A/N: Hi people! This is a romance, not between the 11th doctor and the OC! But between another OC that will come in later. Rated T for language and kissing.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own doctor who or any of the characters. I only own my OC Mia Meccati.
Chapter one:
I sat on my bed hanging upside down. My long brown curly hair that usually reached my hips was tickling the floor.
"I need inspiration" I said to myself rolling off the bed. I grabbed my messenger bag that I never go anywhere without. I made sure my art supplies where in there, grabbed my keys and phone and stuffed them in there as well. I walked out of my new apartment in London. I'm an aspiring artist working at a café, I moved to London from America A few weeks ago. My life in America was boring. My parents died when I was 17 and I'm an only child so after they died I lived on my own, on my twentieth birthday I decided to up and move to London. So here I am.
I walked down the street looking for inspiration. After a while of walking I found a park. I scanned the area for something interesting to sketch. I spotted a blue box. The black and white lettering at the top indicated it was a police box. I sat at a bench near it and pulled out my sketchbook and colored pencils. I grabbed a blue pencil and sketch the unique box. When I was putting the finishing touches on it I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
The fountain to my left had a statue of a couple holding hands in the middle, right next to them was a statue of an angel with its hands covering its face, as if it was crying. It seemed so out of place. I turned to a new page in my sketch book and replaced the blue colored pencil with a grey one and began to sketch it also. I looked up after a minute and it looked as if had moved. I shook my head slightly. I must have imagined it. I returned my pencil to my paper working on the details of the folds of her dress. I looked back up and the statue was now standing out of the fountain and had a hand extended toward me. I threw my sketch book and pencils in my bag and stood up. It moved. The. Statue. Moved. I walked towards it slowly.
"What are you" I said softly, just above a whisper. I blinked and it was a foot closer booth its arms stretched towards me, its teeth barred. I jumped back letting a squeal escape me. I needed to run. To get as far as I could from this peculiar park. I turned to run and another angel statue was behind me. I turned and backed up so both statues where in my line of vision. It seemed as if they couldn't move if you were looking at them. I had two moving statues looking at me, probably after me for some reason and probably more on the way. Did I run? Did I fight? No, I stood there like a dumb ass. Now I officially failed the fight or flight test. A hand grabbed mine and I turned to face a middle aged man with floppy hair, wearing a bow tie.
"Don't blink" He whispered in my ear and pulled me away from the strange, most likely deadly statues and towards the strange blue box I noticed earlier.
A/N: I know that was a short and not-very-actiony- chapter but It was sort of a introduction. It will get better I promise. Please read and review!
