Answered your call for a pick-up from a drunken party even though you’re my brother’s friend and I’ve only met you once because it sounded like you really needed to get out of there AU
Arya’s hand automatically reached out to turn off the alarm before she even realized it wasn’t an alarm, that her phone was ringing with the music of an incoming call. The light was too glaring to look at so she answered without knowing who was calling.
“This better be important.” She ground out tersely, her voice coarse from sleep.
“You gotta come pick me up.” A man’s voice came from over the line, slurring slightly.
“Who is this?” She asked, becoming more awake now that she was talking.
“Gendry. Who’s this?”
The name sounded familiar, tickling the edge of her mind with recognition. “You’re the one who called me! Shouldn’t you know!”
The man groaned, “I called Jon! Is this Ygritte? Could you get him, I need him to come pick me up.”
Now those names she knew, Ygritte was Jon’s girlfriend, and then she suddenly knew who she was talking to.
“Gendry, this is Jon’s sister, we met like two years ago. How do you even have my number?”
“Fuck, Arya, isn’t it?” he sighed out, “Yeah I think I have you in here as ‘Jon’s Sister’ must’ve called you by mistake.” She heard him swear softly, “You, ahh, live in the area?”
She sighed, “Yeah, but why should I come pick you up, you woke me up.”
“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, but this party totally sucks, everyone is way too drunk and someone puked on my shoe earlier so I’ve been walking around barefoot and it just really sucks ok?”
She got out of bed, already resigned, “Fine, I’ll come get you, but you better tell Jon he owes me big.” She shuffled over to her closet, pulling pants out of a drawer to pull on. “Text me the address, and I’ll call this number when I get there.”
She was halfway to her car when her phone beeped, giving her the address, she pulled it up in Google Maps and was happy to find it only a ten minute drive from her location.
She pulled up to the curb at the party, college kids still hanging out drunk on the lawn, loud music blasting from the house, it looked like a shit show.
She called Gendry and directed him to her car, she saw the large man approach, and sure enough shoes were dangling in his hands, wrapped in a plastic bag, the laces coming through the tied handles.
He looked down and peered into the window at her, she rolled it down so they could talk, but he just stood there looking at her.
“Well, are you gonna get in or not?” she asked, starting to get cranky.
He frowned but opened the door to climb in, “You’re Arya?”
She put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, “We’ve met before.” She stated, confused at his apparent confusion.
“Yeah, but you were just a kid. And now,” he paused, looking at her from the passenger seat, she felt her cheeks heat as his glance, “well, now you’re not.”
“I haven’t changed that much in two years.”
He cleared his throat, and when she took a glance at him she saw his face was red. “You, ah, you’ve changed, grown up a bit.”
She smiled, but kept her eyes on the road, and let him direct her to his place to drop him off.
He opened the door, saying a quick thanks before he stepped out completely.
Her window was still open so she called out to him, “Gendry!” He paused, leaning back into the car. “If you ever need to get picked up again you have my number.” He nodded, “Or if you want to grab food sometime, you can use my number for that too.”