So I've come to the conclusion that I enjoy writing little drabbles and oneshots much more than full length stories! Anyway, I was listening to this list on 8tracks (8tracks[.com]/smarsbars157/d) It's great and I recommend listening to it while reading this! It adds to the affect ;) I hope you like this modern Whouffle oneshot!

John Smith smiled as he walked into Clara Oswald's apartment, carrying bags of takeout. Clara shouted from the living room,

"Draft!" He grinned and kicked the door shut behind him. He happily walked into the kitchen and sat the food on the table. Clara jumped up from the sofa, clutching her book to her chest. He nodded to her book as he unpacked the Chinese,

"Whatcha reading now, Clara?" Clara popped a gummy bear, from the bowl on the counter, in her mouth. She jumped on the counter and swung her legs back and forth,

"The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight. It's really quite good." She slid off the counter and grabbed two forks out of the drawer. She sat them on the table and walked over to the fridge. She opened it and took out the bottle of water, which she poured into two glasses and sat on the table. She sat in her chair and grabbed the sesame chicken and began digging in. John chuckled and sat down opposite her, eating the cashew pork. After a few moments of companionable silence John spoke up,

"So what's been bothering you?" Clara looked up, then continued eating,

"I've absolutely no idea what you're talking about," She mumbled around the food in her mouth. John raised his (delicate) eyebrows,

"Have you now? So you have no recollection of not talking to me for seventeen days before suddenly calling me up and telling me to bring Chinese?" Clara shook her head,

"Nope. None at all." John set down his fork and reached across the table, grabbing Clara's free hand. He waited until she looked up to continue talking,

"I know you aren't telling me the truth." He softened his voice, "What happened?" He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Did something happen with Danny?" A choked sob escaped Clara's throat. John broke at that noise, "Oh, Clara. I'm so sorry." Clara laughed and wiped the traitor tears away,

"It's fine! I mean, clearly, he wasn't 'the one'. But I'll find him one day," She sighed, "Hopefully." John stood up and sat in the chair next to Clara. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close,

"Clara, not only will you find him, but he will be the best man in the world. No, I take that back. The universe! And you know how I know that?" Clara shook her head, burying it further in the crook of John's neck. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, "Because that is the only kind of man who could deserve someone as great as you, Clara." She let out a sob or a laugh, John wasn't sure which,

"I'm not that great, John. I can't even keep a guy like Danny." John pulled away, holding Clara out at arm's length,

"Do not talk about yourself like that! You are brilliant! You are funny, kind, smart, a bit bossy, but eh, everyone has flaws." Clara laughed an actual laugh at that. John wiped a tear of her cheek with his thumb, "And you are beautiful, Clara Oswald. You'll find the right guy. I know it." Clara smiled a sad smile and turned back to the food. She snatched up the two fortune cookies and threw one at John. She quickly opened her's and cracked open the cookie. Half of the cookie was gone before she had even unfolded the fortune. Her eyes scanned the paper and John opened his,

"What's it say, huh?" Clara shook her head and crumpled it up. The paper fell to the ground as she spoke,

"Nothing! I mean it's just a stupid fortune cookie." John cracked open his cookie taking the fortune and giving Clara the cookie (since he didn't like them and he knew she would take it anyway). He unfolded the paper and read out loud,

"'Do a loony-goony dance, 'cross the kitchen floor.'" Clara quickly said,

"That's a Shel Silverstein quote." But John wasn't listening. He stood up and opened the fridge. It was pitch black outside and the only light was from the living room and now the refrigerator. He walked back over to Clara and held out his hand. Clara looked at him skeptically, "What are you doing?" John shrugged,

"I'm just doing what the fortune cookie said. Who am I to stand in the way of fate?" Clara laughed, shaking her head. She sighed, took John's hand, and stood up. John grinned, placing his other hand on her waist and pulling her towards the middle of the room. The swayed back and forth, Clara spun into him, and John dipped her. They both laughed at how ridiculous they were, dancing to no music. Clara mentioned this and John began quietly humming Dream A Little Dream of Me.

They danced for quite some time until it was late, they were both exhausted, and Clara's head was resting on John's shoulder. When Clara started tripping over John's feet (and her own) he slipped an arm under her knees and carried her over to the couch. He threw a blanket on top of her and was just about to leave when Clara reached out and grabbed his arm. Her voice was muffled by the blanket so John had to ask her to repeat herself,

"Don't leave. Stay with me." She added, as an afterthought, "Please." John smiled and took off his shoes and jacket. He lay down next to Clara, his arms under his head. Clara rolled over, throwing an arm over John's midsection, pulling him closer to her. John stiffened and then relaxed. He wrapped an arm around Clara's waist and the other under his head. He rolled onto his side so he could look at Clara. He leaned forward, placing a light kiss on her temple. Clara sighed in her sleep and John tucked her hair behind her ear, knowing he was an absolute goner now.

xXx

John's eyes slowly opened as the soft morning light filtered onto him and Clara. He sighed at the beautiful moment. The pale yellow light. The quiet sounds of the two breathing. The smell of Clara (John was sure that would stay with him all day). He quietly slid out from under the blanket, careful not to disturb Clara. He grabbed his shoes and his jacket and lay them on the counter so he could clean up the food from last night. He threw away the takeout containers and put the forks and the glasses in the sink. He snuck a few gummy bears from the bowl as pulled on his shoes. He threw on his jacket and was just about to turn to leave, when something caught his eye. A piece of paper under the table.

Clara's fortune.

John's curiosity got the better of him and he knelt down and grabbed the paper. He flattened it out and his eyes flitted over the words. He grinned. Her reluctance to read it to him made sense now. He slipped into the living room and placed one last kiss on Clara's forehead, hoping that her nervousness over her fortune could only mean that it was true. He walked to the door, chuckling under his breath and shaking his head. He turned back to look at Clara. He whispered into the stillness of the room,

"Clara… My impossible girl." He glanced down at the paper again and smiled. He opened the door and walked out, closing it quietly behind him. He walked out of Clara's apartment building knowing that the fortune would bounce around in his head all day.

The love of your life is sitting across from you.

UGGGH THE WHOUFFLE FEELS! They're too much! If you enjoyed, please favorite and leave a review! Lots of love, Annie