You and Jon have always hated each other. For years. You two met at the Wall when you were both thirteen, and grew up together, basically. Always bickering, arguing, being cold or pouting to the other. But through the years, none of you could deny the slow rapprochement in your relationship. The little stolen glances, the times when you can tease each other without yelling at each other became more often.

And that little flutter in your chest.

You were now seventeen, almost eighteen. You had a best friend, for ever, that was well aware of everything that happened with Jon. And once, one day, she spoke.

"You know, i spent quite a time keeping my eye away from Jon."

You frowned, confused and feeling a clench in your heart. "Jon? Jon Sn0w?"

"Mmh, Jon. I used to have a small crush."

Your brows furrowed more. You didn’t like it. "What ?"

She looked at you. "Oh, well, that’s past now. For a long time, it was nothing big."

"If you were interested in Jon Sn0w, why didn’t you ever say so."

She paused, looking at you. "Because i thought my bosom friend was in love with him."

Your heart skipped a bit, a little surprised and confused. "Me? In love with Jon Sn0w?"

She smiled, teasing and knowing. "Yes, you."