in to that snobby art school." She said sheepishly.
"I would give them all to you if I could. You did rather well with Varys tonight." Jaqen had said.
"He sort of gave me the creeps to tell you the truth. So about that thing in the park… That was nice, but I have to tell you something. I kissed Gendry last night when we were out. I had to tell you that, since you kissed me." She sat there waiting for him to say something, but he sat silent.
She squirmed in her seat and did not know what to do. Should she get out of the car or sit there? Was he going to yell at her or something worse?
What she was not expecting was for him to grab her by the shoulders and give her a crushing kiss that was nothing like the tender butterfly light kiss that they had shared in the park. This one was full of desire and passion and heat. He did not compromise the way that Gendry did. Jaqen took command and she had to go with his direction. He was kissing her in such a way that contradicted his personality that he had shown her before. He was fierce, determined and in total control of everything.
When they broke apart he was stroking her face with his forehead resting against hers. They stayed there for a few moments. He had smiled at her and she had returned it.
"I had best get into the house. I um, I have to get into the house." She stammered.
"Yes you do my lovely girl." He tucked her hair behind her hair and gave her one last quick kiss.
She stumbled out of the jeep and walked to the door of her house a little unsteadily. Once she had walked into her house she made straight for her bedroom.
She had just had to call Jon. She was even more confused then she had been at the start of the week. There was something to amazing about the both of them. Gendry made her competitive nature come out in ways that she would not have known possible when she kissed someone. And Jaqen made her yielding and made her feel like she could be molded. They were so different and she was so confused. What was she going to do?
She made it to her room and she kicked off the heels that she was wearing and went and collapsed on the bed. She dialed the number that she had known by heart for so long that she could punch the numbers into a phone in her sleep.
"What is it now Little Wolf? I am out on a date. Is it a life or death situation?" Jon had to shout into the phone to be heard.
"Yes it is life or death. I do not know what to do Jon. I have dated them both and I do not know what to do." She wined into the phone. "If things become any more complicated I will become a lesbian."
Jon chuckled and she heard the back ground noise go down.
"That would not make things easier for you sis. I have some advice that I think you should take. We are all coming down for Christmas, so to make your choice let Robb, Theon and I meet them. The one who does not run away is the one for you. We can put on the intimidation and scare the crap out of them. It should be easy to do. We all are pretty intimidating." Jon said.
"I couldn't do that Jon. I know which one that you would like. You would like Gendry. You are so much like each other that you would go easy on him and give Jaqen a hard time because you won't like him as much. Dad likes Gendry. He even invited him to come over whenever he wants." Arya chuckled. "He seems to have dads vote."
"And you don't think that dad is a good enough judge in who you should be with?" Jon asked.
"Well he didn't meet Jaqen today. I didn't want him comparing the two of them. They are to different for that."
"Arya you will have to pick and soon. That is just the way things are. I think that you will have to by the New Year." Jon said.
"I know. I have no idea who I will pick. Maybe you should pick for me Jon." Arya was only half kidding as she said this.
"I can meet them and give you my take on the whole thing." Jon said.
"I can deal with that. Thank you Jon. You are the best." Arya smiled even though she knew that he couldn't see it. "Now get back to your date and apologize for me to her for interrupting."
"Okay. I love you Little Wolf."
"Love you to brother."
They disconnected. She stood up and to her door. She had her hand on the door knob when there was a soft knock on it. Startled she opened it suddenly. It was only Rickon.
"Sansa has gotten a whole bunch of flowers and a big pair of earrings with diamond on them. They look nicer then moms. I do not know who sent them but she is upset. Mom wanted to know who sent them and all she would say is that they were from her boyfriend. I don't know who that is, do you?" Rickon rambles in the classic Rickon fashion.
"I hope that I don't." Arya said. "I have to go talk to Sansa."
"But she is not in right now. She is out with Margaery. They are shopping. What is going on Arya?" Rickon wined. "Just because I am the littlest doesn't mean that I don't like not knowing what is going on."
"It's all icky girl things Rickon. You don't want to know." Arya said ruffling his hair.
"Well why didn't you just say that?" Rickon demanded as he stomped down the hall. "I wouldn't have spent most of my day spying on things."
She walked to Brans room. She just banged into the room. Bran was sitting at his desk with his headphones on oblivious to everything but what was on his computer. She tip toed over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What the fuck." Bran yelled. He ripped off the headphones and whirled around in his chair. "Arya what the hell! I could have had a heart attack or a stroke!"
"Sansa is back with Joffery, everything that I saw and what she saw and she still took that fucking asshole back!" Arya seethed.
"I know I have been here most of the day. I saw the flowers and the jewelry." Bran huffed.
"What is she doing? I can't imagine what she is doing. We should beat her up like we did when we were kids. That will make her dump him right?" Arya asked.
"No that won't work Arya. She has her reasons. We cannot make her change her mind. She is going to have to just do what she is doing and decide on her own what is right and see it things are in fact worth it." Bran told her.
"Why are you so rational all the time?" She asked.
"Because I am the one with the brains." He answered.
As the two Starks laughed her phone rang. She looked down at the name on her caller ID. It was Gendry.
"Hello?"
"Arya Stark, you are the most sexiest woman that I know. I want to throw you down and devour you like an animal." Gendry stammered. "I really liiikkkee yyoooouuuu." He sang into the phone.
"Gendry are you drunk?" She demanded into the phone.
"And if I am what are you going to do about that? What is it with you Stark girls? That sister of yours has my good friend here all messed up too. As messed up as I am over you. Where did you learn to do this to guys at? I like you and you go out with someone else. That is not cool Arya. Not cool at all." Gendrys voice was getting louder and louder.
"Gendry I don't think that we should be talking right now. You need to sleep it off. I will talk to you at school okay?" She didn't want to provoke him.
"What eevver you ssayyy ppprrreetttty gurl. Whatever you say." He slurred. He disconnected.
Arya stood there in shocked silence as she hung up the phone. She stood there with her mouth hanging opened and could not seem to shut it.
"Arya are you alright?" Bran asked.
"I think that Gendry just drunk dialed me."
Sansa
She felt so angry with herself. She had been made a fool of and she had lost her best friend. She had been used and she had become a doormat. That morning she had taken Joffery back after she had heard what the rumors had been saying. They said that he was innocent. If she did break up with him she would be seen as a real bitch. He was still St. Joffery and could do no wrong.
She had sat there in her room feeling dejected and betrayed. Then there had been a knock on her door.
"Sansa there is a present for you down stairs. Mom wants to see you." Rickon said as she let him into the room. He ran over and jumped on the bed. "She looked mad about it. She kept muttering to dad about how it was a disgusting show of money. Whatever that mean. But you should get down stairs."
Sansa walked down the stairs to her father's study. Her parents were standing there looking at a rather large and extravagant arrangement of flowers and a velvet box sitting next to it. She entered the room.
"Rickon said that you wanted to see me?" She asked as she walked into the room.
"Yes Sansa dear. This just came for you. There is not a card. Do you know who sent this to you?" Catelyn asked.
"I think it may be from Joffery. We have been dating for a little while and this might be his way of showing that he likes me." She lied hoping that it was good enough for her parents.
"Is that all Sansa?" Her father asked.
"Yes father. It is." She walked over to the box and opened it. Inside nestled in more velvet there were two large looking diamonds on thin strings.
They took her breath away and she was shocked. They must have cost quite a lot of money.
"Is there anything else that you need mother, father? I have some homework that I need to get dine before I go shopping with Margaery."
"There is nothing that we need." Her father said.
She took the earrings tried to lift the flowers. She discovered that she could not carry them effectively the flowers and she gave up.
"Do you want them in your room or do you want them to stay down here?" Her father asked from his desk.
"Whatever you think is best." Sansa said as she walked out the door.
Once she was in her room she put the box in her jewelry box. There was something unclean about them to her. She did not want to look at them.
She sat there and then her phone rang. She knew that it was Joffery. She had to pretend to be thankful and bubbly.
"Oh thank you so much for the earrings and the flowers Joffery. Oh they are so perfect." She gushed.
"So does this mean that I am forgiven?" He asked. "I don't know what happened last night. It was all a misunderstanding. I had been talking with this girl and she said that she could get me some pot, that is all that I wanted. And I was so drunk that she took advantage of me." Joffery said.
She knew that it was all a lie. That he had planned to have sex with that slut, she had even heard that girl talking about it. But she said that she believed him. She hoped that she was not laying it on to thick. But Joffery was not smart enough to see that she was revolted and everything was a lie.
"So does this mean that you are still my girl? I won't hurt you again, ever. You know that right?" He asked pretending concern.
"I believe you Joffery. I really do. I have to get some homework done now. I will call you tomorrow. How about we go to dinner and a movie soon?" She asked him trying to sound desperate.
"Yes that will be nice. Just the two of us. Like a proper couple. Go get that homework done. I don't want you to have a reason for not coming out with me tomorrow night." He didn't even say good bye when he disconnected the call.
Sansa did her homework. She had to write a five page essay about the women in Shakespeare plays. She decided to have her main focus be on Ophelia, Cleopatra, Lady Macbeth and Juliet. She could feel a connection with all of them, especially Ophelia. Her plunge into insanity was something that Sansa felt that she was experiencing herself.
She had finished the paper and decided that she should call Margaery.
"So did you take him back?"
"Yes I did. I had to. Everyone thinks that he is an angle still. That he did nothing wrong. I had to take him back. Then he gave me this cock and bull story about the girl selling pot. I didn't think that I could do anything different." She sat at her desk and rubbed her head.
"What happened with Sandor? What happened with him?" Margaery asked. Sansa knew that she was trying to be her friend, but also because she wanted information.
"I guess for lack of a better term I broke up with him."
"My gods Sansa I am sorry. I know that he meant a lot to you." Margaerys voice was filled with distress on her account.
"Is it bad that I feel worse that I lost Sandor, more then what Joffery did to me?" She asked, feeling confused. She wanted to have someone tell her that she was crazy, that what she felt for Sandor was wrong. But she knew that Margaery was not going to tell her that.
"Sansa I know that you like Sandor, and I know that he likes you as well. Why are you with Joffery then?" Margaery demanded.
"Joffery is a tool. A means to an end. I do not want to explain this right now. But things with Joffery are not going to last for much longer, I just need him for a little longer." Sansa told her friend.
"I hope you know what you are doing. Sandor is a patient man, but you leave a man in a life boat and they will begin to go crazy. Now when do you want to leave?" Margaery asked.
"Why don't we meet at the mall?"
"Perfect. Twenty minutes?"
"That sounds very good." Margaery said,
Sansa drove to the mall and met Margaery there to get some early Christmas shopping done. She was having such a good time shopping and being a girl that she forgot about Joffery and Sandor and threw herself into her first love. Buying things that were pretty and fashionable. She got something for everyone. Her shopping was done and she was relieved that she had a few weeks' time in case she wanted to get something different for someone.
They were sitting in the food court when her phone rang. She looked at the name plate and saw it was Sandor. She would not lie, her heart skipped a beat. She picked up the phone and she knew that there was a smile on her face.
"Hello Sandor."
"Sansa I am wanting to know what you think you are doing with a disgusting worm like Joffery. He is a worm, you know. He is just using you, using you." Sandor howled into the phone.
"Sandor are you drunk?" She asked astonished.
"And what if I am. I am just here with my new best friend and we are sitting here talkin about what is wrong with the Stark girls. Why do you yank a guy around by the chain? You string us along and then you go out with douche bags." Sandor continued to slur into the phone.
"I don't think that you should be talking to me at the moment. You are talking nonsense. Sandor I am going to call you tomorrow to make sure that you are feeling okay." Sansa tried to sound soothing.
"You do that you little vixen. That is what you are a vixen. That was the first thing that came into my head the first time that I saw you. I said, I said to myself that that girl is a vixen and she would be amazing." Sandor began to sing into the phone.
"Sandor I am hanging up now." Sansa said.
"Okkayy. I am going to call you you know that? You are my little vixen. Good night little vixen." Sandor hung up the phone.
"Sansa was that Sandor?" Margaery asked.
"Yes that was Sandor. He was drunk. He drunk dialed me. He said that he was with his new best friend. Who do you think that is?"
-This one is short and just 2 povs. But I needed to write something light and funny. I will have something more substantial soon. I just needed a place holder chapter until I figured out what to write. I am not sure where this story is going. It is so not going the way that I first pictured, but it is going somewhere I promise. Thanks to all of you that are reading this.-