1.
"Amelia! There's someone at the door for you!"
Rory Williams stood at the door, his teeth boring into his bottom lip whilst his hands played with the hem of his long short nervously. Anyone could tell he was anxious, because Amelia Pond had a reputation, and it was possible that he might get pushed over by her, but being the new boy, he thought it best to make friends with her quickly before she was biting him like she had done with another girl in her class. Amy had said that she'd called her stupid, but her aunt still grounded her to room, which she didn't mind too much because she had her dolls to keep her occupied, plus if she was alone in her room, she could imagine her adventures with her Raggedy Doctor all she wanted too, without any weird looks or psychiatrists.
Today, she wore dressed in a little summer dress, covered in a flower pattern with her wellington boots showing underneath. He didn't laugh at her like everyone else would have; she looked very nice indeed, like a flower blossoming beneath the sunlight it was bathed in, proving to all the other flowers that she was the most beautiful around – Rory knew that was true.
His attempt at a smile was feeble and made her smile in return.
"Hello."
The silence made her aunt grow impatient, so she had left a few seconds before Amelia spoke.
"H-hi." Well done Rory, great way to show you're not nervous.
She was grinning now, leaning against the doorframe. He thought that the way her bright hair fanned out against the blue door was breathtaking. He really liked her hair.
"I'm Amelia Pond."
"I'm Rory..."
"I know." Smiling matter-of-factly.
2.
Rory found her crying, once. She sat at the foot of a large tree behind her house when he spotted her. She didn't know he was there, but her aunt had let him through to see her, also unaware that she was upset. He didn't know what to do at first. What could a fifteen year old boy do with his best friend was crying her eyes out in front of him?
Snap.
Her head whipped around and saw him standing there, his eyes closed frustration when he realised he'd stepped on a twig. Stupid big feet of his.
His presence seemed to aggravate her, and then he found himself being charged at, her face completely filled with anger as she caught with him and pounded her fists against his chest.
"Amy! Amy! What are you doing? Ouch! That hurts. Stop it!"
She could barely see. Water filled her eyes and fell down her face, and all she could do was hit and fight and scream.
"Amy, it's okay, stop crying, oh god, please stop crying." He clamped his arms around her and held her tight to him, cradling her head on his chest and kissing her hair.
"It's fine, my love, I'm here."
He hadn't meant to say that, to call her that, but she picked up on it. Her head snapped up, but she didn't let him go, neither did he.
"What did you say?" She whispered.
"Nothing, I said absolutely nothing. Not a thing."