He walked through the disorganised array of tables, covered in grease and badly opened salt packets. There were a few people sat around some of the table. Teenager's skiving of the school around the block, laughing giddily with their friends about how 'cool' and 'awesome' they were. I laughed to myself at how stupid they were, I hate how much that makes me an adult now, but they are going to pay for it later if they miss an important lesson that they needed for their exams.
He didn't pay too much notice of anyone else in the place, he just power walked through, his eyes were set dead straight on the counter, where there was a whole array of variants on fish and chips. He stopped in front of the pay machine, where a friendly looking blonde haired lady stood.
"What do you want then Lou?" The Doctor asked cheerily, turning to me with a smile.
"Don't call me Lou; no one calls me Lou other than my mum. But can I just have some chips please," I answered as I crossed my arms, but I relaxed into a smile. He nodded and asked the lady for a portion of chips. She happily scooped a large portion into a polystyrene box.
"Also I would like fish fingers please," He asked, grinning like a five-year old child.
"Yes we have them. How many would you like?" The lady asked as she grabbed another polystyrene box.
"Well how many do you have?" He asked, smiling at the prospect of fish fingers I think, I wasn't too sure.
"We have rather a lot son. Do you want ten then? Anything else?" She asked chuckling to herself slightly.
"That would be great thank you. Do you have any custard by chance?" He asked, the lady frowned at that question.
"No sorry son. There's a co-op across the road, they will have some most likely," She answered , pointing at the green supermarket on the opposite side of the road, " Here you go."
"Thank you very much," The Doctor and I say in unison as we picked up the boxes and walked out of the place. He was a lot faster than me and I had to keep running faster to keep up.
"Hey wait up. I am shorter than you," I shouted as he walked across the road ahead of me, I ran up behind him.
"Come on Lou!" He called as he walked through the sliding doors of the supermarket, I rolled my eyes when he said Lou but followed up behind him.
We wandered round the supermarket aisles looking for some ambrosia custard. I had absolutely no clue why the hell he wanted custard, but I wasn't about to ask and hear some confusing guy explain it to me, I wasn't in the mood and he really confused me. Then again if he had thought of putting the fish fingers and custard together I wouldn't have been too surprised given his odd outfit.
After we found and brought the tin, he stood outside the store, silent for a few minutes.
"Where are we going now then?" I asked.
"Well where can we sit in the quiet?" He asked as he looked around the area, the town I lived in wasn't that great. I would move out of my mum's house but I couldn't really bring myself to do anything let alone move house.
"Well there is a park ten minutes' walk away over the other side of the canal. That's pretty quiet," I said as I pointed in the direction of the bridge over the canal. We didn't talk much on the walk over there; he just looked around admiring the crappy view. I found a bench facing the canal, and we sat down and started opening the polystyrene boxes.
"You aren't having those together are you?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"It is the best. Come on seriously Lou, you have to try it," He said as he opened up the tin and dipped in a fish finger.
"No thanks I'm good. Looks like a little bit odd," I said as I took a few chips and dipped them in some ketchup.
"Well suit yourself, I have all of these to myself then," He said as he lifted his chin up to the sky. He had quite a chin, it was rather funny.
"So what are we, well you, doing then?" I asked, as I laughed myself stupid in my head.
"Are you okay?" He asked, avoiding the question. I wasn't sure what brought that up but he did look genuinely concerned.
"Fine. Why'd ya ask?" I answered, I think he could see that I was lying a little, I wasn't sure.
"Oh nothing. Are you sure you're okay though?" He asked, he'd relaxed a little, attempting to nonchalant or something like that, there was still concern in his voice though.
"Yes. Come on please tell me why we're here," I asked as I liked some of the salt and ketchup off my fingers.
"What do you do?" He asked, still avoiding the question, I laughed though when he asked this.
"Err…No, I don't have a job," I answered laughing still, he looked confused.
"Why, what happened?" He asked intrigued.
"Well I was in uni, studying History and Education. But well something happened, it's sort of hard to talk about so I can't but. I finished my course, came home, and well didn't leave like I should, like everyone did. I have been just living with my mum alone for about two and a half years now," I said, I didn't know why I told him all that, but he seemed nice and I hoped at least he wasn't a creep or out to kill me.
"Oh okay. What did you want to do though? Before something happened at least," He asked, still with his childish glint in his eyes.
"I always wanted, every since I was small, I wanted to change something. Change everything for the better, making the world a better place for everyone. I didn't have a hard childhood or anything, I just had a huge imagination and mind that I could do anything. I wanted life to be easier and better for just everyone. I guess I was just small, I didn't know just how illogical or anything that truly was," I said, chuckling to myself at my youthful näiviety.
"You can do anything you know," He said seriously, I laughed.
"No I really can't. None of this crap matters, I was a child with an over active imagination. Anyway, what do you do then?" I said.
"That's a bit hard to explain."
"Try."
"Well you should be getting back now, I presume your mum will worry," He said as he stood up taking my empty box and putting it into the recycling.
"She won't but whatever. Why did you do this?" I asked as we walked back over the bridge.
"I wanted to see you," He answered.
"Why me?" I asked confused.
"Who else? You matter so much Louisa," He said, I was now beyond confused.
"I'm not even going to try and ask what you mean," I said, if I'd been younger I would have quizzed him about it but I couldn't really be that bothered. He didn't say anything else as we walked back to my house. He stopped when we reached the door, and stepped aside for me to fumble the key in the rusty lock. It took a few moments to turn, we really needed a new one but neither of us could be that bothered enough to change it. I stopped before walking in.
"Will I see you again?" I asked, hoping for a yes, the reason beyond me.
"Yes I expect you will," He said smiling as he pulled me in for a hug, I grinned back at him as I opened the door.
"Bye then," I said as I closed the door, looking through the letterbox at his retreating figure. I smiled to myself before I called out for my mum. There was no answer.
"Mum!" I yelled for the second time, stepping wearily through the hallway littered in crap. There was no movement but I couldn't think before a large metallic object smothered my mouth and dragged me out screaming through the door.
