Amelia Pond.
He hugs her whilst she's crying. She doesn't cry for long. He half wishes she would cry a bit more so he could stay hugging her. But she's too strong for that. She wipes her eyes before declaring she's fine. He asks her if she's sure she's okay.
'I'm fine Rory, honestly. I was going to dump him anyway. I don't even like him, not really. He was stupid. I was only going out with him because-' she pauses, looking into Rorys eyes with an emotion he can't really detect because it looks like love but he knows it can't be that.
'You are way too good for him anyway.' And me, He thinks.
'Oh Rory, you really are the best friend.' she says, hugging him again. He cringes at the word friend.
Mels turns up a few hours later and immediately starts hurling abuse around about Jeff. Amy laughs. The three of them sit downstairs on the sofa watching girly films. Mels is the first to fall asleep, her snores resonate around the room and Amy and Rory giggle silently. He checks the time realising he has to be home.
'I have to go, I'll get my coat and stuff and then come and say bye' he says.
By the time he returns she's fast asleep, he tiptoes over and tucks the blankets around his two best friends.
'Night Amy' he whispers. Then lets himself out.
