To Love A Gun

Shooting Four

“So, whats she like in bed?”  Theon asked.  Robb proceeded to smack him on the back of his head, scowling at Theon.  

 

“Thats my sister.”  His voice was pure menacing.  Theon had heard it for years, so he wasn’t that affected by it, but the boys that were training shrunk back at their teacher’s actions.  

 

“And, I’ve always wanted to know what the Ice Queen is like under the sheets.”  He restated, this time it was Jon who just looked at him.  Jon on the other, Theon was scared of and he just threw his cards down.  

 

“I fold.”  He stated, taking a swig from his beer can.  

 

“Is she nice?”  Sam asked with pure wonderment.  

 

“She can cook.”  Jon said, taking the pot lying on the table.

 

“Yeah, I miss her dinners more than her company.”  Robb joked from behind them.  A loud groan was heard as one of the boys was kicked in the stomach.  Jon’s phone began to ring, as he quickly looked to see who it was.  Sansa’s name popped on the screen and he took a second to think about declining, but knew his relationship with his soon to be bride would just have a wedge put into it.  Standing, he mentioned how his Mother was calling and had to take it outside.  Something about his father, so he didn’t seem so unmanly.  

 

“Hello.”  Jon watched the waves crash against the docks as the bay smelled of fish.  

 

“Sorry to call you out of the blew.”  Sansa’s voice rang through his ears.  

 

“What do you need?”  He asked, rolling his eyes when he realized that she probably thought he was being rude on purpose.  

 

“I was just wondering what you would like for dinner.  I tried calling your mom, but she refuses to tell what your favorite food is.  She said you should be the one to tell me.”  

 

“You don’t have to do that.”  He said with sincerity in his voice.  For the past week and half she has almost been compensating for even entering his life.

 

“Its just. I heard tonight you were going to make it official.”  Thats right.  The ring in his pocket was suddenly feeling very heavy.  It was just a ring his sister picked out for Sansa.  In fact Jon didn’t even plan anything special at all.  They already had the engagement party, but the ring, they had chosen didn’t fit, and needed to be resized.  

 

“I like Shepherd's Pie.  Its an old recipe, my mom makes on occasion.”  The sudden feeling of guilt sunk into his stomach.  A memory of when they were little, she was talking to her brother Robb about what her wedding was going to be like.  

 

I want to marry for love.  Not for some other reason.

 

Instead of love, she got a killer.  Jon squeezed his eyes in frustration.  It was just another person for him to worry about.  Another thing that people could use against him.  If push come to shove he can’t let emotions get in the way, which at this point they were starting to.