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“Everything alright in there?” Jon asked for the third time through the bathroom door.
“Yes! Don’t come in here!” He heard his sister shout on the other side. She had been in there with Margaery and Sansa for almost an hour. They were supposed to leave for the dance in twenty minutes.
Lyanna dramatically sighed from her place on the stool in their tiny cramped bathroom while Margaery did her makeup and Sansa curled her hair. In order to not mess anything up she was sat in just her bra and underwear and would have died if her brother had barged in.
“Almost done, love,” Margaery offered while applying a nude lipstick to her lips. Sansa was also putting the finishing touches on her curls before pinning back a few sections away from her face.
“You’re gonna have so much fun tonight,” Sansa mentioned while looking up to see Lyanna’s worried expression.
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” she said quietly, wringing her sweaty hands together.
Marg teased, “taking a cute girl to the dance will do that to you.”
Lyanna instantly flushed red. Sansa quickly jumped in to save her, “it’ll be a good time. Just enjoy with your friends, eat lots of sugar, and try not to give your brother a heart attack.”
The teen smiled at that.
“Alright, makeup is all done.” Margaery took a step back and let the girl look in the mirror, smiling at seeing herself all done up. She never really wore makeup but Marg and Sansa insisted on letting them help her get ready for the dance.
“I love it, thank you.”
Sansa finished putting a few more bobby pins into her hair and slightly opened the bathroom door to yell out, “Arya, can you grab her dress?”
A minute later, her aunt somehow managed to cram herself into the already tight bathroom with a see-through garment bag in hand. Lyanna had been resistant to going dress shopping so Sansa had picked one out for her.
“I hope you like it.”
Lyanna looked at the knee-length black, strapless dress in awe. Even though it was a dress, it felt like her; no frills and not overly feminine.
“Alright let’s get it on you,” Margaery stated while unzipping the bag and pulling the dress out.
“Take your bra off before you put it on, “Arya mentioned, causing Lyanna’s face to scrunch in horror.
“It’s strapless, there’s a bra built in and you don’t want these things showing,” her aunt explained, snapping her bra straps.
“Here, come here,” Sansa pulled her over by the bathtub and had the girl face her. She held the dress up for Lyanna to step into, then holding it in place for the girl to slip her bra off while the fabric covered her. Lyanna moved quickly, making sure no one was looking, then turned around to let Sansa zip it up. It fit perfectly, she observed as she stood back in front of the mirror. She actually even felt pretty.
“You look lovely babe,” Margaery cooed.
“My baby is all grown up,” Arya teased.
Lyanna rolled her eyes but turned back to her brother’s girlfriend and swiftly wrapped her arms around her waist, “thanks, Sansa. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, hon.”
Just then, they heard a knock at the door, causing Lyanna’s heart to race and palms to sweat even more.
“Sounds like your dates here,” Arya opened to bathroom door, allowing the women to file out, leaving Lya still standing by the mirror, “come on, you’ll be fine,” Sansa offered.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Lyanna heard Shireen’s grandfather talking excitedly to Jon. She didn’t think it was at all possible for her heart to race faster than it was, but it did when she saw Shireen standing awkwardly off to the side, wearing a soft pink, flowy dress with a bow that tied in the back. Her hair was half up, tied back with a couple of braids. They locked eyes and smiled softly to each other.
Margaery cleared her throat from behind her, causing Jon and Davos to turn, realizing they had entered the room. Her brother grinned seeing his sister looking so grown up.
“Lyanna, you look beautiful.”
Lya blushed again, gaze turning down.
Davos placed his hand on Shireen’s back, lovingly, “Shireen’s very excited about tonight.”
“Papa,” the young girl chastised, embarrassment flooding her.
Lyanna jumped in, “me too,” trying to save her crush from further anxiety.
Shireen smiled again, clearly thankful.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Jon said, heading over to the fridge, he pulled out two matching pink corsages. Sansa’s heart fluttered at the thoughtfulness of the man in front of her. He got down on one knee to place one on his sister’s wrist and the other on Shireen’s.
“There, now you’re both officially ready for the dance.”
Lyanna tried her hardest to will away the tears she felt building behind her eyes. She had been so nervous to tell her brother about Shireen but in the end, he had been so supportive of her. In fact, by the end of their conversation, Lyanna wondered why she had ever been so concerned; he had just shrugged his shoulders in the way only Jon does and gave her a hug. He had spent the rest of the night giving her pointers on how to ask out girls, much to her embarrassment. Secretly, however, it had meant the world to her.
After staring at the beautiful flower on her wrist, she leaned over to plant a kiss on her brother’s cheek, giggling when her scooped her into a huge hug.
“You’re dead if you mess up her makeup, Snow!” Marg shouted.
“Alright, picture time,” Davos mentioned, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Both girls groaned but patiently participated in the mini photoshoot in their living room. Of course, Jon pulled out his professional camera and the whole ordeal felt like it went on forever. Just as the last picture had been snapped, Lyanna quickly remembered, “wait, Arya, can you take a picture of Jon, Sansa, and I?”
“Of course,” Arya smiled knowingly at her sister.
The three posed with Lyanna between them, who was beaming at the camera.
Finally, the girls were free to go. Davos had offered to drive them to the school and then Jon would pick them up. Jon gave her one last hug and everyone else waved goodbye, wishing the girls a good time. The apartment was suddenly filled with an eerie silence, even though it was still full of people.
“Why don’t we go down to the pub?” Arya offered.
Margaery excitedly jumped in, while Sansa could tell Jon was filled with nerves. She wrapped her arms across his shoulders, “she’ll be fine.”
“Come one, while you’re child free,” his best friend shouted while walking out the door.
The four of them made their way down the street, shivering in the cool fall evening air. Sansa had her arm laced through Jon’s, reveling in the warmth his body provided. Margaery kept glancing back at them with a knowing look, causing Sansa to roll her eyes.
Once at the pub, they found a secluded roundtable booth in the back for them to set up shop. Arya ordered them all a round of pints and they settled into comfortable conversation. Arya kept noticing Jon checking his phone every couple minutes, looking for a missed call or text from Lyanna.
“So when are you guys getting married?”
That quickly grabbed Jon’s attention as he death stared a now giggling Arya.
“Arya!” Sansa shouted as she threw a straw at her sister.
“They’ve definitely been practicing making a baby so getting married is the natural next step,” Margaery teased with a quirked eyebrow, loving how she could make them both flush deep red.
With that, Margaery and Arya went to the bar to grab shots for the table.
Jon awkwardly turned towards Sansa.
“Sorry about that,” she shyly offered, not able to yet look him in the eye.
Jon grabbed hold of her hand and held it in their laps, “why don’t you stay over tonight?”
“What about Lyanna?”
Jon shrugged, “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Sansa thought about it for a moment. They had yet to spend the night at each other’s apartments due to Sansa wanting to respect Lyanna’s space and Jon not wanting to deal with Margaery’s mocking and inappropriate comments.
“Only if she’s okay with it.” Jon nodded, again being reminded how lucky he was to have Sansa.
The quartet spent the next two hours drinking and talking. Jon stuck with the one beer, knowing he would have to pick up Lyanna and Shireen soon. He looked down at his phone, noticing it lit up with a text from his sister saying they were ready to come home.
“We’ve gotta go,” he mentioned to Sansa, “can I trust you two to get home okay?”
Margaery and Arya nodded between laughs, already three sheets to the wind. Sansa and Jon went back to his complex to grab his car and drive to the school. Shireen and Lyanna were standing out front when they pulled up, seemingly eager to get in the car.
“You girls have a good time?” Sansa asked.
“Yeah, the music was kind of lame but they had a huge sundae bar,” Lyanna offered.
As Jon drove towards Shireen’s house, he and Sansa listened as the girls fell into easy conversation with each other, discussing the funny or embarrassing things that had happened and something about a parent chaperone yelling at teenagers to not stand so close to each other on the dance floor.
Lyanna got out of the car to walk Shireen to her front door. Jon politely looked away when he saw his sister hug her date goodbye even though his brotherly protectiveness told him to keep an eye on her. Sansa just laughed at his torn expression but became silent again when Lyanna got back into the car.
“So you did have fun right?” Jon asked, just to be sure his sister was okay.
“I actually had a lot of fun.”
He wasn’t going to push for any more details, knowing his sister was already a private person and remembered how he was as a teenager when their mother pried into his love life.
“Sansa’s going to spend the night tonight, okay?”
Lyanna tried to hide her startled expression, schooling her features, she managed to mutter a “sure.”
They arrived home in silence, Lyanna heading to her room to change out of her dress and remove her makeup.
To Jon, it felt strangely comfortable having Sansa in the apartment, like she had always belonged there. He looked over as she made herself comfortable on the couch and decided to crack open a bottle of wine.
“We should watch a movie,” Sansa called behind her, scrolling through a streaming service trying to find something all three of them would enjoy.
Jon placed both wine glasses on the coffee table and decided to check on Lyanna to see if she wanted to join them.
“Lyanna, can I come in?” He asked while knocking on her door. He heard a muffled “yeah” and entered. Jon found his sister sat on her bed, scrolling on her phone. Walking over to sit on the edge of it, he noticed her body language was a little distant.
“Are you sure you’re okay with Sansa spending the night?”
Lyanna kept glaring at her phone and shrugged her shoulders. Jon laid down flat on his back, legs hanging off the side of her full-sized bed, wondering how on Earth he and Sansa had managed to fit in it when Lyanna was sick. Placing his hands on his chest, he stared at the ceiling.
“She doesn’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.”
Lya sighed softly, “I’m not uncomfortable, I like Sansa. It’s just that-” she paused.
Jon turned his head to face her, “hey, talk to me.”
Lyanna groaned in only the way a teenager does, “it’s just that it’s been you and I for so long, it’s weird having another person around.”
Jon nodded, “I hear you.”
They sat in an awkward silence, once again reminded that neither of them were good communicators but they were determined to get better.
“Are you happy?” Lyanna asked timidly.
Jon felt his smile cross his whole face, “I am happy. Are you happy?”
Lyanna caught his eye and nodded.
Jon felt a weight lift and was able to take his first deep breath since coming into his sister’s bedroom.
“What do you think Ghost and Theon are up to right now?” Lyanna’s laughter filled the room, imagining Ghost sprawling across Theon’s couch, taking up the entire space.
“I don’t even want to know. Probably getting into all sorts of trouble no doubt.”
He chuckled at that, remembering the picture Theon texted of Ghost wearing his sun glasses.
Lyanna sat up, resting her chin on her knee, “I’m seriously fine with Sansa staying over, I just swear to God if I hear any noises coming from your room, I’m calling Aunt Arya to come get me.”
“Promise?” Jon teased, earning a hard smack on the arm.
“Ow, you hit hard,” he bemoaned, rubbing his arm, “do you want to come watch a movie with us?”
“Only if I get to pick the movie,” she said, hopping down from her bed.
“Which Star Wars film will it be tonight?”
“Hey, you love it just as much as I do!” Lyanna screeched.
Jon came up behind her, planting a kiss on the top of her head, “I do.”
He watched as his sister ran over to hop on the couch next to Sansa, who was sipping her glass of wine. Sansa grabbed the blanket from the back and wrapped it around Lyanna. His sister immediately snuggling into Sansa’s side and rested her head on her shoulder.
“Any room for me in there?” Jon asked, lazily moving towards them.
“No sorry, looks like it’s the floor for you,” Sansa quipped.
Jon smirked and squeezed himself between Sansa and the arm rest, “I think we need to get a bigger couch, what do you think Lyanna?”
His sister subtly nodded, “yeah, a bigger couch sounds good.”