Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

15. Friend Zone?

Garrett wanted arya there. But she wanted to look the part...

"I need you to make me look beautiful." Arya shouted.

"You are beautiful-" ned began but sansa spoke louder

"Lets start with your hair and your clothes and your face is a problem". Sansa rattled off.

"Sansa". Septa mordane scolded

"What? She asked." Sansa reminded them.

"You don't need fixing in your appearance... maybe wear a dress every now and again that would appease your mother". Septa added more gently.

"Anything else useful and will less likely make me want to stab myself?" Arya countered.

"I suppose we cant fix your face". Sansa sniggered

"I could break yours. Garrett would love that!"

"Arya! father, did you hear her? send her to her room!"

"Why the sudden interest?" Ned asked over breakfast. He needed to stop arguing. He didn't know why he thought his daughters whom hated each other and could not be in the same room with each other for more than five minutes without arguing was a good idea. He should've brought his boys. They would've been less drama. Jon perfectly fine but no, he thought bringing the girls with would be a great idea.

"Just wanted a change". Arya mumbled

"I think she has a crush". Sansa countered

"I do not. Shut up!"

"Why else would you want to look beautiful?"

"You are beautiful honey." Ned countered. Arya grumbled to herself. "Sorry that's not what girls want to hear from their fathers apparently". He agreed. "But from a boy. " he urged. Sansa was right arya had a crush.

" it's nothing it's no one. I just thought I might want to fit in every once in a while considering there's 1 million ladies here. Okay!" She sassed before marching off and right into the chest of the man she was trying to impress most.

" hey little wolf where are you running off to? I was just gonna grab some food do you wanna join me?" Garrett asked.

Speak words don't just stand here like an idiot, staring at his handsome gorgeous face

" I was going to eat, but then I realized that I'm not actually hungry." Arya decided.

" that's a shame. Well then I guess I will see you later?"

" yes you will definitely see me... You know what suddenly I am hungry. I worked up an appetite talking to you." Arya decided. " walk in there be a gentleman." She gave him her elbow to hold onto like a proper lady would. he only laughed, but he did his extend elbow to her.

" if we're being proper, it is you that should be on my arm."

" right." she chuckled sheepishly. " I knew that."

" and I knew you knew that, but you were trying to be the gentleman here and steal my thunder" he winked back at her He had this way of never making her feel like she was a child. Instead, she was the woman that she was growing into.

She was screwed, he was perfect. 

Garrett was avoiding the women as they fluttered in for the celebration, yes he told his mother he would entertain the idea of a bride but he didnt say he would pick one. 

Arya found him hiding in the kitchens. 

"Avoiding the masses of women that want you?" Arya asked wishing she had put that dress on that septa had laid out for her. 

"I'm being a good brother, I would never avoid all the lovely ladies that traveled so far and wife for my crown..." Garrett gave her an amused look, she took that as her sign to move closer. 

"You cook?" Arya asked Finding Garrett in the kitchen chopping up fruit

"There are other ways to have knife skills, my darling little wolf." He made her blush so easily. It wasn't fair.

"What are you making?" Arya asked. Getting closer she leaned up against the Counter.

"Tom Wanted a fruit salad."

"I'm sure you have a whole bunch of people that could've done that.' Arya countered

"I do, but he asked me to do it." Garrett confirmed. 

"A good big brother you are to come down to the kitchen to chop vegetables-"

"Fruit." Garrett corrected. 

"Fruit." She agreed. "For his little brother." 

"If you would like to be a good friend and help me whip up some cream, he likes it nice and frothy." Garrett suggested. 

Friend. Did he just friend zone her? Either way she forced to smile of course she would help him because it meant spending more time with him.

"Put me to work chef." She agreed. Maybe it was his way of keeping her here instead of letting her run off, giving her job in the kitchen right beside him.