Friendship?
Title: Friendship?Author: juhlillith
Rating: PG (fluff galore)
Word Count: 461
Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. (Do I really have to state that?)
Summary: Modern!AU. Set in the same universe of my previous fic.
"Hey, there! Arya Stark, our future champion!"
"Hi, Lommy.", she greeted him with a small smile. "What are the colors today?"
He lifted his hands; they were stained with red and yellow. Lommy was a graffiti artist that used to decorate the walls next to the campus. He was only a couple of years older than Arya. His signature name was 'Lommy Greenhands' because that was his favorite color. But Lommy's hands could come in all sorts of colors and shades. His real surname was a mystery.
They entered the cafe, the one that belonged to Hot Pie's mother. This was another friend, but strangely enough, he'd never tell them his real name. Everytime they ask, he'd reply with 'Why do you wanna know?' and no matter how good the reason was, he'd never tell.
She sat on her customary table while Lommy sat by the counter, so he and Hot Pie (friends for a longer time) could talk. Arya didn't mind, she'd much prefer being left alone to eat than to carry on a conversation.
She was almost finishing her chicken pie when Lommy asked about Gendry:
"So, Arry, where is your conjoined twin?"
She decided to ignore the stupid nickname. "What?"
Hot Pie answered first: "Mr. Gendry Waters Baratheon. Who else?"
She checked her clock. "Working, probably."
"You know his schedule?"
"Yeah... So what?"
Lommy shook his head, chuckling. He didn't answer the question.
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Later, she was finishing her notes for a test on the next day when Gendry called. It was their customary right-before-bedtime-call and she picked up the phone with a smile.
"Hello."
"Hi. How was your day?"
"Same as always. Oh, I saw Lommy today. He called you my 'conjoined twin'."
"Hm, he's getting better. Last time I saw him, he said we were married, but we forgot to fill the papers."
After a few minutes detailing their days, she decided to ask what was bothering her.
"You think our friendship is weird?"
"What you mean?"
"We call each other every night, I know your daily schedules, you know mine, sometimes, you sleep here and leave your clothes, sometimes i use your shirts to sleep... You think this is normal?"
"I don't know what is 'normal', Arya, but if you want to change something-"
"No! No, sorry, that's not what I meant. I like this way."
"I like it too. Uh, I... started to sleep better after our goodnight calls." And by his tone, she could say he was blushing. That brought a smile to her lips.
"Good night, Gendry."
"Good night, Arya."
They hung up and Arya went to bed. Before sleep, her last thought was about how pissed a boyfriend would get if his girlfriend called another man everynight before sleep.
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