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'Ello 'ello 'ello! This is the second chapter of 'I met a boy' and damn you might wonder on some things more than you should on a normal FF, just like Doctor Who I guess, full of little messages that we usually miss but need to surpass to understand the story more.

And there are references to the real Doctor Who and questions in those episodes that are answered later on in the Fanfic.

I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up but there's been a lot going on, you know, life.

Also sometimes I don't know when to stop the chapter so it might go on forever or stop too soon. Anyway enjoy and …

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Chapter two

He took a few steps around the room, giving each item a mini analysis, curious on why they had such items but not the least intrigued enough to give it a second thought. Finally when all was glanced at, he came across the new king size bed.

"I really do prefer bunk beds.." He trailed off when he spotted something peculiar.

Beside the large vast bed there was a bedside table, upon it was a glistening red book. It looked like any other note book except on the front there was something engraved in silver ink. The Doctor hesitantly stepped closer and saw what was written; 'Amelia Pond's Journal'. He felt giddy and was jumping on the spot while sanding his hands together thoughtfully.

He sliced the book open and started to pour his eyes over it in fascination.

(When Amy was age 7)

Date: 31/08/96

Dear friend,

It was a new day and school doesn't start until tomorrow. One more day of freedom. That is all I thought of all day. Or well... most of the day anyway.

I stared at the Tardis painted milk carton in sadness. Everyday, since the Doctor came last, I kept on thinking 'He didn't come back'. That recognition washed over me like I was in an inconsistent shower of hot and cold water. I tried hard to look away with ill faith he would return. My imagery friend. The Raggedy Doctor. I remember the morning after he came, I jumped out of my bed forgetting how I got there in the first place. I chanted the story all over the village repeating the crazy but amazing story of me, Amelia Pond meeting the great Doctor, the soul of my thoughts and imagination. But for once, This entry is not about the Doctor that lied on coming back. No. Not this time.

It's about a boy.

He's okay I suppose. Like every other boy.

Annoying and stupid.

But there was something different about him, I don't know. I never told my friend Mel about this so maybe I'm thinking too much.

So I went down the stairs and saw my aunt, her name is Sharon. She was washing the dishes like a daily routine. I smiled and she smiled back, scrubbing roughly at the giant bowl used for stew.

I took out the custard from the dry cupboard (we use it for cereals and cans) and fished out the icy fish fingers (Hehe) from the freezer.

"Oh! Not again, sweetheart. That's unhealthy" My auntie slumped her dishes back onto the drying wrack and tugged onto my fish fingers and custard ingredients.

"But aunty Sharon" I whined hysterically at her. She sighed and returned my breakfast. I cooked my breakfast and scoffed it down because my plans of today had to stay in schedule or tomorrow will come in no time.

I ran outside into the little village where all the shops are and full of the many people I see day after day. We all know each other here because it's such a small area!

I rushed to the pond I hang about now and again, searching for fish and if any ducks would come stopping by.

"Again, Pond?" My best friend came stumbling behind me. I looked at her displeased with her comment.

"So? What's wrong with trying?"

"Well... There's no way there' s going to be anything there, apparently according to that granny in that weird cottage house, she says even when she was young nothing lived in there, it's impossible!"

I scorned at her and continued looking down at the lifeless fish pond, pitifully. What's wrong with trying the impossible, anyway?

We went back to my house to play with the Raggedy Doctor toys I made myself. It was annoying to play with them now. It just reminded me of him too much. I trusted him. So it bugged me more when Mel was so excited every time we did play.

"You should make me, you know? I would play even more. Then me and the Doctor can get married and have kids oh that would be great wouldn't it Amy? Say it would be great." She pleaded while I was at my last straw. This was not the first I felt this way when she mentioned her being the Doctor's wife.

"You'd be great together" I said through gritted teeth.

"Our babies would have the best hair-" She rambled and rambled on and on.

"OKAY" I was breathing heavily and tried to centre all my rage into a far corner in my mind.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom" and I couldn't help but storm out. My face felt hot as if my face was next to the radiator for too long and warm streams of tears fell off my face like a storm splatting the ground.

I didn't really end up in the bathroom but in my front garden near the shed, where the Tardis landed way back. I almost turned fully away when I heard alarm bells in my head. Something wasn't right, like I missed something, I turned scared and saw..

A boy.

He wasn't anyone I knew around the village so I was confused to see such a stranger in such a lonely place.

"Uh hi, Who are you?" I strongly proposed. He looked slightly timid in the way he looked at me as if I was a monster in his cupboard.

"Tell me" I demanded.

"Uh...Rory...Williams" He turned pink like my favourite rose. I uncontrollably smiled but when he noticed and returned it, I put on a blank face.

"Okay I'm Amelia...and what are you doing here? This is my garden."

He looked around as if it was his first time he truly realised where he was.

"Uh, yeah so it is" He rubbed the back of his head, maybe it's his nervous tic, and stepped recklessly forward to me. I curled my fists into balls naturally in defence and he held up his hands in caution.

"Are you going to answer the question or what?" I wasn't in a good mood and here was a boy easy to target all my anger towards. Too bad for him.

"I-I'm new and... well my parents met your aunt, I think she was, and she said she can help us settle in." He looked at his feet, troubled.

I felt my guards go down and stepped closer. I saw a flicker of thought on whether to move back or not in his eyes, he picked the latter.

It was hard to apologise but I felt a little sorry for him as if he felt the pain I went through with my parents being gone.

"I'm...sorry." I tried to ignore his gleeful glare and turned back to my house. I thought for a minute, so confused with so many emotions tossing and turning in my mind. I slowly turned wondering if I should invite him in instead of rejecting him at the front door, which will I regret more?

I decided to invite him. When my eyes met him again, I saw he was staring almost mindlessly at my shed.

"What's wrong?" I looked at him anxiously, it was just an old shed that's been there for ages.

"...Nothing" He dragged his glare from the shed to me as if his stare was glued to it.

"Well, if you're done looked around come inside." and before he answered I walked into the living room where my aunt was talking to some other adults that I didn't notice come in.

"Oh Amelia! There you are come here and meet the lovely Williams family" to put it quite bluntly I couldn't care less of the newcomers I just wanted to run in my room, kick out Mel and tear up until I had enough.

I reluctantly walked into where the laughter was heard and found the weird boy that was outside (Rory was it?) rejoin his family who all looked scarily alike.

"Hello" I muttered and they grinned cheerily.

"Nice to meet you Miss Pond" They both took turns in shaking my hand and patting my head the went through to the kitchens with my aunt, leaving the message of "Go play with Rory"

I sighed. But supposed it was somewhat better than with Mel because it was a change. Something different. That's what I love; a little bit of change day by day.

Adventures. I conceded the idea of adventures with the only guy I know who could give e that experience with his crazy blue box.

I marched closer to the new kid with a whole new perspective and knowing me would last for only a dew short moments.

"I heard my parents say I'm going to the same school as you." He said this while picking up one of the home-made Doctor dolls that ended up downstairs. I blame Mel.

He looked at it amusingly.

"Yeah. Wow. Great" I swatted the toy out of his hands grudgingly. And sat down at the sofa, un-knotting knots in my ginger hair.

He sat down gently next to me. I suppose he still didn't know what was the right thing to do around me.

"Ummm.. you okay, Amy?" he tilted his head to see my face.

"...Amy?" was all that came out of my mouth after a few moments and even that was a whisper.

I looked at him bemused.

"Oh sorry I mean-" He almost squealed panicking.

"No." I turned slightly more towards him. He blushed but I ignored it out of annoyance and continued. "I like that name, no one called me that before." With a smile I felt myself soften for this stupid boy but for all the right and unknown reasons.