Chapter Two

Sansa rocked back and forth on her heels as she and Jon stood in line at the movie theater. He was ruffling in his wallet and Sansa certainly hoped it wasn't for money. She had promised to treat, and treat she would. He was always trying to pay for her and it drove her nuts. In order to actually pay her own way or pay for both of them she always had to stage a sneak attack. She would this time too, if she had to.

The movie theater being attached to a small strip mall in downtown Lannis Port, there were plenty of people for Sansa to watch go by. She liked people watching, and she liked people watching with Jon most of all. She would point out a horrendous outfit and he would remind her to be nice. She would point out a couple in the throes of PDA and Jon would just roll his eyes and not say a word. She wondered if he was a closet PDA perpetrator. She wouldn't know, considering he didn't date. Apparently there had been a girl before Sansa had arrived at school. A senior named Val that had, according to what she'd been able to glean, broke Jon's heart when she'd left the country after she'd graduated, but had left him with some pretty epic sexcapades. She'd never asked him about it.

Now, as her eyes scanned the area, moving at the glacial pace they were moving in, she noticed how some women passing by the area would look at him. It didn't surprise Sansa one bit. Jon was gorgeous, and he was made even more gorgeous because he didn't know it. His curls were her favorite. They fell to his shoulder and were so thick and black and incredibly soft. He had better hair than she did. When she mentioned that once he made a face at her and said, "No. I'd rather have your hair. All sleek and straight."

Sansa figured that was just the way it went. People with curly hair wanted straight hair, and people with straight hair wanted curly hair.

Then of course there was his body. She was allowed to ogle; he was her best friend (even if Robb was his), and she was red blooded girl. She knew he visited the gym on campus frequently and his arms and abs were proof of that. They were hard to miss when he wore skin-tight black t-shirts and jeans. Plus, of course, the black boots were a staple to his attire.

He had full lips – every girls dream (for themselves) – and just the softest sweetest look about him. The scruff on his face just completed the entire look.

So, no, it wasn't a big surprise that women checked him out.

She nudged him with her hip, just as Jon wrapped his fist around a twenty dollar bill. Oh, he thought to pay for them did he? And hide it from her? Hmph. He looked up at her. "What?"

She leaned in close and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You're being checked out."

His cheeks went red. "By who?"

"By every woman that passes by."

He frowned. "Doubtful."

Finally, the line was moving.

"Do you think I'm lying to you?" she asked.

"No…"

"You know you're gorgeous," she said on a sigh.

His grinned at her crookedly. "Am I?"

"Jon Snow, are you fishing for compliments?"

"Maybe a little."

"I don't tell you enough?"

"A girl does like to hear nice things, Sansa."

They both dissolved into laughter. And then there was the other thing that made Jon so beautiful. His smile. "You should definitely do that more often," she told him.

"What's that?"

"Smile. It brightens your whole face."

He pondered that, then shrugged. Finally they were at the ticket booth and when she saw Jon attempt to get in front of her, she shoved him out of the way. He stumbled to the side and Sansa, trying not to laugh, asked for two tickets and paid for them.

"You're gonna pay for that," Jon hissed in her ear as they made their way inside.

She held up the tickets. "Well, technically, I just did."

He shot her a glare and she just kissed his cheek and bounded off to the refreshment stand before he could.

When Sansa rounded the corner with a tray of two drinks and snacks for her and Jon, she found him standing by their theater talking to some redhead. Her red hair was brighter though than Sansa's. She was also shorter and skinnier.

Something inside Sansa's gut clenched at the sight of Jon laughing with this woman. And blushing. He was blushing. He had that doe-eyed look about him and Sansa felt suddenly…violent. Like she wanted to pull the woman's hair.

Or claw her eyes out.

Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn't actually be jealous, could she? This was Jon. He'd held her hair while she'd puked after getting wasted at her first party. He'd seen her first thing in the morning, something she didn't let very many people do. He knew she sometimes snored. Not to mention that he'd practically grown up in the Stark household. He'd seen the best and worst of her; he was practically another brother to her. How could she actually be jealous if some woman wanted to pay him some attention? Hadn't she been pointing out to him not twenty minutes ago that he was a fine specimen of a man? Now that he was actually talking to one of them she got all green with envy? It didn't make sense.

Sansa bit her lip as she assessed how best to give him some time with this redhead but not demand he end the conversation. So, she walked behind the redhead – short, kind of a big mouth, thin lips – and just nodded to him with a somewhat forced smile and a suggestive wag of her brows.

"Sansa, hold on," Jon said.

Sansa sighed. Okay, so Jon wasn't adept at getting the hint.

"This is Ygritte," Jon said and took the tray of snacks from Sansa. "Ygritte, this is Sansa. Ygritte is in my Psych class."

He had probably totally missed how Ygritte's face fell just a bit. A-ha! Yep, this one was definitely interested.

"Poor Jon has to babysit me while my boyfriend is visiting home," Sansa said. She saw Jon's head whip in her direction out of the corner of her eye. She could practically hear him asking Boyfriend? What boyfriend?

Ygritte's blue eyes brightened. "Oh?"

Sansa nodded. "It's terrible. I miss…Jaime so much." Real Johnny on the spot, Sansa. Use your piano teacher's name, why the hell not? "When he's away I sit in my room and Bridget Jones it up. I eat a tub of ice cream and belt out 'All by Myself'. My roommate can't bear to be around me. So, Jon takes me out to save me from being murdered."

"Well, that is very kind of our Jon," Ygritte said with a wide smile.

Sansa didn't like Ygritte's mouth. Or how she lay partial claim to Jon. Sansa knew him longer so she took precedence.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Sansa said and hoped it didn't sound like she was clenching her teeth together too tightly. "I'll see you inside, Jon."

"Save me—"

"The aisle seat. I know."

She took the snack from Jon and went inside the dim theater. She couldn't even focus. She just stood there at the top of the stairs that led down to a sea of chairs and stared at the movie screen. Some advertisement for some restaurant was on it. She felt ugly inside. Like something was twisting her insides.

When someone knocked into her from behind, she decided she ought to move. She found two seats together and made sure to give Jon the aisle. She sat there with the snacks on her lap and chattering going on all around her. She rubbed her forehead. Was it possible that she could have a headache coming on even though she'd taken four ibuprofen just an hour ago?

Sitting back, she dug into her coat pocket and extracted her phone. There were a bajillion texts from Margaery asking where she was. Oh yeah. She and Jon had snuck out by using the stairs…

She texted her friend telling her that she was fine and out with Jon. Then she added: He's talking. To a GIRL.

Margaery: Like, a real live girl?

Sansa: YES

Margaery: Oh.

Sansa stared at her phone waiting for the bubble to pop up. Waiting for Margaery to say more. She had to have some thought about this outside of "Oh." What the hell was that?

But, then, nothing.

Frustrated, Sansa stuffed her phone in her pocket and sat back.

"Hey," Jon greeted her as he sat down beside her. He looked at her expectantly. "Jaime?"

She blinked. "What?"

"Your boyfriend Jaime?"

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that."

"I was being your wingman."

He sighed. "So that creep didn't do something inappropriate?"

Sansa rolled her eyes. "No, Jon, Jaime didn't do anything inappropriate. He's my piano teacher at the college, why would he—"

"I've seen the way he looks at you, Sansa, and I don't like it. He looks at you like he wants to…to…"

"Teach me piano? Cause that's what he does."

"More like he want to have you as a snack."

"I think you're seeing things. Maybe you should start wearing your glasses more often."

"Sansa—"

"I just used him because it was the first name that popped in my head. I was trying to be your wingman."

Jon just looked at her. "What?"

Sansa rolled her eyes and lifted his Milk Duds from the tray and smacked him in the stomach with them. He shot her a glare. "She's totally into you, Jon."

"She's just a friend. Not even that. A classmate."

"Yeah, but she looked at you like she wanted to have you as a snack. I was trying to walk by and let you know you could have some time with her and just meet me inside. But then you had to go and stop me." She pulled his soda out of the tray and handed it to him. He took it and placed it in the cup holder beside him. Then she took out hers and placed it in the cup holder beside her, took the two straws from the top and opened both of them. She placed one his cup and then one in hers. Then she placed the tray on the empty seat beside her and pulled Sour Patch Kids off it.

Jon was just staring straight ahead. He had that look of I-am-processing-all-you-just-told-me.

"I thought maybe if you were interested in her I would pretend to have a boyfriend so she wouldn't think I was your girlfriend," Sansa explained. She tore into her box of Sour Patch Kids and then struggled with the plastic they were encased in as she did every single time. Jon plucked the bag out of her hands and she reached over and grabbed his Milk Duds as she always did and opened the box. She popped a couple in her mouth.

Silently, Jon handed her the little bag of Sour Patch Kids and she handed him back his Milk Duds. Then, blessedly, the theater went dark. Sansa was done with this conversation.

Then Jon whispered in her ear: "But he hasn't done anything, right? I mean Dr. Lannister."

Sansa sighed. "No, Jon."

Satisfied, he sat back and Sansa tried to get lost in the movie (horror) and shake off the feeling that things just didn't feel so normal anymore.