We'll sit and wait, because that's what we do. We the fans of a British show called Doctor Who. We'll sit and wait, trapped in our boring lives with our repetitive days, we'll wait.
We'll sit in front of computers, obsessing over that one show that no one in our lives seem to understand why we like it. We read fan pages, fan fiction, we watch the show and everything that has to do with the words 'Doctor Who'. We're fan girls and fan boys, and that's what we do.
We're the people in the back of the class, staring out the window and wondering when that mad man with a blue box that we know really exists will come and save us from our lives and carry us off into the stars. We all hope to meet aliens, see new worlds, save the Earth, and do some running. Always the running.
We spend our time obsessing over each quirk that each regeneration of the Doctor possesses, because we don't know which one will come into our lives with his magical blue box.
We'll always wait for our mad man with his blue box to come for us, to save us from our lives.
A/N: Inspired by x-Avarice-x's story. Sorry for the shortness, just wanted to post this.
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