Rose Tyler is nervous.

Which is odd, because Rose doesn't get nervous. Not when her mum brought Pete to meet her for the first time. Not when she had to tell Mickey she cheated on him with Jack. Not when she had to read at her granddad Prentice's funeral.

But here she is, nervous.

She's been standing at Matt's front door for two minuets, trying to compose herself. meeting Amy and Rory shouldn't be a big deal. But it is. He said it himself.

"Amy and Rory, oh they're so desperate to meet you!"

"Really?"

"Well… yeah. you're my girlfriend now, and they're my two best mates. Of course they want to meet you."

"Oh, so I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Well… erm, yes. I suppose. If-if you want to that is."

"Of course I do, you twat."

"Good. does that mean you'll meet Amy and Rory?"

"Sure."

This isn't like meeting his parents, or family or anything like that. She wonders if he'll ask her to meet them, actually. She's gotten herself so worked up about this, meeting his two friends, she doesn't know how she'll cope with his family.

She spent most of her morning getting ready, and frowns when she hears he stomach growl. In her rush to get ready after waking up late, she skipped breakfast. It's one o'clock and she needs lunch like she needs air. Her hair is curly, as usual, sitting by her shoulders. she's wearing tight black jeans and a simple grey t-shirt under her much-too-expensive leather jacket. And her timberlands, of course. It's become somewhat of a private joke between her and matt.

Mustering up all the courage in her, which was surprisingly not that much, Rose rang the bell. Within seconds the door was flung open, Matt grinning on the other end. He looks good in his jeans, rolled up by the ankles and his red converse and black t-shirt with Artic Monkeys written across the front, reminding her of the drive. He's such a geek, but she loves it.

"Hey," he says, smiling. He reaches his face down, giving her a light kiss on the lips. Rose revels in his touch, absentmindedly snaking her fingers between his. He squeezes her hand reassuringly, and she smiles at the way they fit so perfectly together.

He leads her to the kitchen, and she is met by two smiling faces, sitting down at the table. The redheaded girl jumps up first, extending a hand, the blonde man following behind her. "Hiya, I'm Amy. so nice to finally meet you!" she says in a warm Scottish tone. Rose greets her back, smiling but to be honest, she's almost worried. Amy is beautiful. No doubt about it. Why doesn't Matt fancy her?

But then Rory shakes her hand to, grinning at her and she realises the way Amy longingly stares at him until he releases her hand. Amy feels the same way. She loves Rory just as much as Rose loves Matt.

Wait. Does she love Matt?

They've only been officially 'together' for two weeks. Known each other for barely double that. She couldn't love him, not really. Not yet anyway.

But perhaps she would soon.

Matt releases her hand to stick the kettle on, and Amy invites Rose to sit with them at the tiny four person table in the kitchen. It isn't a big flat, but it's nice enough. Amy and Rory are nice to. They find themselves in general conversation about bands and TV shows and 'oh what college did you go to? We went to Imperial.'

It's nice to get along with Matt's friends, and Rose finds herself easily slotting through the flow of conversation, listening to little anecdotes about a twenty-year old matt, barely scraping through and not turning up for lectures. Matt grimaces when Amy launches into a story about him streaking through one of the hallways as a drunken dare. But then he gets her back afterwards, telling Rose about how Amy once ended up locked in a classroom all night. Amy pushes him forcefully afterwards, but Rose can tell it's just banter. Amy and Matt have been friends for a long time, and you can tell. Rory has known them for less time, and the pair of them thoroughly embarrass him with many tales from his awkward fitting-in phases.

"He reckons himself a bit of a hipster nowadays." Matt says, grinning before swatting Rory's black bowler hat off his head. Rory scowls at him, and retorts "You're the one with the emo hair cut!"

"Boys." Amy warns in a threatening tone. The two shut up immediately, and Rose laughs.

"Yeah, and what's so funny?" Matt asks.

"You lot, Amy's clearly got you well trained." She jokes, sipping her tea. Matt makes the best tea. Matt and Rory shake their heads, refusing profusely but Rose catches Amy's eye and the two of them grin at the reality of it.


The four of them all go for lunch down at an Italian bistro, stuffing themselves with bread and pizza and pasta until they can hardly move. Rose pays for everything, ignoring their futile attempts of protest. "Oh please," she says, chucking a few 20's down on the table. "Technically I'm the Vitex Heiress. I at least owe you lot lunch for making me feel so welcome."

Amy grins at her and Rory smiles too, albeit softer, but possibly with more magnitude. "You're welcome to join our little dysfunctional family," he jokes, pausing before adding "but that does mean you'll have to put up with Matt's endless bad jokes."

"Oi," Matt protests "My jokes are hilarious!"

They all laugh so hard that Amy ends up snorting wine up her nose. She excuses herself to go to the toilet, and Rose offers to go with her. "What is it with girls and their compulsion to go to the bathroom together? What do you do in there?" Rory says. Amy just links her dainty pale arm through Rose's, turning her head back and winking at the boys leaving Matt bright red in the face and Rory rolling his eyes.

"You don't think they…" matt begins to say. Rory rolls his eyes, and tells Matt to shut the hell up. Matt grumbles that he was 'just asking' and Rory retorts saying he 'doesn't want to fuel Matt's perverted fantasies.'

Matt blushes harder.


Amy and Rory leave because Rory just got paid and he's promised Amy to take her shopping for a little while. Matt takes Rose back to the flat in his car, blaring out arctic monkeys the whole way. They wind down the windows, even if its freezing cold, and Rose sticks her left arm out, gliding her fingers through the air. Matt thinks she looks beautiful.

They continue the drive in silence and around twenty minutes later, he's pulling up in the driveway. Its about three o'clock, so it isn't dark yet. But still, there's a slight colouring in the cold air, just to say that it's soon. The sunset.

He turns the radio down to silent, and Rose contains her arms into the car so he can do the windows up. They still stay silent, and he's about to open the door, but something stops him. He has to say something. He turns his head to her, and she's lost in her own little world. Staring out into the street in front of her, eyes sparkling, slight smile on her perfect lips. Not an obvious smile, just a slight tweak upwards to the corner of her lips.

"Rose," he says, catching her attention. Immediately her head snaps round to him, and she's smiling more prominently now. She's smiling at him. "Matt…" she mimics his tone, grinning. He smiles softly.

"You're so perfect, Rose."

She scoffs. "I'm far from perfect Matt."

"Perhaps in your eyes. Maybe other people think that to. But to me… I don't know Rose. You are the most beautiful person I've ever set eyes on." He reaches out to touch her face, ever so softly stroking the outer side of his fingers down the line of her cheekbone. He doesn't realise it until something warm and wet drops onto his finger. She's crying. He looks up and her eyes are red, tears welling gently, forming tracks down her face.

"Nobody's ever called me that before."

"Beautiful?"

She shakes her head. "All my life people have called me beautiful. Mum, Pete, Mickey, Jack. I don't think of beautiful as a compliment, because it's just what's on the outside." He moves his hand up her face, using the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away a tear. "Perfect. Nobody's ever called me perfect."

"They should."

And then their kissing, but its different to all the other times they've kissed before. It's a little awkward, shifting over the gearstick and what not, but it feels so pure at the same time. Her lips are soft, pressing against his. Wet tears stick to his face. He feels all of her, burning through her lips. He sees her soul for the first time.


it's six o'clock and Amy and Rory have just pulled up outside. A few of the lights are on in the flat that they can see through the curtains, and Amy wonders aloud "Do you think Rose is still here?"

Rory shrugs "Maybe." He pauses "Oh god, what if they're having sex."

"Wanna totally go and embarrass them?"

"Oh you know me so well."

They both rush out of the car, and run up the steps to the door. Their flat is on the ground floor, and ever so softly, Amy can hear music playing. "Arctic Monkeys. Typical Matt," she rolls her eyes. "Is this really his go-to sex song? When the sun goes down?"

"It's his favourite." Rory shrugs, grinning. The pair tiptoe across the carpet, up to Matt's door. They both lean in, pressing their ears against the wood, unsure of what they're listening too. The music is drowning out most of whatever is going on, but there's the faint sound of feet hitting the floor. And… is that laughing?

"What the?" Amy whispers. Rory shrugs again, and reaches for the door handle. He mouths 'one, two, three' before swinging open the door and… well. It's not the scene they were expecting. Matt and Rose, fully clothes, hands locked together, prancing about manically in time to the song's fast beat. And then Amy realises, they're dancing. Their moves expert, shuffling around the floor in just their socks, but it's clear they've both got rhythm. Amy had always likened Matt's dancing abilities to something of a drunken giraffe but hey, who knew?

The both of them are so wrapped up in each other, they haven't even noticed Amy and Rory yet. They're too caught up in the dancing. Rory clears his throat and they both stop dead, turning to face the pair. "Oh. You're back?" Matt says casually, his cheeks flushed.

"Yep. We're back, and you're…dancing?"

Matt shrugs his shoulders.

"Since when could you even dance?" Rory asks, laughing. You never exactly had the moves in college.

"Hey, what can I say?" he looks down to Rose, both of them still grinning like idiots and panting "I'm a fast learner, I suppose." He shrugs. Amy raises an eyebrow.

"Really Matt?" she asks "Because I distinctly remember you crying in primary school because you couldn't learn to fox-trot."

Rose and Rory both laugh at the same time, and Matt scowls, folding his arms. "Really Amy?" he asks "Do you have to recount all of my most embarrassing moments in front of Rose?"

"No complaints from me." Rose mumbles, and Amy grins.

"Trust me Matt, now I'll find even more of an excuse to bring up every single one."

Matt grimaces as he watches Rose giggle even more. How could it manage to end up a bad thing that your girlfriend and your best friend got along so well? Rory gave him a look which screamed now you know what it's like once Amy took Rose back into kitchen for tea, recounting the wonderful tale of when Matt wet himself in the cinema.

Perhaps he shouldn't bring Rose round so often.


Short, but mostly fluff, hope you liked it. Some angst coming soon, and also Jack! But perhaps not in the same chapter… check out my other stories x