Hey I'm back! New Whouffle fanfic. So I was just on YouTube last night and just listening to music and on Tumblr, and I started listening to 'Sparks Fly' by Taylor Swift and looking through the Whouffle hash tag and it reminded me of Whouffle with the fact of the elevens green eyes. So I decided to write a Whouffle AU series, because I haven't written in a little while so here ya' go.
Sparks Fly.
Clara stood at the bus stop in the middle of London in the rain. The bus pulled up at the stop. She stepped up onto the red double decker.
She handed her return ticket to the bus driver. The bus driver punctured a whole in the middle of it and handed it back.
"Thanks" She said with a small smile on her lips. She turned and looked for a spot on the bus; she couldn't see one on the bottom floor so she walked up the narrow staircase up to the top floor.
She couldn't see an empty seat on this floor either. Then a man stood up.
"Here, you can have my seat." He told her with a smile.
"Thanks" Clara replied as she went to sit down blushing slightly.
The bus jerked as the bus driver began to drive off again. Clara fell just as she was about to sit down and in that split second she squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the pain of the floor hitting her, but there was no pain or thud. She opened her eyes and looked up.
Crouched down slightly with a concerned face and holding her by the waist was a brown haired man with green eyes. He smiled when she caught eye with him. Clara's cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment.
The man lifted her up and she sat down making room for him on the seat next to her.
"Thanks for the seat and for" Clara said as he sat down, she waved her hands around a little to say thanks for him catching her. "that." She finished smiling nervously.
"Oh, it's alright, don't worry about it." He said with an ear to ear grin. "So, what's your name?"
"Clara and you?" She replied with a small smile.
"Doctor, the Doctor." He told her, he waited for the question that he always got.
"Doctor who?" She asked. He looked at her.
"Just the Doctor." He replied.
"Oh ok, where are you heading to then?" She asked trying to start a conversation.
"Southwark. What about you?" He asked.
"Oh my stars, I'm heading for the same place, I live in Southwark." She replied with a grin of excitement on her face, she wasn't sure why.
"No way. I live in Southwark too. Where about in Southwark do you live?" He asked.
"Oh I live on the Powell estate. You?" Clara asked.
"No way, this is weird. I live on the Powell estate too!" He shouted with excitement. The old woman sat in front of them turned round and gave him a disgusted look. "Sorry" He said quietly, with a sad puppy look on his face.
Clara giggled at his apology to the old woman. His face looked like a little boy being told off by his mum. As the old woman turned around sighing, the Doctor looked back at Clara and saw her giggling. He began to giggle too.
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As the bus reached the Powell estate, both the Doctor and Clara stood up and got off the bus.
The Doctor walked Clara back to her flat.
"Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" Clara asked as they reached her flat. It was still raining and cold. That was why she was inviting him in she told herself. Only because it's raining.
"Um, Yeah I'd love to. If it's ok with you." He replied awkwardly.
"Sure it is come on in." Clara said ushering him inside the warm flat. She took her red coat off and hung it up on the coat hanger by the door. She slipped her heels off and stepped into her red fluffy slippers. The Doctor smiled at the fact of how small she was.
"What's that smile for?" She asked with a curious smile on her face as she helped him out of his coat and hung it up for him.
"Nothing, just- I was just thinking that you small- in a cute way not in a bad way. I think it's cute that you small." He stuttered and flailed his arms around trying his hardest not to insult her.
She laughed at his stuttering, blushing a little. She took both of his flailing hands in hers. "Thanks" She looked into his eyes and smiled. "So, how do you like your tea?" She asked gently letting go of his hands.
"Milk with two sugars thanks." He smiled back and followed her into her small living room, having a sneak peek through her bedroom door way as they walked past her room.
He stood in the door way of the kitchen leaning on the wall and watching her make the tea. He memorised that she also has milk and two sugars. He let his eyes drift down her red dress that fit her figure perfectly and ended mid-thigh. He stared at her bare legs day dreaming about them. He didn't realise Clara had finished making the tea.
Clara cleared her throat to get his attention. He instantly looked up and realised she must have seen him staring at her. He blushed.
"Here ya' go." She handed him the mug of tea.
"Thanks" He said taking the mug from her, as he did he brushed his fingers against her hand and she blushed slightly.
They sat down in the living room on Clara's brown leather sofa. Clara tucked her legs up against her chest and sipped her hot tea.
"Where do you work then?" She asked the Doctor, taking another sip out of her red mug.
"I work in Canary Wharf. Where do you work?" He asked taking a sip out of his own tea.
"Oh that's cool, I work in the Shard." Clara replied.
"How long have you been working at the Shard?" He asked.
"Only started a couple of months ago. It's alright, pays the bills I guess." She replied shrugging her shoulders.
"What was your previous job?" He asked her taking another sip out of his tea.
"I was just working in a clothes shop; it was part time as I was still in Uni." She replied.
They're conversation went on for hours.
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The Doctor looked at his watch. "Blimey it's 11 o'clock. Doesn't time fly when you're having fun ay'." He said.
Clara looked at the clock in the living room. "Blimey it is!"
"Well I best be off, I got work tomorrow." He told her getting up off the sofa. "It's been lovely talking to you."
"It's been lovely talking to you too." Clara said standing up as well.
"Do you… er… do you want to do this again sometime?" He asked looking at the floor nervously.
"I'd love to!" Clara replied grinning.
"Marvellous. Splendid." The Doctor said happily with a huge grin on his face as he walked towards the door. "Ohh. Uhm. If you don't mind me asking, what's your number?" He asked her.
"Nah I don't mind." She wrote down her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Thanks" he said slipping into his inside pocket. "When should we next meet up?" He asked whilst putting his coat on.
"There's a fish and chip shop down the road, how about there sometime?" She replied helping him get his coat on.
"Yeah sure! Are you free tomorrow night?" He asked.
"Yeah. What time?" Clara replied.
"About 7:00 p.m.?" He asked with a smile on his lips.
"Yeah that's fine, so 7:00 p.m. at the fish and chip shop?" She clarified.
"Yep. I'll text you." He told her opening the front door.
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow." She said grinning.
"Ok." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "See you tomorrow." He said looking shyly.
She cupped his cheek. "Bye Doctor." She smiled at him.
He smiled back. She held the door open for him as he walked out.
"See ya'." He said as he left. Clara waving him off. When she couldn't see him any longer she went back inside.
She rested her head against the door and sighed in content.
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That night, both of them went to bed with a smile on their face.
That took a long time. It took forever to try and find out all of the places like where they worked and where abouts the Powell estate was (the Brandon estate.) Anyway I will start the new chapter either later on tonight or tomorrow. PLEASE REVIEW I LOVE READING THEM.