eh, only a month late. By my standards, that’s flippin’ amazing
“Wait you want me to go to the wedding with you?”
“I need someone to talk to.”
“Aren’t you a bridesmaid?”
“Yeah but I’m still allowed somebody, Sansa isn’t going to make me sit next to Robb and Sam for the entire night. And they’re allowed to bring their girlfriends.”
Gendry was quiet, and Arya wanted to kick herself. She and Gendry had never really talked about, well, the kiss she had laid on him a week ago. They had been friends since fifth grade and now she ruined it, she knew that. She had just left, all but ran away, and didn’t respond to any of his calls or texts.
But she didn’t know who else to ask.
“So, Sansa’s marrying…Jon? Wasn’t he your foster brother or something?”
Arya winced and tried hide her own discomfort.
“Kinda sorta…. his mom’s job took her around the world a lot, and she was mom and dad’s friend way back when, so he just… was always around. Like, Mom just assumed when she made dinner, she was making it for Jon as well.”
And he started fooling around with Sansa when they both ended up in the same college.
“Why are they getting married so soon? It feels a little sudden.”
“Robb and I have a pool going on for how long after their wedding they announce Sansa’s pregnant”
Gendry laughed. A quiet one, but Arya hadn’t realized she missed it until that moment.
There was a beat of silence.
“So, do I need a tux?” Gendry asked, and Arya felt a rush of relief that she hadn’t completely chased away her best friend.
