So, here's chapter two, and you've already seen the lovely disclaimer! Onward,

Amy Pond was lost. She barely felt the stiffness in her back from sitting in the same position for so long. She didn't recognize the slight itch on her face from her dried tears. She was numb, and lost. 'I can't love her back because of you' the words spun around in her head, his words, 'All you do is hurt me Amy Pond,' Did she really? She always thought that he wanted to play with her, that he wanted to be her friend. Did she really just use him? She could remember all those years ago, no one wanting to play with her save a mousy little boy with no friends of his own. They stuck together, Amy and Rory. He was her rock, she needed him. He picked her up and set her straight. He was Rory, Rory would always be there. Right? She replayed the events of the night, he had yelled at her. Rory never yelled at her, ever. He'd said mean things and he yelled at her. Amy felt a sting in the corner of her eyes, fresh tears. Of all the guys to hurt her, she never imagined Rory, and she never imagined it would hurt the worse. Was she really losing him? It's all that Elle girl's fault! If she hadn't of tried to stick her claws in her Rory they wouldn't be here! Her Rory, he was hers. Forever. She never had to worry about girls before because he was gay, at least that what she told herself and the girls at school. A vicious anger and twisted satisfaction at seeing those girls' faces fall when she told them that Rory wasn't interested. That he'd never be interested. All those girls she'd kept away from him. Was it really because she thought he was gay or was it a subconscious possessiveness? And she ruined it, just then she'd ruined it. The bitter jealousy at the thought of someone stealing her Rory away caused her to push him farther than ever.

He had left, he actually left. They'd fought before, but normally he'd go to a different chair and they'd play the silent game for half the night until she bribed him back with an action movie and kettle corn. Never had he left. Amy stood up, groaning at the ache in her back. She picked up her phone, maybe he'd texted her. Nothing. She walked into her room and sat on her bed. She got up and opened her wardrobe, immediately shoving all her clothes aside and pulling out a worn t-shirt. It was a City of Smoke shirt, that dumb local band Rory loved. She slid it on, it still smelt like Rory. Suddenly everything started to remind her of him, the chair in the corner where he's spent countless hours studying for an exam, the blanket on the foot of the bed that they'd cuddled up in waiting to see the new Harry Potter movie outside the theater, her dresser, which was littered with pictures of them. She picked one up; it was of her and him rollerblading when they were twelve. Rory's mum took the picture; they were laughing and so carefree. She put it down and picked up her phone again. She dialed his number and pressed send before she backed out. It rang several times until she heard her own voice on the other end. "Hey this is the phone of Rory Williams. If you must, leave a message and he will try to find the time to respond. Thanks a bundle!" then a long beep. She took a deep breath,

"Rory," her voice husky from being silent for so long, "Erm, it's me, and uh, call me. Please." Her voice cracked and she began to cry, "Bye" she managed to get out. She ended the call and slipped into her bed. He'd asked what could she ever she in him. Now she realized; she saw everything in him. And it was too late. She saw her past, her present, her future. 'It's all right for you. You've got Mr. Perfect keeping you right.' Mels' words from a year ago suddenly echoed back to her. She did, she did and she didn't even know it. A bang on her door brought her back to reality. She went to open it only to find the devil herself on the other side.

"What the hell did you do!" Mels all but screamed at her as she stormed inside the apartment, "I call Rory to find out if I should bring anything and he yells at me, saying I should ask you; that he doesn't know nor does he care. Which only led me to believe that you did something. So, I ask to speak to you, and he tells me that he's nowhere near you, nor does he plan to be again. So tell me, what the hell happened!" Mels stared at her, waiting for an answer.

"I blew it Mels," Amy sat down on the couch, "He hates me." She felt her heart clench as she spoke. "I got mad over some girl, and I blew it."

"Is this about Elle?"

"He told you?" Amy looked shocked. Why did Rory tell her?

"Yea, I helped with the date, albeit I didn't like it, thought he should be with you. But, he made some good points about not waiting forever." Mels sat down next to Amy.

"I don't know what to do Mels." Amy sighed, "I don't know"

"Well how do you feel?"

"Sad. Angry. Confused."

"Why are you sad?"

"Because Rory's gone. He left! He promised to always be there and he left!"

"Ok, why are you angry?"

"Because, because, because of that-that girl! How dare she think she can just waltz into Rory's life and steal him away from me," Amy stood up and started pacing, and new feeling replacing the desolation, "She doesn't know him enough to love him! Who's been his best friend for over ten years? Me! Who knows his favorite foods, movies, and songs? Me! Not her! She doesn't know him! She can't just decide that she loves him! She can't have him Mels!"

"And why not?"

"BECAUSE HE BELONGS TO ME!" Amy shouted. Mels smirked.

"Does he know that?"

"No."

"Did you even know that?"

"No, I just, I always assumed that, oh my God Mels, what did I do. I can't lose him! I need him! He's my Rory. My Rory."

"And you love him."

"Yea, I do. I really do."

"Then maybe you should tell him before he and Elle get together and she goes from Elle Huntington to Elle Williams. And believe me, we don't want that." Mels got a faraway look in her eyes.

"Oh she's so not his type!"

"She's redheaded."

"So?"

"And she's going to be an English teacher."

"So!"

"But you know what her downfall is?"

"What?" Amy said almost too quickly.

"She's not you." Mels smiled and hugged her. Despite her badass tendencies and angry demeanor, Mels gave the best hugs. Something that Amy really needed right then.

Awww, Mels to the rescue! She's always meddling, tsk tsk tsk! Review!

Demi!