Arya Stark (nothorsefaced) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-20 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, arya stark |
Who: Arya Stark and Alyssa Hamilton
What: Breakfast and talking about their boyfriends
When: Backdated: Saturday, May 18th. Morning
Where: Diner in Irvine
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Arya had to admit, ever since her and Catelyn had started talking again things had been a lot better. She was still mad at her mother for kicking Jon out and Cat was still somewhat disappointed in her for getting drunk at Courfeyrac’s party back in March, but she’d accepted the fact that if they were in England, Arya would be able to drink legally, so as long as Arya promised to drink responsibly from now on, Cat would let it slide. Of course that was only scratching the surface, but it was a start and Arya could tell that her father was extremely relieved that his wife and daughter were no longer arguing.
Earlier in the week, Arya and Alyssa had made plans to get together Saturday morning for breakfast, which was why Arya was currently sitting in her car, outside a diner in Irvine, waiting for her friend to arrive.
Alyssa arrived just a few moments past Arya, humming to a stop in her mother’s Prius. She was wearing a longer, more demure dress, but still looked as put together as ever. When she saw Arya in her car, she grinned and waved, waiting for her friend to get out.
Spotting Alyssa, Arya got out of the car and slung her bag over her shoulder. Unlike Alyssa, Arya was dressed in jeans and a tank top with a light hoodie over it. She hadn’t done much dressing up since Courfeyrac’s party. “Morning.” She pressed the button on her keys to lock the door and once the car beeped, she dropped the keys in her bag, “Ready to go in?”
“I am. I’m excited for amazing bad diner food.” Alyssa clapped her hands excitedly, then walked into the diner. “How’re you doing, love?”
Arya laughed and followed the redhead inside, “I’ve been fine. Better now that I’m not grounded and that I’m not fighting with my mother anymore. Well, no more than before she kicked Jon out.” While she had no problem with his being gay, Arya was still trying to adjust to the fact that he was living with a boyfriend who had the exact same name as their brother in the dreams, “How’re you?” As they walked in, a waitress asked them how many then led them towards a table.
“I still don’t get it, why did your mum kick him out?” Alyssa followed the waitress to the table. “I’m okay. Getting used to the fact that Damian hates Logan, and I just can’t talk about my friend to him.” She shrugged, her hands in the air. “It’s so bloody stupid.”
Arya sighed and sat down as the waitress led them to the table. She’d ranted about her mother kicking Jon out because of the fact that she’d gotten drunk and called him at the party the night her and Bran had gone over Alyssa’s,, but she didn’t think that she’d actually explained exactly why Cat didn’t like Jon, “She’s never liked Jon. My father had an affair just before they got married or something, but he didn’t even know about Jon for a while cause my uncle was raising him in England.” It was a pretty complicated situation and admittedly, Arya didn’t actually know all the details, but she knew most of it. “She’s always treated him unfairly. Even when he was younger.” Setting her bag aside, she shook her head, “Is he afraid that you’re going to leave him for Logan?”
Alyssa blinked. “How the hell is that his fault?” She folded her arms, grumbling a little on Jon’s behalf. She’d met the man briefly when he’d come to get Arya at the party. He seemed perfectly sweet. “I don’t understand parents.”
Sighing, Alyssa shrugged. “I guess? I don’t know. It’s mad, if you think about it. Logan’s dating one of my friends. So even if I was all ‘oh, Logan, take me now with your hairy back’, I’d be cutting the throat of my friend. Which I wouldn’t do.” She grumbled as she looked at the menu.
“Right? I can understand her being mad at my father for what happened, but I’ve always thought it was unreasonable for her to treat Jon the way she does.” There was also the fact that Cat should have had a son Jon’s same age, more or less, and that baby had died, but she didn’t say that outloud.
“Ew, he has a hairy back? That’s kind of gross.” Arya wrinkled her nose a bit, “I’m glad that Gendry doesn’t have that problem.” She realized that they’d gotten a bit off topic there, “Tell Damian to stop being an idiot. Anyone with eyes can see that you’re crazy about him.”
“He’s an alpha male. You should tell me more about Gendry.” Alyssa smirked, pulling her hair back because she didn’t want to get any of it in her eggs. “I try to tell him, but ... I don’t know. He’s just already lost so much. I think it’s just habit for him to be afraid at this point.” She sighed, covering her hands with her face.
“I guess that makes sense. He’s probably just not used to having things go so well.” Arya shrugged and took a sip of her orange juice as a small smirk crossed her lips. It was strange, she’d never thought that a guy would have the effect on her that Gendry did, but he was just so different from the boys at her school. He could be incredibly stubborn at times, but so could she and not much offended either of them, so they were kind of perfect for eachother, “Well, did I mention that he’s in my dreams? I don’t think I mentioned that part at your house.” At the time that her and Bran had gone over Alyssa’s house and played Truth or Dare the only other person who knew about Gendry was Jehan, because she’d told him when she’d gone over to help him make cupcakes. She hadn’t even been planning on telling anyone else until she’d been asked about boys when she’d chosen Truth at one part during the game.
“You didn’t!” That made Alyssa’s eyes light up. “That’s so cute! You guys are fated or something! The only boy I dream about is this weird tosser named Denis. I swear, he’s kind of scary.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. In my dreams, I’m ten or eleven and he’s like fifteen or something. I’m not sure. I just know that he’s a lot older than me.” She had still only had the one dream about Gendry in King’s Landing, but she knew that he’d had more dreams about them, he just wouldn’t tell her about them. “I always picture guys named Dennis with glasses and real dorky.”
“Well, he’s not that much older than you now, is he?” Alyssa smirked, leaning back. “Dennis doesn’t have glasses, but he’s about the dorkiest person I can think of. Even in my dreams.”
“No, here he’s like twenty-one, which isn’t that much older, but don’t start with the whole man of my dreams thing.” She narrowed her eyes, playfully, at Alyssa then laughed at her description of her dream boy, “So, basically the complete opposite of Damian.”
“God, Damian can be a dork when he wants to.” Alyssa chuckled and shook her head. “How does Gendry treat you, by the by?” Arya deserved someone who trusted her.
“Yeah, like when he’s with Bran,” Arya smirked as she recalled the way the two boys had acted together at Alyssa’s house, “They’re such weirdos.” She took a bite of a piece of toast before replying to Alyssa’s question, “He treats me good. He listens to me rant if I need to and he’s never pushed me to do more than making out.” She couldn’t help but flush ever so slightly. Considering she’d never been kissed until he’d kissed her a little over a month ago, she’d gotten a lot better at it, but he still hadn’t tried to make her do anything else. Other guys his age would have probably already gotten frustrated having a girlfriend who was so inexperienced, but she was grateful that he wasn’t like those guys.
“Endearing weirdos.” Alyssa smiled at the way her friend described her boyfriend. She liked that Arya had found someone who managed to be hot as well as respectful. “That’s rare, but fantastic for you. I’m pleased for you.” She reached over to squeeze her hand.
Arya smiled and squeezed Alyssa’s hand back, “He’s totally not the flowers and candy kind of guy and that’s fine, because I don’t expect that kind of stuff. I’m not the kind of girl who needs stuff like that to know that he cares about me. It’s so cliched.” When she thought about it, she was still a little surprised how much had changed from only a few months earlier when she’d been telling Bran that she didn’t need a boyfriend.
“Yeah, it’s much sweeter when they know what you like anyway.” Alyssa had gotten flowers from Damian, but she’d been more touched by her boyfriend thinking of her than anything else. “I’ll have to meet him sometime.”
Arya nodded then laughed a little, “You’ll have to excuse him if he comes off as a bit of a jerk. He does that sometimes. Jerk was pretty much his setting when we first met for a while.” Then again, Arya’s tendency to be extremely outspoken could get her labeled a bitch sometimes, so they were pretty much the same.
“I’m not exactly the queen of tact myself,” Alyssa shrugged. “I’m sure he’s just blunt.” Alyssa tried to be honest while being tactful - she was English, it was how she’d been raised - but sometimes it was difficult.
“We seem to balance each other out with the outspokenness.” Arya said, smirking, “Oh, and he’s Scottish too.” It was a little strange that he was Scottish in the waking world when his accent in her dream had been much more British, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. “And he works at the shipyard, building ships.”
That made Alyssa’s eyes widen. “Lucky. So he’s all broad and Scottish too?”
Arya smirked at her friend’s reaction and nodded, “He’s a bit taller than me too, but that’s nothing new.” It wasn’t as if Arya was short, exactly, but Gendry was just quite tall. Okay, so maybe she was short, but that didn’t change the fact that he was taller.
“Everyone’s taller than us, Arya.” Alyssa laughed; she was used to being tiny and underestimated. “Damian’s tall too. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t meet your bloke. Damian might get jealous if I say you’re dating a hot Scot.”
Arya laughed at that, “God, even Rickon is almost taller than me and he’s only fourteen.” It would be a sad day for Arya when her baby brother was taller than her, but it was bound to happen eventually, because Ned was quite tall, “Honestly though, what does Damian have to be jealous of? He’s got you and Bran.” Her smirk was a tad bit mischievous.
“Right? He’s the one stepping out on me, and yet I mention that one of the blokes from One Direction looks fit in a photo and you’d think I said that I wanted to have a gangbang with all the boys in my year.” She pouted her lips. “I should just kick him from now on when he’s dumb.”
“I threaten to kick Gendry in the shins if he’s dumb,” Arya shrugged, smirking a little, “Seems to work.” After all, she hadn’t had to kick him yet. Then again, she used that threat quite often on a number of different people.
“Damian’s more stubborn than your bloke, I can say that already. Damian’s more stubborn than anyone in the entire world.” She sighed, drinking her coffee. “I suppose he’d have to be to be with me.”
Arya laughed and ate a piece of bacon as it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t told Alyssa the most important and shocking thing, “Oh! So, remember how I was adamant about not going to prom? Well, Gendry actually offered to take me. We’re only gonna go for like an hour and then we’re gonna go do something else. I’d been so sure that he would go along with my idea to just do something else instead, but then he had to go and surprise me by offering to take me.” She was still surprised by that, but it was one she could live with.
Alyssa grinned, bouncing a little in her seat. “Oh, that’s brilliant! What day is yours? If it was on the same day, I’d say we should do our photos together.” Then again, Damian might see Gendry and get jealous.
“Tonight actually. It was really spur of the moment.” Arya finished off her drink, “I’m wearing an older dress of my sister’s and my mother is gonna do my hair.” She still couldn’t believe that she was going to the prom and with Gendry and that he was picking her up. Honestly, who would have thought that Arya Stark, of all people, was going to the prom. “I said that, if anything, at least I’d have the best looking date there.” Or course Gendry had disagreed, saying that he would have the best looking date there. In the end, they’d agreed that they’d both have the best looking date there.
“Oh, wow that really is spur of the moment.” Alyssa smiled and shook her head. “You’re lucky. He sounds really over the moon about you.” It made Alyssa sort of sad.
Arya shrugged, “We’re just taking it slow. I’ve never had a boyfriend and it’s pretty obvious that he’s used to older women.” Arya didn’t need to be a genius to see that Gendry needed a cold shower the majority of the time they were together, “But he’s never pushed me to do anything I’m not comfortable with, so I guess he’s a good guy.” Gendry was definitely a good guy.
“He’s a good guy.” Alyssa felt her stomach churn, and she smiled. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” She hopped up and went to the restroom. She could have a quick cry there and then fix her makeup and be back in five minutes. Nobody would be the wiser.
“Of course. Don’t take too long or I’ll leave the check for you.” Arya teased as Alyssa got up. She didn’t realize that anything was wrong with her friend and if she had then she would have stopped talking about Gendry.
Sure enough, four minutes later, Alyssa was back looking priceless. She slid into her seat and smiled. “So. Show me your dress.”
Arya pulled her phone out and brought up her pictures. Normally she wasn’t the kind of girl who took selfies, especially not to show off her outfits, but for whatever reason, she’d asked her mother to take one for her. “It was Sansa’s. At such short notice I just went through her old stuff. She won’t mind.” She passed the iphone over to Alyssa.
“That’s gorgeous, actually.” Alyssa nodded approval. “You don’t look like a cake, or someone who’s trying way too hard.” Alyssa beamed, handing the phone back over.
“Thanks.” Arya took the phone back and put it back in her bag, “Yeah, it was hard to find one that I actually felt comfortable in.” Arya and dresses didn’t usually go together, because she didn’t feel comfortable in them, but this one wasn’t so bad.
“I know you’re not usually a dress sort, but look at it this way. Trousers are rubbish and uncomfortable. Dresses are much more comfortable, and you can still kick people in them.”
Arya scoffed slightly, "Maybe for you, but dresses make me so uncomfortable. One good breeze and everyone gets a show." Arya was used to jeans and shorts and just didn't understand why so many girls liked skirts and dresses instead, "You can tell me how great skirts are till you're blue in the face, but it's not going to change my mind."
“Oh, that’s why you wear longish ones. And I wear those boyshort knickers, so it’s not more of a show than my swimsuit.” Alyssa grinned. “Oh my, are you admitting you wear thongs?”
“Oh god no! Those have got to be the most uncomfortable things in the world.” Arya couldn’t believe that they were talking about underwear now. “Do I honestly look like the kind of girl who wears thongs?” It was funny, Alyssa wasn’t the kind of girl that Arya was usually friends with, but she knew that Bran had good judgement when it came to friends and Arya really was glad that she’d gotten to know the other girl.
“No, that’s why I’m teasing you about it.” Alyssa laughed loudly. “I really don’t understand why people pay money to have a wedgie.” Alyssa’s nose wrinkled. “I’m so glad that Damian doesn’t know any better and I won’t ruin his expectations for female undergarments.”
Arya picked up her napkin and tossed it at Alyssa, “Mean.” She smirked as the waitress brought their check over then left, “I should probably get going. My mother is going to want to fuss with my hair all afternoon. I think she almost cried when I told her I was actually going to the prom.” She still wasn’t sure if Gendry was coming in when he picked her up or if she was just going out to him, so she hadn’t told her parents who she was going with yet and that was making her anxious, but she was doing an exceptional job of not showing it.
“Yes, yes I am. I’m just so happy you’ve found someone. I really am thrilled. He sounds brilliant. Maybe the four of us can go out sometime, yeah?” She beamed, squeezing Arya’s hand. Alyssa wasn’t joking; she really was pleased.
“Maybe. We’ll see.” Arya squeezed Alyssa’s hand back then pulled out money to pay for her breakfast. She wasn’t sure what Gendry would think of a double date, but she’d at least bring it up soon.