It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on-NO.

But it is Friday night, and I'm spending it on Netflix watching Merlin and having a dance party to 1989 over Skype with katierosefun. I have no shame in that! :)

Anyway...yeah, I don't have a super long author's note tonight. I do have some replies for reviews.

To Villanous TARDIS: Do you mind giving me a specific song you were thinking of? Sorry it took so long to get back to you on that. :/

To Guest: Er...not really into werewolves and the like (although I did like the "Tooth and Claw" episode). Sorry.

To Foxfur, I'm working on your request. I need to take some time to sit down and listen to the song really closely. Thank you for your patience! :)

To everyone reading: enjoy!

"I wish that I could be like the cool kids, cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in."

Thirteen-year-old Amelia Pond rushed through the corridor, her head lowered so no one could see her face. However, as she was the only girl in the school with ginger hair, her classmates easily spotted her.

"Hey, fairy-tale girl!"

"Where's your doctor, Pond?"

"She could use a doctor. The girl's insane."

Tears sprang to Amelia's eyes at her classmates' jokes. She walked faster and faster until she finally exited the school. She'd gotten hiccups from trying not to cry, and she looked around for a clump of bushes to hide in.

"Amelia?"

Amelia turned at the sound of the voice. The lanky teenage boy she'd grown up with stood behind her, black glasses on his nose and a few notebooks under his arm. "Are you okay?"

Amelia slowly nodded. "Yeah, Rory," she said, summoning a weak smile. "I'm fine."

Rory studied her. "You don't look okay."

"I'm fine," Amelia assured him. She looked over his shoulder. "Where's Mels? Don't tell me she's stuck in detention again."

"Don't think so." Rory turned to look just before their dark-skinned friend emerged from the crowd of kids. "There she is."

"Yeah, I see her," Amelia stated as Mels ran up. "Hey, Mels."

"Hey, Amy, Rory."

Amelia groaned. "Mels, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Amelia? It's getting old."

"As many times as it takes for you to let me call you Amy. 'Amelia' wears out my tongue. Besides, it's too fancy for you," Mels said.

"That's why I like it," Amelia said. "It sounds like a name in a fairy-tale."

"I like it, too," Rory agreed helpfully. "You look like a pixie, so it suits you." Amelia blushed at this.

Mels rolled her eyes and threw her cardigan over her shoulder. "Come on, lovebirds. Weren't we gonna go get some ice cream?"

Amelia and Rory, flustered from Mels' lovebirds comment, murmured agreement and started off after Mels.

At the ice cream parlor, Amelia and Mels claimed a table while Rory went to order their treats. Mels leaned forward and kept her voice low. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing's wrong," Amelia claimed, sitting back in her chair.

"Uh-huh," Mels clucked, unconvinced. "Was someone teasing you about the raggedy Doctor?"

Amelia sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Just to me," Mels stated cheerfully. "Listen. If someone teases you about him again, tell me and I'll break their nose. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," Amelia laughed as Rory arrived with their ice cream, and the conversation moved on to other things.

A few minutes later, Mels tapped her spoon against the table while she waited for Amelia and Rory to finish their ice cream. The bell on the door rang, announcing a customer. Or five, as it turned out to be.

Mels did a double take and whistled. "Whoa. If Amy wasn't sitting right there, I could've sworn that was her."

The girl at the counter was a redhead a little taller than Amelia. Some obnoxious boys had followed her to the ice cream parlor, disrupting the quiet atmosphere.

"Aw, Kris, come on!" one boy pleaded. "Just one drink?"

"Told ya, Sam, I'm not interested," the girl replied, rolling her eyes.

"I'll pay this time. I promise!"

"Sure," the girl drawled, sending all the boys but Sam, who pouted, into laughter.

"Kristen Dowell," Rory said. "She goes to the secondary school on Main." At looks from Amelia and Mels, he held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't get that information myself! I hear things from the guys at school."

"Sure," Mels mocked Kristen's drawl. Her two friends collapsed into giggles.

Amelia's eyes kept flicking over to Kristen and the crowd of boys surrounding her. "Maybe that's what I need to do," she said suddenly.

"Scuse me?" Mels asked, looking up.

Amelia kept staring at Kristen's carefree expression. "Maybe I just need to be like the cool kids," she said, mostly to herself. "Maybe then people will stop picking on me."

"Amelia," Rory said, putting an arm around her. "You're perfect just the way you are. You don't need to change."

"Yeah," Mels chimed in. "Besides, I already agreed to clock anyone that teased you in the nose."

Rory grinned. "Personally, I like the idea of an alien traveling around in a big blue box. And anyone who doesn't has no imagination."

"You wouldn't fit in with the cool kids anyway," Mels continued. "Cool kids go around with their noses in the air, and you aren't like that."

"So I guess you're stuck with us," Rory teased, giving Amelia's shoulders a squeeze and causing her to giggle.

Amelia smiled, thankful for the encouragement. "You know," she said, "being stuck with you isn't so bad."

"Yeah, well, you're not so bad, either," Mels said, grinning.

Amelia stuck her tongue out at Mels before bringing her in for a hug.

I'm not really sure where the heck Kristen came from. I guess I'm just weird like that. :P

"Cool Kids" is a song by the band Echosmith. It's got an interesting bass riff (not like "All About That Bass", thank you) and some cool synth notes. I've tried to pull it off on my guitar before, but I don't think I'm putting up an acoustic cover anytime soon.

Anyway, if you liked it, hated it, or wanted to throw tomatoes at it, review and let me know! :)

Again, I have no idea where that came from. :/