Game of Thrones: Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 7

Bran sat with Jojen, Meera and Melwyn as they played video games together. He bit his lip, still feeling strange twinges of that unusual feeling in his stomach, whenever Melwyn sat just a little too close for his liking to Meera. Once again however, he caught himself feeling like that and tried to push those feelings away.

'What is wrong with me?' He wondered as he bit his lip. 'I shouldn't be feeling like this; Meera's a friend and this guy is also her friend; surely we can…No, it's the way he looks at her; he's got more than friendship in mind.'

He was fairly certain of it; the look in Melwyn's eyes whenever he looked at Meera, while she wasn't looking was certainly suggestive. He had seen that look before, although much more severe, when Joffrey had been dating Sansa. He quickly composed himself however, not wanting to give anything away.

He knew what would happen if he said anything. 'They wouldn't believe me; they'd say I'm jealous; or I'm being selfish, that I don't want her to be friends with anyone else.'

All the same he wasn't too sure that his concerns were truly what he believed them to be. After all, he just thought that was the case, he could very well be wrong. These strange feelings clouding his view.

Finally, after a while; Meera stood up.

"I'll go get us some snacks." She said, smiling brightly as usual.

Melwyn also stood up. "Here, I'll come along too, I'll help out."

Bran felt it again but kept calm; merely nodding, along with Jojen and then the two left the room. There was a brief silence and then Jojen turned to Bran.

"So, what's on your mind?" He asked.

Bran started at that. "What, what are you talking about?"

Jojen smirked. "You're not normally this quiet Bran; something's on your mind."

Bran sighed and, deciding to try and find out more, but keep it innocent, he made up his mind.

"I'm just curious; who exactly is this Melwyn guy?" He explained. "I mean, obviously he and Meera are friends, I'm just wondering, how well he knows her, that sort of thing."

Jojen shrugged. "They've been friends since childhood; they met the day they first started school. They stayed friends until he had to leave, that was three years ago."

Bran nodded dubiously; he'd known her long enough then for his fears to possible. "Childhood friends huh? I don't know, that seems rather convenient for him coming back."

"What are you talking about?" Jojen asked, narrowing his eyes.

Bran mentally cursed himself, realizing he'd spoken out loud. "Nothing, just…something about the way he looks at her, as if he…expects more than that."
Jojen bit his lip; however he then shook his head. "Bran, it's cool you show such care for Meera But why does the fact that Meera and Melwyn might be more than friends bother you so much."

Bran just shook his head; not replying.

His thoughts however were another story. 'It's true. Why do I care so much? Why this envy? It's Meera's life, not mine...But if he hurts her…'

He shook his head, trying hard to focus, without much luck.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, Meera and Melwyn were getting the snacks together. As they worked, Melwyn began to ponder about that boy, Bran Stark.

'One of Meera's friends huh?' He thought to himself. 'I wonder; just how close are they really. Well, it can't hurt to ask; so long as I do it casually. Don't want Meera getting the wrong idea about me.'

So, as he gathered the drinks, he spoke nonchalantly as possible.

"Say Meera; that boy, Bran Stark was it?"

She turned to him. "Yeah, what about him?"

He continued to remain relaxed. "I was just wondering how well you knew him; the two of you seem quite close, real good friends."

"We've been…acquaintances for some time, ever since Bran and Jojen became friends." She told him with a small smile. "We first became friends a couple of months ago, when he joined my class in the archery club."

Melwyn nodded. "I see; you guys seem to have grown pretty close in such a short space of time."

Meera laughed and replied. "Yeah; well, I guess it helps we have the same hobby. You should see us at the club, we've started a little competition between ourselves, it's helped us improve greatly."

Melwyn nodded; smiling calmly as they left the kitchen.

'Well; looks like Meera is oblivious to Bran's feelings for her.' He noted. 'Still; she likely won't forever, I need to talk to her soon, let her know the truth. She'll see it right away I know, she'll see we're meant to be together.'

So, still smiling he entered the room and joined them, as they resumed their video games.

Back at the Stark house, Arya paced back and forth in her room. Luckily the house was empty, an extremely rare thing.

'Dad's still at work, Mum took Rickon to the dentists; Robb and Jon have gone with Sansa and Podrick, get to know him better and Bran's at the Reeds.' She mused. 'I can't waste this moment; I have to know…All this that's been happening to me, please, don't let it be.'

She couldn't delay any longer; if she did someone might come in and she'd be caught. The past few days, she'd been feeling strange, a little ill, but then striking terror in her, when it was time for her period, nothing happened, she missed her period.

'Please tell me it isn't so; please don't let me be pregnant.' She fretted.

True she wasn't showing any other symptoms, but she was still fearful of it. She had bought a test to make sure and she was knew she had to use this time to use it. She picked up the test and hurried to the bathroom, before long she had taken the test and set the timer. She was now waiting in an agony of suspense and praying that none of the family came home yet. She resumed her pacing, her thoughts racing.

'What if I am pregnant; what are my parents gonna say? What about Gendry; if I'm pregnant, it's his baby, what's he going to…Ugh, I can't take this…How much longer?'

Finally the timer beeped and Arya leapt to her feet. She swallowed and tried to stay calm; but her trembling hands gave her away as she lifted the test.

'C'mon, C'mon.' She told herself.

She turned the test over and let out a cry of despair. She sank to her knees as she stared at the unforgiving positive result before her eyes.

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