Her Best Friend’s Wedding (Gendry Week Submission 2)
This is for day two of Gendry Week...I know I’m late but...I’m busy ya’ll. Day 3 may be up by Friday so...But I know for sure I should have all of them up on Sunday! Anyway I hope you enjoy!
She was sloshed, hammered, completely blasted from her wild escapades the night before. The bar she had stumbled upon severed stale beer and horrible whisky, but it didn’t matter because they both made their way down her throat. She really should have listened to Sansa and stayed put at the hotel, but the prospect of her best friend (and the man she’s been in love with since she was twelve) getting married the following morning had soured her mood.
She was sour since she first found out that he was getting hitched. It came as a complete shock, not only for her, but apparently to the rest of the Stark clan.
Gendry had been casually dating; nothing for Arya to worry about, at least she thought it was nothing to worry about. But then his casual dating turned into a full-blown relationship, and Arya had a feeling that perhaps she had to worry just a bit.
It’s not like she didn’t want Gendry to date, she just wished that it was her he was dating.
And she didn’t have an issue with his current sleaze, she just wished that she was thrown off the face of the planet, never to be seen again.
It was hard to accept the fact that perhaps Gendry just didn’t feel the same way about her, that she felt about him.
For a time, Arya was fine with that.
If he wanted to date, then he could date, she wouldn’t stop him. But then he popped the question at the annual Stark Charity event for homeless children and her whole world crumbled.
Being the person, she was, Arya internalized her anguish and pretended that everything around was just fine. Few people could tell what she was really feeling, which made her feel more isolated than ever before. It was hard enough to feel like she was alone in the world when she was kid, but now that she was an adult and she should be living her best life, everything ended up turning into a complete shit storm.
She hadn’t intended to get drunk the night before (or maybe she did), but the call of alcohol was just too strong. It was like a siren calling out to her, for only her ears to hear. It helped ease the crushing thought, come the morning, her best friend would be married to someone else.