I've decided to release the first chapter of this story a little early... cos, well. Basically, this is set at the Convention last March, so they've just started filming Doctor Who (I'm giving you that for future chapters). The main character is called Beth, but she's based around me and how I would react. I wanted her to be based around me cos this is basically my dream. I love Matt so much. He's simply gorgeous. I didn't want to use my name, so I took one of my friend's names instead, tehehe. I have so much planned for this story, but unfortunately I have 2 other multi-chapter fics I'm working on at the moment, so don't expect regular updates. However, if you review, then I might just update quicker. So... on with the show. Hope you like it... :)

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Today was going to be so exciting. I was going to meet my idol, Matt Smith! When I thought about it I almost couldn't breathe. My heart would begin to pound at an abnormal rate. Me and my friend Sophie would start screaming and squealing and jumping up and down. We were officially part of a new sub-race: fangirls.

To the extreme.

In my bedroom I had loads of posters and pictures of him. It was quite weird too; with being 28 and all. Some people might have thought that we'd have grown up by now. But no, we still hadn't grown up. We'd exchange the hottest pictures of him on the internet and we'd start screaming and jumping up and down at anything with the slightest bit of hotness on it. How I longed to have him, but knew it wouldn't happen. How I longed to taste him, run my fingers through his crazy but epic hair. I could dream about it, which I did, but it would never happen. Why would he choose me out of a million others who like him?

But sometimes unexpected things happen. Sometimes they happen when you least expect it. Or they happen when you think that they're almost definitely not going to.

That's what I still had to learn.

Today was the day of the convention. I was going to need to dress up in my best clothing; so I chose a rather tight v-neck shirt under a denim jacket. Even though I knew I could never have him, I was still going to try. The brush ran through my wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair as I combed it to perfection. Smiling at my reflection I made sure everything was right; he would definitely be able to see plenty of cleavage and due to my very short skirt, plenty of my legs. In my mind I pictured him ripping off my denim jacket, tossing it to the floor as we kissed passionately in a darkened room, just as he would throw me onto the bed with pent-up desire.

Then I would tear open the buttons of whatever jacket he happened to be wearing, throw his shirt in the air, reaching his chest. My hands would rake through that silky brown hair, my fingertips would trace the slight muscles of his torso.

I snapped out of my fantasy. I knew it would never happen. No matter how much I dreamed, I could never have my dream man.

Tugging slightly on the lapels of my jacket, I twirl around, looking at myself in the mirror. How much I hoped that he'd at least speak to me, or even look at me for that matter. He is a man, and I kept wondering if he secretly checked out every girl he walked past. Well this was getting me nowhere.

I was ready for action. I had my iPhone with me, for the camera and other reasons, like in case I got lost or had to text Sophie for some reason or the other. Quickly I stuffed my DVD boxset into my handbag in case I met him and wanted to get it signed. Heart pounding, I proceeded to rush down the stairs and get into the taxi that awaited me outside.

Sophie and I walked alongside each other, both just as nervous. And excited. We were definitely excited.

There were thousands of people about. The corridors were crowded with bustling people moving back and forth to get to the different panels. We were looking for the one with Matt in it, obviously. Except we were having some trouble in finding it.

After lots of walking down corridors and almost getting lost, we joined the queue for the panel. My heart was pounding so hard I swear it would escape my chest at any second. I mean, Matt Smith was going to be there. We were going to get to see him in the flesh.

"Oh my god!" Sophie squeals excitedly as we're finally let in. The queue shuffles along, luckily we're not very far from the front. Hopefully we'll get good seats.

Finally we enter, greeted by a giant auditorium with a stage at the front, seats behind. On the stage there's the sofa for the stars, and behind a board background with various Doctor Who related pictures on it. As the front seats fill up, Sophie and I find a seat near the catwalk in the second row. Not a bad view, since we're quite near the centre of the room. We're not too far from the stage either, so that guarantees us a classy view of Matt.

A man walks out and starts explaining what the panel is going to be about etcetera. My stomach churns with anticipation as we await the grand entrance. I'm starting to feel light-headed, my heart drumming in my chest. My teeth begin chattering slightly, and I think Sophie's the same.

"I think he's coming..." Sophie grins as the man walks off. The spotlight homes in on the seats. I swallow hard as everyone waits. And waits.

A wild cheer pierces the silence as the first person enters, Steven Moffat. I scream a bit too, throwing my arms up in the air along with Sophie. It's so surreal, after seeing them on TV that you actually get to see them with your own eyes.

"Matt, Karen and Arthur should be here soon," Moffat smiles as he takes a seat on the red sofa. Soon to follow is Arthur, who provokes a big reaction of cheers. Next is Karen, who gets an even louder response. I'm guessing they're saving best til last.

"And last but certainly not least, the Doctor himself, Mr Matt Smith!"

Time seems to slow down at that point. As he walks on stage my eyes widen. I can almost not believe what I'm seeing, but I let out a joyful scream, clasping my hand to my mouth and wriggling in my seat. It's him. It's really him. He's waving to the crowd, grinning that sexy grin as he takes a seat next to Karen.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, clasping Sophie's hand as we both start screaming together. I get out my iPhone and begin to record.

It's almost the end of the panel. Everything I've seen up to this point; it's just unbelievable. Even I don't know how I've made it this far without passing out. But since it's near the end of the panel, that means it's question time. As usual my mind goes blank as I frantically rack my brains for any old question I can think of. After all, I'll get to actually speak to him.

I finally think of a question and praise my brain. Raising my hand, I hope he'll notice me. And he does.

Smiling, he leans forward, twiddling his thumbs as he glances in my direction. "Yes, darling?"

He called me darling. I almost melt into the ground.

"Uh... will River Song return in the next series?" I ask, biting my lip and shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

He starts explaining without giving too much away. "...so yeah, she will."

Grinning at me one last time he makes an attempt to turn away to look for another person, but can't seem to keep his eyes off of me. I still can't get over the fact that he actually spoke to me. That we made eye contact.

As he's answering other questions, I can't help but notice that he's glancing over at me every so often. The occasional dart out of the corner of his eye. He's not looking shifty or uncomfortable, just sort of, awkward.

"I spoke to him! He spoke to me!" I whisper in Sophie's ear, grinning madly.

"You're so lucky! I can't think of a question," Sophie frowns, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks back to Matt.

So the panel goes on, people ask questions and the stars answer them. With a final cheer and clapping round, they walk off the stage. I can't help but see Matt giving me a sly wink. I almost explode with passion.

As we walk out, Sophie and I are squealing with glee. We just saw Matt Smith in person, and he spoke to me.

"So where are we going to go now?" I ask as we walk down a corridor.

"I'm hungry. Let's get lunch, then go to the next panel. I think it's got the producers etcetera in it."

I dig out the map and we begin to head in the direction of the cafeteria. After a while, we finally reach it and order a sandwich and a drink each. Sophie ends up getting chatted up by some fit boy and they saunter off into a corner, probably flirting. She says she'll be back in a minute.

So I'm left on my own, eating my sandwich on the other side of the room. I'm such a loner. Typical; she gets chatted up by a fit guy and I'm left with no one. No fit guys are even looking in my direction. I'll probably end up with no one. She'll get him and I'll end up trying to shoo off some bucked-teeth spotty nerdy weirdo.

How wrong I was.

"Mmm, that looks yummy. What have you got inside it?"

I'm suddenly aware of a presence beside me. Or behind me, because I'm looking in the opposite direction. I swiftly turn around, and gasp with shock. My heart begins to drum wildly like a baton in my chest, my stomach filling with butterflies.

It's Matt Smith.

Oh my god.

My hand goes straight to my mouth, my eyes as wide as dinner plates. I promptly drop my sandwich, the contents spilling out onto the floor.

"Oh, sorry," he winces. "Did I make you jump? Don't worry, I'll buy you another one."

My hand slowly makes its way down from my mouth. "Oh my god... it's you."

"It is," he nods, smiling and looking down to my ex-sandwich. "I'm sorry about that. I'll go buy you another one."

"No... you don't have to..." but before I can protest, he's already at the counter with a new sandwich in hand. I observe him handing over some money before thanking the lady at the counter and striding back over in my direction.

He hands me the sandwich, grinning. "There you are, good as new."

I swallow hard, smiling my sweetest smile as he gives me the sandwich. "Thank you."

"'Welcome," he chirps, leaning against the wall beside me while I eat my new sandwich. I begin to wonder why he's so interested in me. But I'm not complaining.

Some first date, I think to myself, but shoo the thought from my mind. How is this a date? How can it be a date? He was surely doing it as a friendly, apologetic gesture.

Smiling, I break off some of my sandwich and hand it to him. He frowns in confusion.

"Have some, after all, you paid for it," I smile, and he nods, taking the piece of sandwich from me and happily eating it. Somehow his hair is distracting me terribly and I find the concentration from eating my sandwich drifting.

I also notice him taking sneaky glances at me. Leaning against the wall next to him I smirk, finishing the last of my sandwich and chucking the box in the bin.

"Don't you have any panels to do?" I ask him, and he turns to me.

"I'm on lunch break at the moment," he replies. "Can go and do whatever I want."

I smile nervously, nodding in understanding. "So why did you choose to be with me?"

Immediately after the words have left my mouth, I begin to blush. I think he's blushing a bit too.

"Oh, I don't know... I was just sort of walking along and recognised you from the panel. And... oh, don't worry. Stuff."

I still think there's things that he isn't telling me. "What stuff?" I smirk, playfully nudging him with my shoulder.

The blush on his cheeks is now putting Karen's hair to shame. "Stuff... just stuff."

Sighing in defeat, I realise I'm never going to win. "What sort of stuff? Please tell me."

"Uh..." he's biting his lip over and over. "Fine. Just a casual question, are you here with anybody?"

I begin to blush aswell. Why would he want to know that? "Uh, yeah. I'm with my friend Sophie."

"Oh... good. So, no boyfriend or anything?"

My heart begins to drum. What is he trying to ask here? Is he trying to ask me out? I start to feel quite faint as I try to think up a response.

"No... no. No boyfriend. Not for a few months now," I chuckle, thinking back to my ex, then clearing my head of him.

He chuckles, I swear I see a smile on his face. "Good, good. So... um, how am I going to say this?"

I swallow nervously, fiddling with the rim of my shirt, biting my lip.

"Say what?" my voice is trembling as I dare to look him in the eyes.

"I-I..."

"MATT!" a piercing Scottish voice interrupts our conversation.

He sighs, turning to face the direction of the voice. Out of the corridor storms a frustrated Karen, arms crossed.

"Matt! Lunch break's over! We have to get ready for the next panel!"

Typical for someone to interrupt. I frown as he stutters for a moment, nodding in Karen's direction.

"Yes, Kaz! I'll be there in a sec."

"You better be, or you'll have an angry organiser to face!" and with that she strides back down the corridor.

He's stuttering again, arms flailing a little before he looks back to me.

"Look, I've gotta get moving, so I'll say it all in one simple action."

Moving to stand in front of me, he quickly leans down and captures my lips with his. I'm too stunned to say anything, my entire body freezes as I taste his lips on mine; relishing in the feeling. It's quite short and chaste, and is over far too quickly. He's beaming down at me as I look at him in shock.

"Room 407, meet me there after the convention's finished," he grins, then waves, disappearing down the corridor. He's gone before I can speak, so I just stand there, jaw slightly agape like a dumbstruck goldfish.

My mind cogs are whirring at a thousand miles an hour. What the hell just happened? Did he just kiss me? Did Matt Smith just kiss me? The more I think about it, the more it feels like a dream. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe I was hallucinating. But it felt so real. That brief connection of our lips; it felt like a million fireworks exploding at once inside my mind, my entire body taking off in ecstasy.

"Beth?"

I sharply intake air as I'm broken out of my daydream by Sophie's voice coming from beside me. Shaking my head quickly I try to clear my head of these thoughts. How was I going to explain all this to her?

"Yes... ah, yes? What was it?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost. You're all pale and shaking. Is everything OK?" she has a look of concern on her face.

"Yeah, yeah... fine. Fantastic. On top of the world," I try to fake a smile, chewing on my lower lip. I can still faintly taste him on there.

"Are you sure?" Sophie always sees through me. Every single time.

I nod slowly. "I'm sure... kind of. Except I think I kind of had an... hallucination."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I bury my head in my hands. "Uh... oh... oh, forget it, it's nothing."

I didn't have the guts to tell her. If she knew that Matt had kissed me she'd probably go into a massive jealous fit. She had this guy anyway... but Matt was a thousand times better.

"So," I try to change the subject. "Who's your boyfriend?"

"This is Jake," Sophie grips his arm. "He's fit."

I'm thinking of saying mine's even better, but decide not to. For now.

So I just nod. "So then, next panel?"

She nods back and grins. "I just hope we get to meet Matt."

"Yeah," my eyebrows are slightly raised and a smug expression crosses my face as we begin to make our way down the corridor, "So do I."

So, hope the first chapter was to your liking. Could you possibly spare your time to review? Pretty please?