Author's Note: Yes, another new story. The idea for this one kind of hit me several weeks ago and has been bugging me ever since. Anyways, please enjoy and any feedback at all is appreciated.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Doctor Who. :(

He could see everything from up here. Well, everything outside. The party was getting to be a bit much for him, the air humid from the exhausted breaths of couples dancing. The cool air was a welcome alternative. It all seemed so pointless, all the teenagers going out and dancing around, so fascinated with their own lives that they didn't pick up on anything that was happening around them. How could anyone be satisfied with this kind of life? Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed a good party as much as the next kid, but by now the whole thing was getting a bit tiring. He decided to go ahead home and get some rest before tomorrow, even if it meant having to be the first one to leave the party. Running a hand through his already wild hair, the boy was almost turned around when something caught his eye. Or rather, someone. A girl in a dress who he probably wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't just walked away from the boy next to her. She was gorgeous. Had an old-fashioned dress on like the majority of the other girls, but unlike them, she didn't look entertained. Rather, she looked almost uncomfortable in the midst of the crowd. He didn't realise he'd been staring until the girl looked straight up at him and gave him a wide smile.

"You alright up there mate?"

He blinked. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Little bit too much to drink?"

"What? No!" He called back, before noticing several stares in his direction. Maybe it was best that he go down there to talk to her. "Wait one moment." He hopped over the balcony railing onto the ground, managing to actually land on his feet without stumbling too much. Then, he took a bow, beaming at her. She laughed and walked towards him.

"You think you're so impressive."

He gave her a look of mock offence. "That's because I am so impressive." The girl giggled again. Now he could make out her appearance a little bit better, despite the darkness of the night, and see the blonde hair hanging past her shoulders in waves, and the most expressive wide eyes he'd ever seen in his life.

"So, do you make a habit of jumping off balconies?" She asks, and he is a little bit shocked that she continues to talk to him.

"Nah, only to impress the pretty girls." Her head ducked down, her cheeks becoming tinted with a lovely pink blush. "You looked bored and I thought you'd like someone to talk to."

"I wouldn't mind the company. See that bloke over there?" She asked, pointing towards a dark-skinned bloke in a tuxedo laughing. He nodded. "That's my boyfriend, Mickey. He probably hasn't even noticed 'm gone. I was talking to them, but they're all talking about the match that they're missing."

"I've never really watched the matches. Always thought they were a bit dull." He said without thinking, then hurrying to amend the statement. "I mean for me. I'm sorry, that was rude wasn't it?"

She grinned. "A bit, yeah. 'S alright, though, I never really got the point of them. Just guys kicking a ball around. So if you don't watch matches, what do you do?"

"Not much really. Study a bit, watch the telly, eat beans on toast and fish and chips. Same old boring life like everyone else."

"What makes you say it's boring?" She asked curiously, seemingly unaffected by his comment.

"I dunno, it's just that everything's always the same. What are we accomplishing, you know? We sit here in a city in a small little country on a rather large planet. Yet, all we do is sit here with our beans on toast and watch our telly." He looked up at the sky. "Everything's the same every single day." There was a silence for a moment, and he wondered if that had been too much. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right in a way. But think about it like this, every day we are changing people's lives. Every time we talk to a person, or walk by them, we are in some way part of their life. Everyday we get to be in other people's lives, and in small little ways, we're helping them become who they're gonna be." She was looking straight at him, and he thought that he should probably close his mouth now. Her eyes darted to the ground. "'M sorry, that probably sounds completely mad."

"No, actually." He said softly, moving her face to look up at his. "That was beautiful." Right then, he almost kissed her. All he had to do was lean in a little closer and their lips would be touching.

"Hey babe," Mickey called suddenly from several feet away, "Wanna dance?" His hands jerked back from her face and stuffed themselves in his pockets. The girl jerks away too and mutters an affirmative to Mickey. She's almost to the dance floor when she turns back to him.

"It was lovely to meet you."

He nods. "Yeah. You too." Pausing, he really wishes he could think of something to say that wouldn't make him look like a complete idiot. "Wait! What's your name?"

She answers without hesitation, like she trust him. Of course she does, she's just telling him her name.

"Rose. Rose Tyler." She's gone, then, running inside to meet her boyfriend. He's about to leave, to go back to his flat so he has time to study for his exam when he hears her voice again, right next to him.

"You never told me your name." She says, and looks at him expectantly.

"John Smith." He replies, loving how he can feel the moment imprinting itself onto his memory. John realises he should probably go now because he's staring at her where her boyfriend can see, and Mickey isn't looking very happy. Running towards his car, he can't seem to shake the feeling of extreme lightness out of his body. Strangely enough, John's never been one to have that feeling despite what his bouncy personality may make it appear. He checks his phone and sees three calls from Donna. Blimey, she's going to be mad. John decides to go ahead and dial his older sister's number number.

"Donna? Hello?"

"Spaceman!" She screamed into the phone. "I've been calling you all night! Where were you?"

"Calm down, I told you the other day I was going to a party."

"Yeah, well while you were out partying, I was busy sitting out here in the freezing cold."

"Donna, it's like sixteen degrees outside." John said exasperatedly, still a little bit guilty for forgetting to tell her where he'd hid the key.

"I can't find the key to the flat, so I've been outside this whole time."

"Why didn't you call Gramps or Lee?"

"Gramps didn't answer and I don't want to call Lee yet. He's so shy, and I'm afraid the poor thing-"

"Okay, I got it."

"So where's the key?"

"Uh," He hesitated. Where had he hidden it? "I'll be there in ten minutes. See you." And then John hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. Suddenly, the thought occurred to him that he should've gotten Rose's number. Because it really had been lovely to meet her, and he hadn't really felt that good in years. He wondered if it was wrong to think about her this much after only talking to her for a few minutes. She was brilliant, though. He had never met someone who had thought of something like that, about changing individual people like that. Shaking his head, John turned onto his street. Rose Tyler was probably nothing more than an infatuation.

"So, are you gonna tell me who that was over there?" Mickey asked conversationally as he drove the car towards the Powell Estates. Rose rolled her eyes.

"He's just a bloke, alright? I already told you that!"

"Yeah, I know. Just didn't like the way you two were looking at each other, that's all." Rose kissed his cheek, and Mickey smiled at her.

"Like I said, he's just some bloke I met. I'll probably never see him again." A that moment, Rose felt the slightest bit guilty. Mickey really deserved better than her, someone that would love him more than Rose did. That was the thing, she did love Mickey, just not like she was supposed to. More like a brother than the boyfriend. Meeting John Smith had been magical, like someone had lit a spark inside her. It sounded completely ridiculous but she really couldn't stop thinking about him, about what he said about everything always being the same. He had described her life exactly, getting up, eating beans on toasts, watching telly, and working. Nothing was there anymore, and it felt like she was going through the motions. Forcing smiles and laughter at parties, pretending to be interested in the same things as everyone else. He had made her feel different, though. This funny feeling inside of her that made her feel like she could fly was all because of him. She wondered if he thought anymore about her like she was of him. Rose shook her head and tried to focus on what Mickey was saying. This was her life, and she really needed to get used to it.