A/N - I've looked up what last name Melody used when she was friends with Amy and Rory as it was never mentioned on the show (that I know of) and the name that popped up the most was 'Zucker' so I guess she'll be Melody Zucker? If you DO know Mels's last name, please tell me so I can change it! Thank you :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who! Nor do I own Florence + the Machine of where the title of this story comes from ;)

chapter 1 ;

"Hey, Amy," Melody Zucker ran up to her best friend, Amy Pond, that February afternoon after school.

Amy, who was walking, turned around and smiled. "Hi, Mels," she greeted her best friend. She was walking home after school. "Wanna come to my house and study for the French test we have on Thursday? My aunt's not going to be home until late," she offered Mels. They were in the same French class in their last year here at Leadworth Secondary School and they had a test on Thursday, so why not study together?

"Sure." Mels shrugged. "Why do we even have French tests and stuff? I hate studying," she groaned as she and Amy turned the corner onto Amy's street.

"Because it's part of school and you'll never have a future if you don't study?" Amy asked Mels as if it were the obvious. Amy unzipped her backpack and dug into her backpack to find her house keys.

Mels groaned, "Having a future is more of Rory's thing."

"True, but studying is important as well. C'mon, look on the bright side, Mels!" Amy encouraged her best friend as she unlocked the back door to her house.

Rory Williams was the other member of the Amy/Mels/Rory trio. He was the smarest and the most ambitious out of the three of them, as Amy and Mels decided. He was quiet, funny and generally nice and a good guy who focused on school but also had a fun side to him. Rory was also an aspring medical student.

"Fine. We can study in like 30 minutes? I'm hungry," Mels announced, throwing her bag on Amy's kitchen chair and opened the fridge to check for food.

Amy laughed and set her backpack down on the chair next to the one with Mels's bag. Mels spent 5 of the 7 days of the week at Amy's house so she was basically an honorary member of her house.

"What? Food is an important thing. Aim, you have no food at all." Mels slammed shut the fridge door and turned her attention to Amy.

"What?" Amy asked confusedly, walking over to the refridgerator and opening rhe fridge door. "Yeah, we have food!" Amy pointed at the fridge that was full of food.

"Food that I like," Mels clarified. "I guess we'll study." She picked up her bag and started up the stairs to Amy's room where Amy and she would usually hang out when they were at Amy's house.

"Wait! We have ice cream!" Amy remembered, opening the upper freezer door. She and Mels ate ice cream religiously and on a weekly average, she and Mels went through at least a container.

Mels froze and walked back down the stairs. "Where!?" she exclaimed.

"Mango." Amy took the container out of the freezer to reveal a mango sorbet ice cream container.

"I want!" Mels nodded.

"Yeah, if you take my bag up to my room as well," Amy made a deal with her friend.

"Fine. Amelia Jessica Pond, you're lucky you have such a caring friend," Mels called to Amy as she gathered Amy's bag in her hands and walked upstairs while Amy scooped two bowls of mango sorbet for her and Mels.

"Cheers," Mels said to Amy once Amy arrived up to her room with the two bowls of sorbet and they were sitting on her bedroom floor. Amy and Mels clinked their bowls.

"Mmm," Amy took a bite of her sorbet.

"Hey, what's with that crack in your wall? It's huge!" Mels pointed at the huge crack that was in Amy's wall.

"What!?" Amy exclaimed until she turned around and noticed what crack Mels was talking about. "Oh," Amy said quietly.

"Yeah! Paint over it or something!" Mels suggested.

"Mels, it's been there for ages. You've been to my house 350 of the 365 days in a year and we've been friends since we were 12 and we're 17 almost 18 now," Amy continued sarcastically.

"Well, sorry," Mels defended herself.

"It's fine," Amy laughed, taking another bite of her ice cream. Right as she said that, a vibrating noise came from her backpack.

"What was that?" Mels asked, surprised.

"My phone," Amy said as she dug through the front pocket of her black and white striped backpack to get her phone.

"Did someone text you?" Mels peered to look at Amy's phone.

"Yeah," Amy checked her messages, "Mark."

"What does your lover boy, Mark, want now?" Mels asked playfully.

"Shut up!" Amy's cheeks became as red as her fiery red hair.

Mark Grant was Amy's current boyfriend and Mels never stopped to tease Amy about it. They had been going out since December and with Valentine's Day coming up soon in just a mere 2 weeks, well, we'll guess what could happen?

"No seriously, what does he want?" Mels asked seriously, snatching Amy's phone out of her hand and read the message.

"Melody!" Amy called Mels by her real name, something she hated, and grabbed back her phone.

"Amelia!" Mels retorted. Mels and Amy equally hated being called by their proper first names and they preferred their nicknames. Amy's Aunt Sharon called it "another teenage phase."

"So he just said hi?" Mels asked her.

"Yeah, I guess," Amy shrugged, "I'm not going to text him back. I'm tired."

"But he's your boyfriend!" Mels exclaimed, shocked, as if Amy were breaking one of the Ten Commandments.

"He'll live," Amy groaned, getting her French book out of her backpack, "c'mon, we gotta study."

"I wonder how Rory feels like, his best friend's boyfriend is his best friend," Mels mused, getting her French textbook out of her backpack as well.

"I dunno," Amy replied. Mark and Rory were good friends. Amy never really gave it a thought of DID Rory or Mark ever talk about her? Does Rory tell Mark weird quirks about her? Like her Raggedy Man obsession that she grew out of right before she started secondary school?

"I wonder if Rory ever gets jealous," Mels added.

"What!? I've never heard something so ridiculous!" Amy meant it, she had never heard something that ridiculous. Well, not as ridiculous as what her second pyschiatrist that she was in love, on a romantic level, with the Raggedy Man, which resulted in Amy biting the pyschiatrist.

Rory and Amy were like brother and sister. In the almost decade they had been friends, Rory never showed romantic feelings towards her. Yet at the same time, she had never seen him with a girl on a date. The closest she had seen Rory with a girl was at a school dance back when they were 13 and when it was time for the slowdance, a girl had went up to Rory and asked him, but he had declined. Amy just thought that he was shy.

"You don't know that," Mels said mischeivously, a twinkle in her eye.

"Mels, stop being so weird. Rory doesn't like me. I'm dating Mark. Mark likes me, I like him. Rory's my best guy friend," Amy stated firmly.

"Fine, fine. Did we need to pull out firm and serious Amy?" Mels asked wryly. Amy was hardly serious and when she was, it scared her.

"Only to make you not believe that Rory likes me!" Amy replied. "C'mon, study!" Amy slapped Mels's French textbook to get her to focus.

"Fine," Mels groaned.

"Besides, how did we even get onto the topic of Rory and stuff?" Amy asked Mels, taking out her notebook that held all of her notes from the past 2 months.

"Your boyfriend," Mels replied simply.

"Whatever," Amy replied, "can we like study for the next hour? Free of boyfriends joke and stuff?"

And so the two did. Free of boyfriend jokes, mentions of boys, and anything boy related, even when Mels felt like she was going explode due to the urge to make a joke about Amy, she managed.