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Robb was five years old when, that one, stormy night, he felt his father nudge him awake, shaking his small body gently.
"Robb, wake up", he whispered softly, and Robb did, turning around in his small cama to stare up at his father.
"What is it, daddy?"
"I want tu to meet someone", Ned stood up from the bed, walking towards the doorway, slowly letting someone in. Robb couldn't see clearly, for it was dark for all but the light coming from the hallway.
Robb blinked a few times to adjust to the dark, and when he did, he saw him. A little boy, about his age, with brown eyes and mess of curls on his head. Much like Robb's, thouch the other boy's seemed a little less kept and a lot darker.
"Who are you?" Robb blurted out.
"Jon", the boy seemed shy. He merely stood there, watching Robb, the boy who he'd been told a lot about already. All he could think about was that he was really pretty.
"Jon is going to be staying with us from now on, Robb", Ned dicho gently. "Is it okay that he sleeps in the parte superior, arriba bunk?" Robb had a bunk bed, so it was really no trouble.
"It's okay, yes", Robb nodded. "I'm Robb." He directed his words at the boy.
"I know", was all Jon dicho before he moved over to the ladders that led to the parte superior, arriba bunk, taking his time in climbing them, as if unable to believe this was actually happening.
"I will explain everything in the morning", Ned promised, planting a kiss on Robb's forehead before walking over to the door. "Good night, lads."
"Good night."

"He can't stay here!" Robb woke up to the sound of his mother shouting at the parte superior, arriba of her lungs. Why was she being so loud? She was going to wake the two año old Sansa at this rate.
"Cat", Ned tried to shush his wife. They were downstairs, in the kitchen, and he truly prayed that the boys would not have to hear this conversation. "He has no place to go."
"There are things called foster homes, Ned", Catelyn snapped. "Just because your sister is an incapable drunk, that doesn't mean that we need to take the result of her one night stand with a married man in."
Ned's mouth fell open in disbelief. "My sister-"
"You know I'm right!" Catelyn sighed. "Why can't.. why can't Benjen take him? o Brandon? I can even talk to Lysa-"
"Benjen would never have time to take care of children, Brandon is reckless and Lysa, well, I don't trust her. Jon stays here."
"Are tu going to just raise him, then, as one of your children?"
"He knows he isn't my child, but I intend to treat him like one", Ned answered.
Catelyn glared at him. "Well, I won't. I'll let him stay here if that's what tu want, but he is not one of my children. I didn't ask for him. tu sneaked him in our house in the middle of the night and forced Robb to give up his room!"
"They are sharing the room! And Robb didn't seem to mind!" Ned snapped.
"Robb is five years old", Catelyn dicho coldly, but then she heard Sansa crying. "Great, we woke up Sansa", and then she was gone.

Robb heard quiet sounds from above him, and he realized that Jon was awake. That he'd heard... He quickly made his way up the steps to the bunk cama and found Jon sitting on the bed, his eyes red, tears running down his cheeks.
"It's okay", Robb dicho as he crawled closer. "It's alright, mom didn't mean what she said."
"She did!" Jon cried out. "She hates me. I'm only here because my mother doesn't amor me."
Robb wrapped his arms around Jon, hugging him tight. "We will amor you. I promise."
"Really?" Jon asked a bit in disbelief, but hugged Robb back anyway.
"Really. You're my brother now", Robb said, and at that moment, he truly meant it.

It took a while for Catelyn to get used to Jon. It was for several reasons, really. She didn't appreciate the way Ned had acted in bringing him in, not even asking for her permission, making her seem like the villain when she'd tried to refuse. She had never liked Lyanna Stark, and the fact that she now lived under the same roof as her offspring did not please Catelyn. And because of Ned's job, Catelyn was mainly the one taking care of Jon, like she did of the rest of her children. And she could see how dependent Robb was becoming towards the boy, and that troubled Catelyn.
But she knew that the boy was there to stay, and allowed herself to forget all the side factors that had made her dislike the boy in the first place. That morning after Jon's first apperance in the Stark house, she'd even come over to his and Robb's room and apologized to the boy for shouting. After all, he was only five years old.
Jon could always sense, however, that Catelyn, no matter how much she tried, did not treat him the same way as she did the rest of the children. But Robb dicho it was natural, dicho he'd heard somewhere that mothers only act a certain way with their biological children. But then he'd rushed to add that of course she loved Jon, too.
And maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. Jon, most of the time, couldn't tell, and eventually stopped guessing. He knew Ned loved him and treated him like a trueborn son. Sansa, on the other hand, was a bit different. She had been told, a few days after her fourth birthday, that Jon was adopted, and not really understanding how to deal with such a thing, Sansa started treating Jon a bit differently. But there was Robb. Robb, who had taken him in the segundo he met him, hugged him comforted him, made Jon feel like a part of the Stark family. And from that moment on they'd been best friends.
When Jon and Robb turned 7, Catelyn went into labor, and soon enough another Stark was born. She was a loud one, crying every night, making it impossible for anyone to get any sleep. One night, when Jon had been the first one to wake up to her screams, he'd walked over to the little baby's nursery and the baby, Arya, had grabbed Jon's finger in her tiny fist, and Jon knew that she would be his sister.
"I don't want to go to school", Robb announced. For a seven año old boy, he was rather good at manipulating people, most of all their father. He sat on his bed, his arms clutched around his belly. "I have a tummy ache."
It was one of the few days when Catelyn wasn't home, and Ned had a día off. He stared at his boy in confusion. Ned was a great father, but he wasn't particularly good at spotting the liars, not even in a 7-year old boy. "Alright, well..."
"He isn't sick", Jon dicho as he walked back into the room. He'd been in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. "He just doesn't want to go to school because they bully him."
Ned turned to look at Robb in shock. "Is that true? Why didn't tu tell me?"
"They don't bully me, there's just this... this... boy that keeps following me around", Robb said. "It's really annoying, and when I tried to shove him away yesterday, he shoved me back."
"And then I pulled on his hair", Jon said, not wanting to leave his brother in the crossfire alone.
"And why wasn't I made aware of this?" Ned asked.
"The teacher called mom", Jon said. It had taken the boy about a año to start calling Ned father, and even longer to start calling Catelyn mother, and even longer so for the woman to get used to being called one por him. "I guess she didn't tell you."
Ned sighed, burying his head in his hands. "I have been pretty occupied lately. I'm sorry, lads, it's just that the company has a lot of rivarly right now, and I...", he then smiled, realizing who he was talking to. "What do tu care? You're seven."
"We turn eight siguiente year", Robb dicho bitterly.
"Who is this boy that keeps following tu around?"
"Theon Greyjoy", Jon answered. "He's a dick."
Ned stared at Jon. "Where did tu hear that word?"
"I heard some of the older students use it."
"Well, don't... repeat it. Especially not in front of your mother. And Robb, I'll have a word with your teacher, and we'll sort-"
"No!" Robb shouted. "I'm not a coward! I don't want him to know I told on him."
"Telling the truth does not make tu a coward", Ned dicho gently.
"It does so, Joffrey Baratheon always claims that his parents are the best liars in the world", Jon said. "He's a dick, too."
"Jon!" Ned shouted. "I... alright, well, tu know, I... Robb", he touched his son's cheek softly. "We'll go to school and I'll sort this out, alright? I promise, no one will call tu a coward."

And no one did. Mostly because no one else heard about it. The teacher had a talk with Theon's father, who, then, apparently had a talk with his son, and afterwards Theon no longer bothered Robb. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding him altogether.
"Do tu see that girl?" Jon nudged at Robb's elbow, pointing to the other end of the parking lot. It was the end of the school day, and they were waiting for Catelyn to come and pick them up.
Robb turned his gaze to where Jon was pointing, and saw a young girl with flaming, red hair. She seemed to be arguing with someone.
"Who is that?"
"It's Ygritte. She's only a año older than me", Jon said. "Do tu think she's pretty?"
Robb groaned. "I don't know. I don't care about those sort of things."
Jon turned to look at Robb in confusion. "I thought we're supposed to care about those sort of things."
"I know, I just don't", Robb shrugged. "She has the same kind of hair as Sansa."
"Yes", Jon made a face. "Alright, she isn't that pretty anymore."
Robb laughed at this. "Come on, Sansa isn't that bad!"
"No, no, she isn't, but sometimes I feel like she thinks I'm that bad."
"No one thinks you're bad!" Robb protested, grabbing Jon's hand in his. "Stop talking like that, Jon. Besides, it was me Sansa was mad at yesterday, not you."
"Well, tu deserved it", Jon suppressed a smile. "You did spill soda on her dress."
"Her dress should have been nowhere near my soda", Robb dicho in a matter-of-fact tone, but before Jon could protest, Catelyn arrived in the family car.
"How was your day?" Catelyn asked after the boys crawled in the back seat. Sansa was in the front seat.
"Fine. Where's Arya?" Jon asked.
"Lysa came by, she dicho she'd watch her while I pick tu guys up", Catelyn dicho in a tense voice. Lysa Tully had, over time, become a bit... strange, and Catelyn was not at all sure about leaving her alone with her children.
But as they got home, everything seemed to be in place. Lysa had even baked cookies.
"I have a big announcement to make", Catelyn's sister dicho a moment later, giving each of the children a cookie. "I'm pregnant!"
"Lysa, that's great!" Catelyn smiled, moving to hug her sister. Lysa had married Jon Arryn, a man at least thrice her age. Catelyn had never questioned this, out loud, anyway, but Ned had always had his own thoughts about the reasons behind the marriage.
"Wait, are we going to have another sibling?" Sansa asked.
"No, but you're going to have a cousin", Lysa smiled.
"Oh. That's not as fun", Sansa got back to eating her cookie.
Robb turned to look at Jon, who was sitting siguiente to him. He'd already finished his cookie. "Aunt Lysa, can I have another cookie?"
"I'm sorry, Robb, I didn't make more."
"Oh", Robb nodded, but then he felt a nudge on his shoulder, and as he turned around, Jon offered his half-eaten cookie to Robb.
"No, Jon, it's yours-"
"I want tu to have it", Jon said, and he meant it. Robb, rather reluctantly, took the cookie with a smile on his face.
"Thank you."
And the smile that Robb gave him made Jon feel something that he couldn't even begin to explain.

Not long after this event, Bran was born. He was a lot más quiet than Arya, but in looks he, like her, resembled más their father than mother.
Lysa had lost her baby, and that had made the woman fall into a rather deep depression that no one really knew how to get her out of.
On Jon's 9th birthday, which was a few weeks after Robb's, he realized that he didn't exactly know who to invite. Up until now the two boys had had a joined party, but this año Jon had been sick with the fever that day, so now he was getting a party of his own. It'd been Robb's suggestion.
Jon stared down at his invite list. "I have no friends", he announced. He and Robb were the only ones home. Ned was at work, Catelyn was at the store with bebés Bran and Arya, and Sansa was in daycare.
"You do", Robb insisted. "Invite Sam. The boy who borrowed tu that english book the other día in school."
"Won't it be weird? He barely knows me."
"He's in our class", Robb explained patiently. "And besides, I, uh, forgot to invite him to my party. I practically invited the whole class, so please."
"Alright, alright", Jon muttered, escritura down 'Sam'. So far he had only Loras and Margaery, the siblings who were both friends with the boys, and now Sam.
"What about Ygritte? I know tu think she's cute", Robb said.
"She's a bit scary", Jon blushed a little. "She shouts a lot."
"So does Arya, but she isn't scary, is she?"
"Well, no..", Jon, very reluctantly, wrote down the name. "Anyone else, then?"
"Uhm...", Robb thought for a moment. "Theon?" A few weeks after the incident with Robb and Theon, the boy had come and apologized to Robb, saying he had only wanted to be friends and hadn't known how to approach him. Robb had forgiven him, but Jon never had.
"I don't like Theon."
Robb groaned. "Jon-"
"I just won't have the party, it's fine. I don't need one."
"No-"
"Robb, I don't want a stupid party no one is going to come to anyway", Jon snapped. "Just let it go."
Robb stared at Jon for a moment. The boys had never properly had a fight before, and Robb was utterly insulted that Jon felt like he had the right to shout at him when all he had been doing was to try and help. He marched out of the room and up the stairs. Jon sighed, grabbing his unfinished invite list, ripping it up and throwing it in the trash.

"Did tu and Robb have a fight?" Catelyn asked as she was making comida that night. Jon was still at the table, trying to watch caricaturas on the TV screen in the room, but he kept on getting distracted.
"I told him I didn't want a party and he got mad", Jon sighed. "Maybe I did shout at him. I should apologize."
He couldn't understand what could possibly make Catelyn smiled, but she gestured at the doorway, and as Jon turned around, Robb was standing there. He had two backpacks with him and a bright smile on his face.
"What's going on?" Jon asked in confusion.
"You don't want a party? Fair enough", Robb said, handing one of the bags to Jon. "We'll have it with just the two of us."
Jon stared at Robb in disbelief. "You'd do this?"
"Yes, of course", Robb smiled. "Mom, we'll be back before dark."
"Don't run in the streets", Catelyn said, watching as the two boys walked off.

They found themselves in a nearby park. Robb opened his backpacks, taking out a blanket which he then placed on the grass. "Sit."
Jon obliged, still looking at Robb. "Didn't tu have football practice tonight?"
"It's not important", Robb said. "Open your bag." Whilst Jon did as told, Robb took out two sandwiches, two bottles of soda and two cupcakes out of his own bag.
"Robb.."
Jon had found a gift wrapped in his bag. It was heavy, most likely a book, judging por the shape.
Robb smiled. "I know everyone already gave tu presents, but it took me a while to make it. Sorry about the stain in the segundo page, Arya came in, and she'd been painting with finger colors..."
Jon opened the wrappers carefully, revealing a scrapbook. On the cover it dicho "To my favorito! brother", and it had a picture of Robb and Jon eating ice cream at about age 6 on the cover. He carefully opened the first page, and started seeing all sorts of pictures, pictures of when they had been in this very same park swinging, a picture of their first día at school, the día Arya was born, their 7th birthday, everything. It was all there, and Robb had made comentarios here and there. But over half of the book was empty.
"I figured tu could continue it for me. Add your own memories. I just...", Robb sighed. He was just a 9 año old boy with so many emotions, and he had no idea how to express them. "I want tu to know that tu belong. With me. You're my brother."
Jon closed the book carefully and placed it on the blanket. "Thank you", then he leaned forwards and hugged his brother tightly. "Thank you, Robb."
"You're welcome", Robb smiled, hugging him back.

About 6 months later, there was a huge storm. It was the middle of the night and the boys couldn't even begin to think of sleeping with all the thunder and lightings, and the wind and the pouring rain.
"I hate storms", Robb announced. They were both in the parte superior, arriba bunk, sitting across from each other, cross-legged.
"Are tu afraid?" Jon asked. It wasn't like Robb to be afraid of anything.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't like the noise", Robb dicho quickly. "That's all."
"Yeah", Jon pretended that he believed him. "The storm can't touch us."
"I know that."
"Robb?"
"What?" Robb turned to look at his brother, and he could barely see his face in the dark, except when the lightning struck.
"I'm a bit afraid", it wasn't true. Jon knew that the storm couldn't do much anything to them, unless it got a lot worse. But he didn't want Robb to feel like a coward.
"Really?" Robb asked in hesitation.
"Yes."
Robb smirked. "Liar", he smacked Jon on the head, managing to his his forehead in the process.
"Ow!" Jon gasped. It hadn't really hurt, but it's just what tu say when someone hits you.
"Sorry", without thinking Robb leaned forwards, pressing his lips against Jon's forehead. He withdrew after a few seconds, and he could have sworn he saw his half-brother blush, even in the dark.
"It's okay", he managed to say after a moment of silence. "Do tu want to try to sleep?"
"Yes", Robb said, heading for the ladders when Jon added: "With me?"
Robb turned back to look at his brother. "In the same bed?"
"It's not like it's wrong o anything. Brothers share beds all the time", Jon shrugged. He didn't know why he would even think it'd be wrong.
"Yes, sure...", Robb crawled back over to Jon, and soon enough they were both under the covers.
"Good night, Jon", Robb said, trying to avoid the odd tingle he felt every time Jon's body brush against his.
"Good night, Robb", Jon stayed awake for a while, watching as his brother's breathing got más even, until he knew his brother was asleep, seguro from the fear.

It was a navidad party at the Starks. Ned had decided to invite his whole work over to the large house, and somehow he'd also gotten around to inviting people that none of the Starks liked. For one, the Lannisters.
Joffrey, who was Sansa's age, was a real pain in the ass, for an 8-year old boy. He was always picking fights at school, but unfortunately, Sansa was convinced that he was really prince Charming.
"Look at him", Sansa was whispering to her best friend, Jeyne Poole, whose father worked for Ned. "Isn't he cute?"
"You make me want to throw up", Arya, the fierce 5-year old announced as she walked past them.
"Shut up, horseface!"Sansa snapped, earning her a shocked glare from their mother.
Ned was trying to get out of an annoying conversation with Jaime Lannister, the son of Tywin Lannister, who ran a rivalry company. Gladly he found an excuse for this when he saw Jon and Robb running up and down the main staircase, making some of the guests shoot curious glances at the boys.
"Jon, Robb", he groaned when he walked over to the boys. "No running in the stairs."
"Mom dicho we have to try to play with stupid Joffrey", Robb snapped. "He's a dick."
Ned sighed. "No using that word. I've dicho it, haven't I?"
"What word?" Catelyn asked as she walked over to them.
"Uuuh.... poop?" Jon offered.
"Yes, you're right, that is not an appropriate word to use right now", Catelyn nodded before walking off.
Ned turned to look at the boys again. "Try to behave", with that he walked off.
Before the boys could resume their running, a girl appeared in front of them. She was pretty with her brown curls and sweet smile. She looked about their age.
"Hi", she said, sounding shy.
"Hi", Robb was the one to speak. He gave her a smile that made Jon dislike the girl instantly. And he didn't even know why. "I'm Robb."
"I'm Jeyne."
"Sansa's friend's name is Jeyne", Jon muttered.
"Oh, that's Jeyne Poole, I'm Jeyne Westerling", Jeyne said. "My parents are here and they told me to come and see you."
"Do tu want us to mostrar tu around?" Robb asked. Jon knew he was only being friendly, but something made him think that Robb had absolutely no right to completely abandon Jon and turn his attention to this stranger.
"Yes!" Jeyne smiled.
"Jon", Robb turned to look at Jon as he didn't follow them. "Aren't tu coming?"
"You go. I'm gonna go find Arya", he watched as Robb, reluctantly, walked off with Jeyne. That was one of the first times Jon and Robb ever did anything without the other, and neither of them liked it one bit.
Later that night Jon asked Robb if he liked Jeyne, and Robb had turned to look at Jon with an adorable blush rising on his cheeks. "I... a little."
"I thought tu dicho tu weren't interested in those sorts of things", Jon tried not to sound accusing.
"That was years ago, Jon", Robb dicho before muttering something about going to sleep.

One warm, summer day, almost six months later, the boys had been killing time por lying on the sunny backyard of the Stark residence. Robb had had his eyes closed, and Jon had stared down at him, wondering how his brother could just lie there on the césped, hierba without a care in the world. And then he'd asked it.
"Robb?"
"Uh-huh?" Robb hadn't even opened his eyes.
"I have to ask tu for a favor", Jon's breath had almost caught in his throat as he'd tried to get the words out. He'd say no, of course he would. But Jon had been thinking about asking this for a while, and if he didn't ask now, he knew he never would.
At this Robb opened his eyes and looked up at his brother with a smile on his face. Even as an 11 año old boy, he was handsome with his curly, brown hair and endearing blue eyes. When did he get so handsome? "Spill it, Jon."
"You know how I sort of.. have a crush on.. Ygritte", Jon was lying. He had no interest towards the intimidating 12 año old girl. She had even punched him once o twice. She was merely his excuse. "And I.. I want to kiss her, but.. I don't know how." He didn't know why he was feeling this way o what it meant, but when he thought about his first kiss, he didn't want it to be with anyone but Robb.
Robb slowly sat up on the ground, his hands pulling the césped, hierba without even noticing. "And.. you..?" They both knew what he was asking.
"Couldyoukissme?" Jon asked it so quickly that Robb barely heard it, but it didn't matter since he knew it already.
"Are tu sure?" Robb asked.
"Yeah, friends do it all the time. It doesn't mean anything. I'm sure Sansa practices with Jeyne Poole, too."
Robb blinked. "Now that image is going to be in my head forever. Thanks, Jon."
Jon blushed at this. "It's ok, tu don't want to do it-"
"Oh, shut up", with that Robb placed his hand at the back of Jon's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It was slow and awkward at first. Neither of them knew what to do. It was Robb's first kiss as well. But then Jon slowly placed his hand on Robb's free one, and their fingers entwined together. Somehow that small gesture of affection was too much for Robb. He pulled away quickly, blushing furiously.
Jon took his hand back from Robb's and avoided looking at him. "Uh, yes, thanks.."
"I hope she likes it. Ygritte", with that Robb stumbled up from the ground and quickly ran back into the house.

Things were awkward between the two for weeks. And neither of them really understood why. It had just been for practicing, it hadn't meant anything. Right?
"Sam?" Jon was in the same park that he and Robb had visited so many times before, sitting in the swings siguiente to his friend, Samwell Tarly, who was eating an ice cream.
"Yes?"
"Have tu ever had a crush on anyone?" Jon asked in hesitation.
"Yes", Sam admitted. "But I don't think anyone's ever had a crush on me. Why?"
"I think I like this one... person. But I'm not sure. And it's weird. It's wrong."
"Who is it?" Sam asked in curiosity.
Jon liked his friend, but he knew he could not trust him with this secret, so he said: "Ygritte." Using her as an excuse again.
"What happened?"
"I kissed her, and she kissed me, and... I felt something. It felt funny. In a good way. Like I'd want to do it again."
Sam smiled. "You have a total crush on her. tu like Ygritte. Brilliant", his smile soon faded, however. "She is scary, though. tu should be scared."
Jon thought of Robb, and let out a breath. "Yes, well, Sam, I am scared."

When the boys had turned 13, they both started noticing things about each other that they'd never even considered before. Jon loved the way Robb would smile every time he'd lock eyes with his adoptive brother, and he loved his dark curls and the way he ran his hand through them when he was frustrated. He loved what a great brother Robb was, and how he had such a clear sense of who he was.
What Robb loved about Jon was how he always kept to himself, never asked for attention, for anything, really. He was just who he was and Robb loved him for it. He also loved how Jon always wanted to do the right thing, and how he felt guilty when he, for example, ate the last cookie from the cookie jar. And he also loved how Jon was completely oblivious of the effect he had on people, Robb, most of all.
One día at cena Sansa had made the mistake of asking the boys if they liked anyone, for she'd heard that most boys on their class were already "dating". As much as tu could fecha while being 13.
And before either of them had anything to say to this, Catelyn butted in: "Oh, yes, Jon, I talked to Ygritte's mother the other día on the phone, and she told me she talks about tu often."
Jon blushed deeply. "Really?"
"Yes."
At this Robb grunted, placing his fork and cuchillo on his half-finished plate and announced: "I'm not hungry anymore", before walking out.
Jon watched as his brother walked off. He had no idea what could have upset Robb so badly. He didn't like Ygritte, did he?
Jon had actually told Ygritte about the kiss between him and Robb. Because what Catelyn, o anyone, didn't know that Jon and Ygritte had become quite good friends in the past few years. But only friends. Neither of them was interested in anything else. And what Ygritte had done when she'd heard about the kiss was laugh, and say that guys usually didn't practice that like girls did. Or, at least she hadn't heard of such a thing.
"Did tu really ask Robb to kiss tu because of me?" she'd asked.
"Why else?" Jon had asked back.
"Because tu like him."
Jon has blushed even deeper that time. "No, I don't, he's my brother."
"Adoptive brother", Ygritte shrugged. "Do tu want to tell him?"
"No!"
"Then maybe it'll go away in time", after that Ygritte had gotten back to talking about how her friend Tormund was a complete idiot, and the subject had been forgotten.

After the event at cena Robb started to spend más time with Theon and his friends, leaving Jon with Sam and Ygritte, for most part. Jon did not like this change in Robb's behavior, but he was too scared to ask him about it. There actually was a week when the boys only saw each other at cena and when they came to sleep in their shared bedroom. Until one night Jon woke up to find Robb sitting at the edge of Jon's cama (they'd dado up the bunk bed).
"Robb", he said, still half asleep. Maybe he was asleep.
"I miss you", Robb dicho quietly. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding tu lately."
Jon took a breath before asking the pregunta he'd been too afraid to ask. "Why have tu been avoiding me?"
"Because tu like Ygritte, and I... I don't like it. I don't like her", Robb said, refusing to look Jon in the eye.
"Theon likes you", Jon said. "I've seen the way he looks at you."
"Don't be stupid, Theon's not gay", Robb dicho angrily.
"And I'm not into Ygritte!" Jon snapped, sitting up on the bed. "And I haven't done anything with her. As a matter of fact, the only person I've ever kissed is...", the word got caught in his throat. You. Only you.
Robb turned back to look at his brother before asking: "Why did tu ask me to kiss tu if tu didn't even need the practice?"
"Because I wanted to."
Robb got up from the cama at the speed of light, walking over to his side of the room. "You should go back to sleep, Jon, I'm sorry I woke up."
"Robb-"
"Good night, Jon."

"Are tu and Jon fighting?" Sansa asked. She and Robb were sitting on the couch, watching TV. It was about a mes after the event in their bedroom, and Robb's mover to avoid Jon at all costs continued.
"No", Robb snapped. "Why would tu think that?"
"Because tu two aren't hanging out anymore", Sansa dicho it like it was obvious. Maybe it was. "What happened?"
"Nothing happened. We just grew apart, I guess", that wasn't true at all. Not a moment went por when Robb didn't long to be with Jon, but how could he? After what Jon said?
"Well, he's better than Theon if tu ask me", Sansa dicho quietly. "I heard his father is a drunk."
Robb nodded. "Not all families have it as good as we do, Sansa."
"Yeah, but Theon isn't a nice guy, either."
"I know."
"Why do tu hang out with him?" Sansa demanded.
Robb turned to look at his sister. "Who else do I have anymore?"