I slam into the ground.
Damnit, Blaine. I think to myself. Slow down.
My shoes are tied so that's not what tripped me, the pavement's smooth too. Did I seriously trip over my own feet? Well, that sounds like me. Blaine, the ever graceful.
Standing up I look around some, kind of an instinct now to make sure no one was watching. Of course, there was. Can't I just fall on my face in private?! No! The universe loves to laugh at my expense, then again so does everyone else.
He's leaning against a wall eyebrows raised, he's not laughing, though and he looks more surprised than amused. I guess it's not often you see someone go from a run to a crash once they're over the age of 7.
"Blaine" My mother comes rushing out the door and down the sidewalk "Blaine, sweetie, what have I told you about tying your shoes"
"But-" Oh what's the use, of course, they're untied. Damn shoes.
"Sorry mum didn't realise"
"Oh, and look at your jeans!" She sounds shocked. Honestly, I'm amazed that the state of my clothes surprises her anymore
"Those holes were there earlier" I sigh, though they weren't quite as ragged before I fell.
"And you wore them to school like that?!" She sounds like she's accusing me of kicking a dog.
Twice.
I'm tempted to pop off with "No, I didn't wear pants today, these are an illusion" But I prefer to have my phone rather than smart ass comments. Instead, I reply with,
"Yeah, sorry. They went with the jacket" That's technically not bullshit. Batman goes with everything.
Mum sighs and heads back inside leaving me to pick up the library books I had dropped. As I kneel I wince and hiss, holy shit my knees look like hamburger meat.
"Are you alright?" The man asks in a Scottish accent. When did he get over here? Last I knew he was across the street.
"No, I usually bleed from my knees while hissing" I can't stop the words. I don't even know him but I'm tired, hurt, and my brain feels like a static television.
"Well, I'm going to assume sarcasm here. You don't look like an Arelion."
"A What?!" What the hell? Arelion? Dafuq is that?!
"Never mind long story. Seeing as bleeding from your knees isn't your typical state of being I'm gonna hand you some band-aids and leave."
"You're gonna what?"
"Hand you some band-aids. I am the Doctor after all. Then I'm going to leave." Following true to his words he shuffles his hands around in his pockets and pulls out some band-aids.
I actually pause to put on the band-aids. I don't know why. I just look away and go to the task at hand. Hell, for all I know he could be some sort of murderer who kills by putting drugs on band aids and giving them to people who fall over!
So that might be a little extreme but still possible.
Especially since when I look up, he's gone. Just gone. Not leaving, he's just vanished.
I look at the band-aids on my knees. Oh well, if I'm going to die, let it be at the hands of a sadistic serial killer with drugged band-aids. At least it's unlikely with a bonus side of exciting.
(note from author)[Hello, dear readers and welcome to the first chapter. It's small but I made it. This is taking place with the 12th doctor after Clara died. I'm thinking It will stay between "Heaven sent" and the new episode.
If you have any advice on typos, keeping Blaine from becoming a (god forbid) Mary-sue please respond kindly. If you have any questions let me know!
Good luck and well wishes dear readers!]