A/N: I actually wrote with relatively current characters! Sorry I haven't done much of anything recently, today was my dance team's first performance and this week has been completely crazy. I'll get back into the swing of things soon enough. For now, here's a lovely Amy/Rory story (That rhymes! I'm very tired).

Your Stupid Face

She was crazy Amelia Pond. Feisty, dear little Amelia Pond. Imaginative, the adults said. The children usually settled for crazy.

As such, she didn't have many friends. Or any friends. Just her Raggedy Doctor, who was going to come back. But for now he wasn't here. And she was waiting.

A new kid was big news in a town as small as hers. And there was one now, just moved in. The family was named Williams. And Amelia was determined that the kid would be her friend. She just had to get to him or her – it didn't matter – before the other kids did. And while she might have been crazy, she was determined.

She put on her red rain boots and marched right over, as soon as her aunt would let her ("It isn't nice to disturb people while they're moving! They're busy!"). She rang the doorbell.

She had to wait a minute before the door was answered. But the rest of her life was waiting. She was used to it.

Because Amelia's been waiting for a little over a year. She's been crazy for a little over a year. And she's been alone for her whole life, except for one special night. She doesn't notice this, but she's not as sweet as she used to be. There's a fire that's starting, one that's going to burn for the rest of her life. Because without it, she'll get cold, waiting by herself all night long. Amelia Pond's already growing up.

A kid answered the door. Yes, on her first go, the kid! She didn't like to talk to adults first, they had always talked to other adults before she met them, and they knew. Or she told them. And they would say things ("Dear, I don't want you playing with that Pond girl. She isn't right in the head. She bites people!"). And Amelia didn't like being talked about.

"Hi."

Oh. She's…

Maybe he didn't hear me. It is kind of noisy in there.

"Hello?"

She's pretty.

Is he deaf or something?

"Hey!"

She's very pretty.

What's wrong with him?

"Hey, you!"

She's…beautiful.

He's just staring at me.

"Hey, kid!"

She's got pretty hair.

Why won't he answer me?

"Hey, crazy!"

And pretty eyes.

No, crazy wasn't good, that left her too open. He could say something mean, would he? Would he say anything? Maybe a rude remark would be better than him just…staring.

"Hey, stupid!"

Will she like me?

Does he hate me or something?

"Hey…stupid face!"

"Hum, uh! What! Hi!"

"I'm Amelia. Amelia Pond. And you're new. And a stupid face."

"I'm…uh…Rory. Yeah. That's me."

He looked at her closely. Wasn't she…

"You're Amelia? Aren't you…crazy?"

She looked at him closely. If she had known any language stronger than 'drat' she would have used it (Her stupid aunt – "Strong language is not proper for young ladies such as you. Or myself."). He looked a little nervous. He was new. She might have been a little loud there…Actually, with all the shouting, she might come across crazy.

"I'm not crazy, I'm waiting. But I'm waiting by myself."

She reached out and took his hand.

"C'mon. You're a stupid face, and I'm a crazy girl, and we're going to be friends."

"Does anyone ever call you Amy?"

"Has anyone ever called you a stupid face?"

"You call me that all the time."

She's growing up.

"You can call me Amy."

A/N: The end. Thoughts? I don't write them very much at all. I hope you liked it...it was rather enjoyable to write.