She was out walking the streets of North End again. Which, wasn't partially safe considering what had just happened to her brother. Arya of course was too stubborn to listen, she was street-smart she knew her way around. Her grey eyes darting from person to person suspiciously anyone of them could have been the one that had pulled the trigger. Bran was in the coma. The doctor told them he wasn't going to be waking from it anytime soon if, at all. Arya handled her grief in a very different way than Sansa who went crying to the Baratheon boy, Rickon just cried that was to be a expected since he was still a child, Arya had no idea how Jon and Robb were dealing with it.
Arya preferred to explore. Travel the streets as a shadow on the wall, hear whispers. She dressed in her tight ripped blue jeans, black converse shoes, and a black hoodie. The hood was pulled tight over her head, a curtain of short dark brown hair covering her eyes. At first glance you would just take her for a boy that probably lived in a slum close by. Not many gave her a second glance which is just what she wanted. No one noticed her budding breasts under the thick hoodie.
It was a rainy June day, with chilly winds. Raindrops blew into her face as she moved along hands tucked away in her front pockets her head down. Usually, she wasn't allowed this much freedom. But, her mother had been getting drunk more often than not and had not left the hospital. Her father had just been very busy. Arya had noticed things getting worst at home now and Bran... It just seemed like the breaking point. They all seemed to be drifting apart with her powerless to stop any of it. Voiceless.
It was a sad feeling. Yet, Arya knew she would need to move on, find an equilibrium. That is what she meant to do. Everyday had potential, everyday could be an adventure, everyday could mark the start of something bad or, good. This was as good of day as any. As it drew on she found herself utterly disappointed. She overheard no interesting conversations, met no interesting people, all around a waste of time. Arya had told her brother Jon that she was just going out with a friend today. Jon had dropped her off he would be picking her up. She waited at a bus stop on bench for her ride, stone faced and emotionless. Until her phone started ringing. It was Jon.
"Where are you?" She asked rolling her eyes when she answered.
"Arya? Look something came up." A small smirk spread across Arya's lips. "Can you get your friend's parent to give you a ride? Or, maybe Sansa? I could send Ygritte?" "She hates Ygritte!" A voice in the background exclaimed. Arya had to chuckle at that.
"Is that Robb?"
"Can you get a ride or not, Arya?" She could feel Jon's blush through the phone.
"I got it, Snow." She told him hanging up.
Arya wondered what mischief she could get into as the dusk settled upon the damp city. Night has just as much potential as day. Arya had been shelter by her parents. She was never allowed out during the night much less in a dangerous part of North End. She just felt reckless after Bran. Everyone copes in their own ways. She told herself. Arya had no plans on finding herself a ride. The night is young.
The fourteen year old girl slid from her bench beginning to wander further into the big city. She placed his hands back into the front of her jackets pockets, raindrops sliding off the sides of her hood. A sly smirked etched into her features. Sansa was the beautiful one. Arya was cute at best. Arya didn't mind it though. I'd never want to be beautiful if, i'd be as dumb as Sansa. Arya didn't understand her sister sometimes.
The streetlights lit her path. The rain water streaming down into the gutters. Arya watched that for a while when, she turned she ran into someone. It was a boy around her age. Skinny, tall, weasel-faced, hollow eyelids. He looked down at Arya before shoving her hard, the force of it sent Arya to the ground her hood fell off her head. The boy laughed a ugly laugh for moment before looking down at her hoodless head.
"You're a girl." He said pointing out the obvious. "What is a girl doing down here after dark?"
"I dunno, Plop. What should we do with her?" The second boy chimed in. Arya hadn't even seen him which she didn't know how that was possible seeing how fat the second boy was. If, the skinny boy was 'Plop' Arya would call the fat one Slop.
"Help me up?" Arya muttered as innocent as she could. Her clothes were getting soaked in the puddles she was laying in. Rain crashed down around her wetting her exposed hair. She batted those big grey eyes of hers extending a hand for either of them to grab. Her other hand slid slowly behind her back. Slop was the one to take her hand in his big beefy one. As soon as he pulled him up Slop had a switchblade at his neck.
"Got ya, asshole." She told him coldly. Arya had not kept her eyes on Plop she glanced back to see his fist raised but, it was caught before it could come down upon Arya. An older boy stood there then pushing Plop away, his eyes turning to meet Arya's. Arya froze for a moment as he looked back to the Plop boy speaking.
"Pickin' on girls now are we? Why don't you pick on me?" The mysterious new boy told Plop who turned and went off running. The boy turned to Arya again their eyes met, Arya felt her heart skip a beat. The boy waved a hand. "Let him go. Look he's pissed himself, he has. Pie, you've pissed yourself." Arya had almost forgotten the fat boy she had at knife point. There was a dribble of red from his chubby neck and indeed a steady stream of yellow flooded from his pants mixing in with the rainwater below. Arya quickly let him go taking a few hasty steps backward right into the other boy. She turned clumsily.
"I can't believe he pissed himself." The boy said watching 'Pie' or, 'Slop' waddle away through the rain. Arya found herself staring at him again. You aren't, Sansa. He's just a stupid boy. She told herself.
"Uh- I'm Arya." She said with her eyes still on him. He looked down at her and smiled a white smile.
Gendry. He's just Gendry.
Such a dreadful day, the lightning flashed across the sky, the thunder cracked rumbling the earth. It seemed appropriate after what happened to her brother. Everything, seemed horrible after leaving the hospital. Everyone seemed so distant her mother, her father, her brothers, her sister as always. Everyone except for her boyfriend. Joffrey had been so kind, understanding, caring. Everything had family was neglecting to show her it was like none of them cared. Especially, Arya who would rather stomp around in puddles than stay inside with her and watch movies they used to watch together when they were younger. So, Sansa called Joffrey he was still in the North End for a few days at least.
Sansa had the house to herself for the night at least; her mother wasn't leaving the hospital with Rickon, father dropped in and out occasionally, Arya was sleeping at Jon's. It seemed her family was drifting apart in a way. Sansa got ready for Joffrey trying to look casual and not like she took an hour to pick out an outfit. She decided upon a baggy sweater that was more like a dress on her, jean shorts underneath the edge of it, and black stockings. Sansa let her auburn hair hang freely around her head.
She found herself getting nervous. Joffrey seemed too good to be true with his green eyes and golden hair. They had only been dating for a few weeks but, it all felt like something special. She paced nervously for around waiting impatiently for the boy to show up. When, the doorbell rung she rushed from the living room to the door swinging it opened without checking if, it was truly Joffrey.
A huge man was at the door towering over her. He was the scariest looking man Sansa had ever seen. He had jet-black hair slicked back, dark dark eyes, he also had a hideous burn on one side of his face twisting the side of his thin lips. Sansa screamed in surprise taking a step back falling over tumbling back onto the floor. Then, she heard laughing behind the big man.
"You scared her." She saw Joffrey peek out from behind the man entering the house. He offered a hand to help her up she took it looking warily at the scarred man in her doorway. "Don't worry about him." Joffrey assured her before looking over at the beast. "Dog. Go wait in the car." The man did as he was told like a... Dog. "He's well trained." Joffrey told her with a grin.
"I'm a very important man. I require a guard dog just in case." Joffrey said with just a hint of vanity. Though, Sansa wasn't completely innocent of vanity herself so, she just smiled.
"Of course. All this is very new to me..." She admitted. A shiver found her spine when Joffrey ran his hand threw her auburn hair.
"Our fathers were great friends." He told her as she leaned closer into him. He is so beautiful. She thought to herself, her blue eyes studying every part of him. "I think we will be more than that."
"I do too."
"Come away with me."
"W-What?" She asked not quite sure if, she heard him right. Leaving home sounded like the wrong thing to do. Especially, when Bran was in the way he was. But, it wasn't like her family was paying her any attention. Joffrey was and when he moved back to South End she'd hardly see him. The thought of living with Joffrey made her stomach flutter. "I-I..." You're eighteen now. You can do what you want... No you can't. Father, Mother, Robb, Rickon, Bran... Joffrey kissed her on the lips, her mind went blank. When, their lips broke slightly she whispered against him.