Rory Williams has been in love with Amy Pond since the first time he laid eyes on her in the school playground. Love is easy when you're 8. You meet under the jungle gym, you say her hair is pretty and tell her that her imaginary friend is real and there you have it; best friends. Amazing what 3 years can do to a poor boy's outlook.
With his 11th birthday set to come in less then a week; Rory and his two best friends, Amy and Melody decided to meet in the treehouse Amy's dad had helped build for them the previous summer. Rory loved that his birthday was over the summer. That way he always got to spend the entire month of July celebrating it with his friends and family.
Melody was already up the tree and hanging upside down "Let's go people!" she yelled excitedly. The way she hung upside down in such a dangerous fashion made Rory a little nervous. He always worried for her safety and she always got herself into trouble; almost on purpose. He loved his 2 best friends very much but it was the way he loved Amy that he knew was something different.
In just 3 years she'd grown tall and thin; almost a whole foot and a half. Rory was hoping he'd grow taller soon. He always felt small beside the boisterous Amelia Pond and he'd hate to feel doubly small by being half a foot shorter then her. She was mostly legs. Long, lean and soft like porcelain. And she'd gotten into the terrible habit of wearing short skirts which made Rory's feeling for Amy harder for him to push out of his head.
"Get inside the house before you crack your head open!" Amy laughs at Melody as she runs up to the stairs attached to the treehouse's front door. It was a good 7 foot climb to get into the treehouse but it never seemed to phase any of them until today.
Amy started to climb up the rope ladder and Rory followed close behind. He suddenly began to feel a tightening in his chest and his face grow hot and flushed as he looked up to find that he could see perfectly up Amy's little red tartan patterned skirt. Her little pink panties covering her so delicately. He knew he ought to look away and he was ashamed by how hard it really was for him to do so.
He looked up her skirt all the way until he was 6 feet up the ladder. In his panty gazing trance he'd suddenly lost his footing and slipped. He was hanging on with one hand to the edge of a small wooden step. Amy was two steps ahead and was already stepping into the treehouse when she heard him slip.
"Give me your hand" she reached out to him.
"I can't" he was having a hard time holding on and a hard time dealing with his own embarrassment.
"Just give me your hand" she said as she tried reaching farther down to him. Their fingers lightly brushed each other before he slipped again. Mels came up beside Amy and reached out to help. Between the two of them he was slowly pulled up into the treehouse. "Nice move, stupid face" Amy laughed as she affectionately nudged his shoulder.
She always called him names like "stupid face" and in her own way it was a term of endearment. Rory completely understood that but he really did think he had a stupid looking face so it made a little self conscious; especially now that stupid face was being asked why he'd almost fallen off the ladder.
"What happened?" Amy asked now sounding a bit more serious. She wasn't one for being serious but when it came to her friends surviving imitate danger she knew it was no laughing matter.
"Yeah, what happened, Rory?" Melody smiled mischievously like she already knew the embarrassing answer.
For a girl about to be 12 years old she always seemed to know more about adult matters then any 12 year old ought to. Innocence is not in her vocabulary. He never asked but he wondered about her life in the orphanage and if it had hardened her. He had a strong sense that she'd seem more in her life then both Amy and Rory combined. Sometimes her eyes didn't look 12 but he didn't want to bother her about it so Rory kept his worries for her welfare to himself for the most part.
"I just lost my footing, ok?" Rory looked at Mels as he gave the answer to make sure she would take a hint and keep quiet.
"Were you having trouble seeing or... ?" Mels chuckled.
"Melody..." he eyed her in an I'm very disappointed in you fashion and she bit her lip.
"What?" Amy asks feeling like she's out of the loop.
"Nothing. We're here to plan a killer 11th birthday for our favorite guy; am I right?" Melody redirected the conversation.
"Yeah!" Amelia started excitedly to discuss everything from cup cakes to balloons to what color the napkins should be. Blue of course.
Rory had no problem letting Amy do the planning. He just liked to hear her talk and Amy's intentions were never to monopolize the conversation even if she did so unintentionally. Planning Rory's birthday was her own way of showing she cares for her friends. She's not one for saying "I love you" or even "I like you". She dislikes sounding mushy which is probably why she calls her favorite guy a stupid face. She really loves his stupid face but don't you dare tell.