"Rose Tyler," John murmured as he walked towards his house, grinning like a maniac,
"Rose Tyler."
John Smith was a skinny tall-ish 14 year old boy with unruly hair, that continuously refused to abide by the very few very simple laws of gravity. "Rose Tyler," He repeats, grinning.
Rose was new at his school and was going to be at most of the same classes as he was in. Rose may have just come for her first day, but John already knew all he could figure out about Rose Tyler, without sounding like some sort of stalker...Which was not acceptable in the least bit.
John smiled to himself as he walked past the willow tree on his street that wept so much it mingled with his hair, as he walked under its curly leaves. John had always thought of it as a weeping angel because it was so beautiful, yet it seemed to be mourning something continuously.
John reached his house, sighing as he opened the door and walked in closing it behind him. He didn't really want to talk to his foster mother, Sarah Jane, so he tiptoed up the stairs and carefully walked into his room. Closing the door behind him loud enough that she'd know he was home but wouldn't bother him.
John leaned against the door, running his long fingers through his hair like he always did when he was thinking. He'd been blatantly staring at Rose Tyler all day during class. If he did it again his grades would drop noticeably, which Sarah Jane would not appreciate that at all.
John strolled over to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses fitting them onto his nose. Walking to his desk, he smirks cheekily into the gold rimmed mirror. He sat down in his swivel chair and rifled through his drawers looking for his 'journal' and his pencil. He then found them and pulling it out of the drawer to set on the desk. He flipped through the pages to find the current date, written upon a blank white page. John smiled and picked up his pencil, sucking on the end where most pencils had erasers, he began to write.
About 30 minutes later John smiled at his page and read it to himself out loud, "Rose Tyler is the new girl and today was her first day… Isn't that a fantastic name? I think so,"
He continues to read, satisfied, "I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a wacko because she saw me talking to my friend, Amelia, and I'm pretty sure she heard it when I squealed like a little girl at what Amy said. But maybe I can talk to her tomorrow and make sure she knows that was a onetime thing? Maybe..."
It finished, John grinned, happy with himself. He closed his book and put it away in the drawer with his pencil.
As John finished brushing his teeth and hair, he ran his hand through his hair. One last time ruffling it, before slipping into bed and turning out his light.