Well, it seems that some are on board with this story, which makes me happy. However, Villanous TARDIS, I'm sorry to hear that my writing of the Doctor and Clara in the previous chapter was not satisfactory. I will try to do better next time. CaylithTheGolden, your request is on its way. I'll probably post it on Tuesday or Wednesday, so hang in there! :)

Anyway, out of 105 songs, guess which song came up when I put my playlist on shuffle?

The very one I was attempting (in vain) to remove from my brain, "Best Friend" by Toy-Box.

*sigh* That's okay, though. Taylor Swift (excuse me, non-Swifties) is soon to release a new album, and "Out of the Woods" was released a few days ago! Oh my Lords of Gallifrey, if you haven't listened to it, go search it up. Now. This song is more important than my fanfic, 'kay? Go listen. I'll wait.

Have you listened yet? Good. Now to continue.

And guess what else has happened? By the way, you can blame katierosefun if it shows up in my writing. I've gone and started watching BBC's Merlin. I'm on Season 2 as we speak.

So yeah. Fandoms, music (another Coldplay album! And 1989!), and various other things make up what we call the real world. Yes, peoples, it exists. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Maybe the story will help?

"He's my best friend, best of all best friends, do you have a best friend, too?"

The bell on the door rang cheerily as Amy Pond walked into the coffee shop, a laptop crammed under her arm. She'd taken up writing as a hobby, and she was hoping to finish a short story she'd been working on for a while. Coffee kept her head buzzing with ideas.

"The usual, Amy?" the barista asked, grinning at Amy,

"Yes, please, Eliza," Amy replied, sitting at one of the window tables and opening her laptop. While she waited for her laptop to boot up, she rifled through her purse and pulled out her phone to send a text to Rory.

Meet at the corner deli for lunch?

The reply was almost immediate. Amy guessed it was Rory's turn to man the front desk at the hospital.

Sure. I love you. 3

Amy grinned and sent another text.

I love you too. :)

Amy sighed happily as she put her phone away. Even though she and Rory had been married for a little over a year now, she still got the giggles and the butterflies whenever she thought of him. She smiled to herself, and the smile got bigger as she began to type.

"Maple latte with two spoonfuls of cinnamon and a swirl of whipped cream?" Eliza called.

Even though she was a little irritated at being interrupted in the middle of her writing streak, Amy still accepted her coffee with a smile. Then, after thanking Eliza, she went right back to writing, only stopping to sip her latte or stretch her muscles a little.

Until she got stuck.

Amy frowned at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard in case an idea came into her head. For a few minutes, she stared at the blinking cursor and wondered what to write next.

Nothing.

Sighing, Amy removed her phone from her purse. Her remedy for short-term writing blocks was music, and from the looks of it, she'd hit a dead end. She tapped her iTunes icon and opened up her favorite playlist. Finally, she stuck her hand into her purse for her earbuds.

Unfortunately, the earbuds were nowhere to be found.

Amy inwardly groaned. Now she distinctly remembered leaving the earbuds on her dresser after she'd finished writing last night and never touching them since. She realized she'd have to walk home for them because Eliza didn't like it when customers played music in the dining area without headphones or earbuds.

Amy dropped her phone into her purse, saved the changes to her story, and closed up her laptop. She picked up the remainder of her latte with one hand and held tightly to her other belongings with the other. She had to use her foot to open the door on her way out.

Amy started off down the street, careful to not get her heels stuck in any sidewalk cracks. Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, and long fingers began to tickle her middle. "Doctor!" she cried, struggling not to spill her latte as she escaped his clutches, putting a good distance between herself and him.

Of course, Amy was correct, and the Doctor was grinning down at her like the happy-go-lucky maniac he was. "Hello, Amy!" he greeted her, holding out his arms for a hug.

Amy stepped back. "No way, Doctor. I don't trust you," she teased.

The Doctor crossed his arms. "Come along, Pond," he demanded playfully.

"No!"

"Come here!"

"No!"

"Then I'll have to come to you!" The Doctor lunged forward.

Amy squealed, jumping to the side. "Can't catch me!" she taunted him, hopping from foot to foot. The Doctor nearly fell flat on his face as he raced to capture her. He whipped his head back and forth in confusion before finding her standing a few feet away, tucking her laptop securely under her arm. He took the chance while she was distracted and wrapped his arms around her neck. She almost tripped trying to get away. "Let go!" she exclaimed, giggling.

"Nope!" the Doctor replied, hugging her tighter.

Amy wiggled free from the Doctor's grasp once he calmed down. Then she turned to face him. "It's good to see you too, Doctor," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She would have ruffled his hair, too, had she not been holding things in both hands.

The Doctor clapped his hands together. "So, where is Mr. Pond?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Rory's at the hospital, Doctor."

"What!?" The Doctor's eyes grew wide. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"Doctor, he's fine," Amy said, struggling not to laugh at how thick the Doctor could be.

"But you said-"

"He works there."

Realization dawned on the Doctor's face. "Oh," he said, looking sheepish. "I knew that."

"Sure you did," said Amy, punching the Doctor lightly on the arm.

The Doctor snapped out of his funk. "Right then! Where'll it be today? The Sydney Opera House - I hear Carmen is to be performed there - Barcelona the planet in the 52nd century, or maybe a Michael Jackson concert-"

"Doctor," Amy interrupted. "Aren't you forgetting someone?"

"Rory the Roman!" The Doctor cried, snapping his fingers. "Well, then come along, Pond! We've got lots to do and not enough time to - no, wait, forget I said that..."

Amy shook her head at her best friend's ramblings and followed him down the street, thinking of the adventures the day might bring and forgetting all about the story on her laptop.

Well, that wasn't tied to the song as much as the previous oneshot was, but I tried. A for effort, yeah? XD Anyway, if you have no idea who Toy-Box is, well...don't look them up. It's not that they're inapropriate, but it's embarrassing when my brother walks in on me listening to them. For your own good, do not look them up. If you do not heed my warning, you are a stupid prat (I TOLD YOU MERLIN WOULD SHOW UP).

So, did you like it? Hate it? Want to light it up and wach it burn? Review and let me know! :)