Your love is my drug - ke$ha
Amy hit her head against the wall, trying to get him off her mind. She flopped back onto her bed and tried to forget about him. How was that even possible? She saw him every day. Her aunt had said to get help, so had her friends. If she was truthful, her judgement was getting hazy. She glared. Her sleaze was going to get affected if she kept acting like a love-sick crack head. She stood up and kicked her drawers then smiled.
She didn't care. She loved him. She couldn't get him out her mind. He was her drug.
The only problem was that she didn't know if she was his drug. She wondered if he needed his fix of her like she did.
That moment, the TARDIS arrived and the Doctor appeared and stood in front of her. Suddenly he leant toward her and pressed his lips to her forcefully.
"Sorry Amy." He said when they broke away. "I needed a fix." He winked as he stood up, holding out his hand for her. She took it. She needed her fix too.