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The Macarena.
He heard her calling after him as he raced down the stairs. He tried to block out the voice he loved so much that was calling his name. Gay. Gay!
'Rory, wait! Rory! Please, Rory wait!' He reached the front door, pulling it open and running- not bothering to close it behind him in his haste to get away.
'Rory WILLIAMS! Please Rory just wait! Stupid face!'
He stopped at that, spinning round.
'Um, there's not a lot to talk about. You thought I was gay...' he gulped; he could feel his palms beginning to sweat.
'But, you watched girl films with me when I was sick! You never, ever looked at any girls, and you were always so nice!'
'Um, yeah, but, um, isn't that what, um, boyfriends do..'
Her eyes widened slightly, seeing her reaction he looked down at the floor.
'It's true, what I said, you are my favourite guy.' She spoke softly, stepping closer to him slowly. She tilted her head slightly, looking at him inquisitively.
'Thanks.' He muttered, 'look, Amy, I really have to go, I'm on earlies.'
He started to walk away but she ran after him, pulling him back by his arm.
'Wait, can't we just talk? Please, Rory.'
'What is there to talk about?' he hesitated slightly, 'were not, you, I, we-' he mumbled, wiping his hands self-consciously on his trousers.
A sudden blare of music sounded, making Amy and Rory glance up at Amy's bedroom window- Mels. They saw a small hand open the window, the Macarena danced through the air, swirling round in the breeze. Without thinking they gave each other the I-can't-believe-she's-done-that look, laughing. It was a wonderful moment of happiness that made Rorys gut twinge - gay - and made something stir in Amy that had always been there.
'Heeeeyy, Macarena!'
Without thinking she ran up to him and wrapped her arms round his neck. His arms fell nervously around her waist. She looked into his eyes, mischievously grinning. His bag fell to the floor with a small thump; the delighted laughter of Mels was just audible above the music. Amy pressed herself closer to him; he wrapped his arms tighter around his waist. Her hands reached up to his head, pulling him closer until their lips met.
The first kiss was his, gentle, his lips were tentative, scared of her reaction. The second kiss was hers, for him. The kiss that told him she felt the same- the wonderful, fairytale kiss that only Amelia Pond could create. And the second kiss was theirs, the hungry kiss, the kiss that waited so long to bloom and now it was flourishing, flowing and growing for all the years it couldn't. The third kiss didn't stop until it was ripped apart by none other than Mels.
'Oi, you two, stop it! It's disgusting, it's like watching your mum and dad kiss!' She laughed; there was a slight tint to her voice, a slight glint in her eyes. Like she knew something they didn't.
Rory went red and looked down to the floor. Amy took his hand. He smiled.
