Hello Elevensbowtie here. This is like my second whouffle fanfiction so it's probably not very good but I got bored and ended up writing this so here it is the first chapter of my story Graduating.


Chapter 1:

'Clara! Jesus how long does it take for a girl to get ready you've been in that room for 2 hours now! The pre graduation party starts in 10 minutes and we're going to miss it if you don't hurry up!'

The Doctor. He's always had a thing about being perfectly on time for things. At first it was annoying but now it's just one of many reasons why I love him. Of course he can never know how I feel about him. I don't think I would be able to cope if he found out and started hating me. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship just because I have a crush on my best friend. I could never do that.

'I'll be down in a minute I just need to do my makeup!' I shout back down the stairs.

I don't need to put my makeup on but I've been crying and I don't want him to see because he'll only fuss and tonight is meant to be fun.

We're going to a party that the university has planned a week before graduation. I don't want to spoil The Doctor's fun because I was upset. I wait a couple of minutes and then walk down the stairs slowly with my hair covering my eyes trying not to draw attention to myself.

'Finally Clara you're finally read- Woah. You look, absolutely stunning!' He looked up and down my dress with his eyes wide open. Maybe he did like me. Or maybe it was just the dress. I giggled quietly and instinctively bit my lip trying to avoid talking until my voice was back to normal. 'Okay come on we have to go now otherwise we'll be late- Clara are you okay?' His head was at a slant and he had a confused look on his face. 'Yeah of course why wouldn't I be' I try to say in the happpiest way without my voice cracking halfway through the sentence. 'You've been thinking about your mom again haven't you?'

He was now staring right into my eyes and looking at where they'd gone slightly red from me rubbing them. I don't know why I didn't tell him that I was sad in the first place. He's usually the person I always talk to first when I'm sad. I used to think bottling it up was the answer but that didn't go so well when I used to randomly start crying throughout points in a day but when we became best friends he convinced me that bottling it up was one of the worst things to do and he told me that it's always good to share but today I just didn't feel like talking to him about mom. It was more of a personal thing that I would always go through alone. You see when I was younger my mom died and that kind of left me broken for a while. I didn't talk to anyone for at least a month, not even my dad, because I couldn't cope with the looks on their faces whenever they saw me. It was always a look of pity or sorrow. I hated that. The only reason I came to university so far away from my home in Blackpool was to get away from all the bad memories. And it's a good job I did otherwise I never would have met The Doctor.

'I'm fine trust me I just found a picture of me and her from when I was little and felt a bit teary but now I'm fine and I'm ready to go to this party!'

'Are you sure because we can stay and watch a movie if you want?' He had his cute face on that he always did when he was worried about me.

'I'm sure come on Doctor! Get your coat!'