I wished I could have posted this sooner, but my internet went out, again, so that's part of the reason It's like this.
We head towards the bus stop, where the Doctor and Leslie are trying to find a way to catch a bus that's headed towards the junkyard.
The Doctor looks at Leslie's uniform. "Don't you think that it's better to go home, change, then look in the junkyard?"
She huffs. "Fine." She shows her backpack to him. "I have my track pants in here. I'll go change."
"Blimey, you think of everything." The Doctor comments as he follows her.
"Well, I've learned time and again that it's good to be prepared." She waves her hand at him. "I mean, look at this, I've actually managed to be prepared for this!" She stops at a public bathroom. She wags a finger at him warily. "Don't wander off."
The Doctor smiles. "Never though I'd be on the receiving end of that."
He starts to count the surrounding people, already bored out of his mind. He stops as he sees a hat vendor.
He grins as he heads over there.
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Leslie skips out from the public bathroom, smiling. She halts as she takes note of the Doctor's recent purchase on top of his head.
"Why?" Leslie know that she's talking to a madman, but she had hoped that he would have stayed still for about two minutes.
"I saw this hat cart..."
"Ugh!" Out of all the hats...
It's been a while since I was here, might as well bring a momento."
"But a sombrero?"
The Doctor tilts his brightly red sombrero at her in response. "I like sombrero now. Somberos helps me keep cool."
She raises an eyebrow. "Really? Not 'Somberos are cool'?"
"Oh, I like the way you think."
"Don't you think we should call a cab?" Leslie asks him, as two of them whizzes by.
"Nah, it's more fun for me, to- to see the sights and check on the locals."
"How long has it been since you've been in Mexico?"
"Oh, a few faces ago."
Leslie could only smile as the mini-bus that is closer to their destination arrives. "Let's explore then."
As soon as they both board the bus and had taken their seats, Leslie immediately regrets not waiting for another bus. For on that same bus, Leslie's very close friends, David and Brenda, were sitting right in front of the entrance.
"Oh, Fook Mi." She mutters under her breaths.
"Les, Language!"
"Oh, I didn't say a bad word, you should take the time to have a time-travel movie night, and did you just call me Les?"
"What? I though it was good."
"Leslie," David said to her. She pauses, waiting for him. "What are you doing?"
Leslie, thinking quickly on how to explain what's going , tries to come up with a very good white lie... until the Doctor open his mouth.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. Have you by any chance have heard of the most common place that thunderstorms appear more often in this ..." He moves his hands around as if he's making an oblong. "Vicinity?"
"No, I haven't. "David glances at Leslie, who tries not to blush at the way he looks in the flickering sunlight. He then glances back at the Doctor. "What type of Doctor are you?"
"Ahh," The Doctor starts to dig through his pockets, for about a few moments, and shows David his psychic paper.
David raises an eyebrow at his credentials. "England. I've never met anyone from there before. I figured that you would all have the same accent."
"Yeah, well, the English language have evolved time and again, up to a point in the your near distance future where practically every teen would speak in computer talk."
"You're kidding." Leslie said, somewhat annoyed that he's telling David all this, and partly scared about learning a whole different sub-speak.
"Don't worry, just a phase of about 11 years or so. What you should worry about is the laws passed during that period. I suggest a dictionary app."
"Thanks, and I promise to buy one after I get a solid gold Kindle right after winning the Olympics in jump-roping."
"You don't have to be snide."
"I kinda am, seeing as my friends, are seeing.. you."
"And you said you like me."
"I do, but there's a time and a place."
Brenda, watching The Doctor and her friends half-aruge and half-goofing off, whispers to David, "Do you think that's her new boyfriend?"
"No," He whispers back. "But, at least she finally knows someone that knows half of what she means. "
They turn back to the duo just as they start to wine down.
"Fine." The Doctor considered. "Unless they want me too."
"Right, like they will-"
"Aren't you going to track today?" Brenda asks Leslie, who had just now noticed that her American best friend is wearing a different set of clothes from the last time they saw each other.
Leslie looks down at herself. "Oh, no, no nonono. Just felt like wearing pants." Like every other time I'm wearing a skirt, she thought. "So... Hold on." Oh stupid me. How come I didn't see it? She turns to the Doctor. "She's speaking English!"
"No,I'm not." Brenda comments, but Leslie ignores her.
"Yes she is." The Doctor confirms.
"But I though the Tardis can only translate when it's active."
"Yeah, it still is, but it comes and goes."
Leslie suddenly smiles. "Oh, this is fantastic!" She turns to her friends. "Do you realize what this means? I can finally talk you guys properly, without any aides or translations!"
David's look starts to turn meaningful. "Now, that you think about it, you are starting to speak more fluently than normal."
"As much as I want to be offended on that point, I have to agree."
Brenda smiles brightly. "Great. Looks like things can only go up from here."
Suddenly the mini-bus stops, much to the irritation of the surrounding passengers.
"You had to say something." Leslie says toward Brenda.
The Doctor decides to put his head out the window, which results in a irate driver cursing at his big head.
"I knew that we should have taken the cab." Leslie mutters under her breath.
"How long do these usually last?" The Doctor asks her.
"Sometimes about ten minutes, other times..." Leslie glances outside. "Like this, it's about half an hour."
"How do you live like this?" The Doctor asks, appalled at the though of staying in one place for more than half an hour.
"You get used to it."
David looks on ahead. "The stop is just a few feet ahead. We can find another way."
The Doctor starts to concentrate. "Sure, we're just stuck in the middle of traffic."
Leslie smiles as an idea bulb lights up. "Got it."
4 young people are driving along a strip of road, in their newly bought motorcycles, usually only reserved for the taxis and cars. As they all laugh heartly, a open window from a nearby taxi starts to play a song that is , strangely, similarly to their mood.
''Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way...''
"I still think we should have gotten motorcycles." The Doctor mutters as he sees how much fun the motorists are having.
"Then you would have to take extra time to create an autopilot." Leslie said, slightly louder as she's sitting near the window. " Remember that we don't drive?"
"You should find a better school. One that gives you driving lessons."
"Yeah," She snorts. "Like I'll stay that long."
"I can't believe we're doing this." Brenda says to David. "This is beyond surreal."
"It could be worse; the crying woman could be real."
"Not really making me feel better, David."
"Yeah," Leslie shakes her head. "Not cool. He's-" She points at the Doctor, who's looks bemused. "the type of person that can actually encounter something like that."
Until the next one!
