Oh boy it's been a while! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and story alerted or favorited this story so far! You guys are da bomb! =P
So I'm just cutting to the point here. If this chapter feels kind of like a filler chapter, I guess it kinda is. Now that "John Smith" isn't in her life anymore, the years are going to go by a little bit faster. Still, I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. =D
Oh Doctor Who, if only you were mine... but you aren't, so I can only dream.
Amy shut the door on her mum as she started to walk in, about to ask us to do more "chores" for her. I flopped down on her bed, along with Rory who had already taken up most of the space. I pushed him aside so that I could have a spot too, then he rested his head back on my stomach.
"No mum!" Amy whined. "We don't want to clean the windows! Leave my friends alone!" Tabetha Pond protested for a few seconds more before heaving a big sigh and then supposedly leaving down the hallway. Amy walked over to the bed and grabbed Rory's legs for a place to sit. He raised them up until she got comfortable and then rested them back on her lap.
If he hadn't been protesting about how much he liked her, I would have said that they looked like a cute couple. But I would have gotten a hit from both of them. So for once I kept my trap shut. I laid my arm over my forehead and started to fall asleep as we all remained silent throughout the room. At some point Amy grabbed a hold of her old cardboard TARDIS, and started tossing it up and down with a spin every now and then. Eventually she grew bored with even the spinning TARDIS and sighed loudly. I opened one eye to see her glaring right at me. "What?" I asked.
"What's wrong with you two?" Her voice raised in pitch. "It's Friday! Time to party! Time to act like normal teenagers and get… groovy." At "groovy" she raised an eyebrow to Rory who laughed at her sarcastic tone. "We're not normal teenagers." He joked.
"Still, going to a party might be fun." She crossed her arms and looked away.
"Sorry." Rory yawned. "We're just tired is all." He sat up and stretched. "My mum's been driving me crazy with the wedding preparations, she's got me going everywhere for her!" then he looked at me knowingly. "And Mels is having nightmares."
"What?" Suddenly I was very alert. I'd never mentioned anything about… "Nighmares? What makes you think that?" I didn't mean to, but I could guarantee that my eyes were wide.
Rory looked back at me, thoughtful. "Well, you've had a few in class, including today in history. And you're always tired. Plus, every once and a while you have got cuts and bruises." He shrugged. "Sometimes when someone has nightmares they can get hurt. It's called…"
"Yes, Dr. Rory." I sighed. "I get it. You don't have to get into all that boring medical stuff!"
He looked down at his hands then. "I don't think it's boring." He muttered. I bit my lip wishing I could take it back.
"Well," I tried. "Maybe I have been. Don't know why though."
Amy suddenly grinned mischievously. "It's your scary pirate mum. I have nightmares about her too." She sat up straighter and did her best Madame Kovarian voice. "Arrrgh clean your room Melody!"
I laughed and made some stuff up to join in too. "ARRG! Dust the windows! I'm allergic to work!" we had just dusted Tabetha's windows before we'd come in…
We both fell back down on the bed laughing. Rory laughed for a little bit too, but I guess he was still stuck on trying to diagnose me. "What are they about Mels?" he interrupted.
I instantly stopped laughing and looked over warily at Amy. I couldn't tell them that they were about the Doctor, because some part of Amy deep down still thought that he'd come. No matter how much I wanted them to know, I couldn't. So I shrugged instead. "I don't know. Just been up late watching scary movies on the tellie I guess."
Rory nodded, so did Amy, but they both still stared at me like they knew that that wasn't the full truth. Finally Rory said something. "My mum won't let me watch those movies!"
"but we're fourteen! That's old enough to watch whatever we want!"
He shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. Books are better anyway." I rolled my eyes.
"So she's really serious about this?" Amy asked.
Rory nodded miserably. You could tell that even the idea of the wedding made him exhausted. His mum had volunteered to help with the planning of the wedding of his cousin. Unfortunately, his cousin had decided to just drop all responsibilities onto her, and so Rory was stuck doing everything a long with her. In all honesty, I couldn't blame him for being so tired. It was a better excuse than being tired because of nightmares about a man in a spacesuit and a redhead with a gun. "She actually likes it." He explained. "Although, I don't think that I can quite say the same." He ran his fingers through his hair, a sign that he was also nervous. I quirked an eyebrow. "The wedding is next week." He started. "And I've got to… to have a date to sit with."
Amy raised an eyebrow as well. "Well that's stupid! Why would you need a date to go to a family members wedding?"
He shrugged again. "Well, I mean, they don't want anyone to be bored. And it wouldn't be a real date…" He blushed, as I grinned at the two.
Amy's eyes glimmered. "Ask Kasey Allen! She likes you!"
"She what?" he looked shocked. "Ew no! I don't… I don't like her!"
"Oh." Amy dramatically placed her fist under her chin in thought. "How about another girl from school. A lot of girls like you Rory." She looked at him a little bit possessively.
He continued to shake his head. "No. I don't want someone I don't know. Why can't you come? You're my best friend, both of you! I don't wanna be bored."
Amy disagreed. "Don't ask me. Ask Mels. I'm not the wedding type."
Rory looked at me, pleading. "No." I protested. "Nuh-uh! I don't do weddings!" I didn't want to, but it was hard to fight Rory when he looked at anyone in that "you owe me a lot" way.
He was looking at Amy that way too. "Come on!" he tried. "It'll be fun! The three of us like usual. Besides, what would you guys do if you don't go to the wedding? Stay here and talk about girl stuff?"
"Ew!" Amy said as I agreed with a "Blimey are you crazy?"
Rory smiled. "See? At least we'll have cake."
Amy crossed her arms over her chest and blew at her bangs. "Fine." She growled.
I nodded hesitantly and glared at him. "Maybe." I said.
Rory continued to stare at me. "Come on Mels. With you there, they wouldn't ogle over me and talk about how much I've grown!"
"You're not much to ogle." I joked. Amy looked like she disagreed but quickly covered it up with a giggle.
"You should cut your hair." She concluded. I pulled at a few strands for emphasis.
"Ow Mels!" he held his head where the few hairs had been, then he turned to Amy. "What?"
Amy shrugged. "If you get a cut, then they won't recognize you. Problem solved." She grinned again. "I've got some scissors still in my wardrobe…" Her eyes met mine and I suppressed a laugh as I jumped up and dashed towards the drawer. I quickly grabbed them and came back over. "I've got them Amy, just tell me how much to cut." I laughed.
Rory bent over to cover his head protectively. "None! I like my hair as it is!" He was trying to grow out a ponytail… he'd been ever since I could remember actually.
"We sure don't!" I continued. Rory stood up then and ran out of the bedroom. Amy and I both looked at each other and nodded. "Get him." Amy ordered.
"Yes mam." I agreed.
We chased him down the stairs and through the kitchen and had gotten halfway back to the stairs again when Augustus grabbed a hold of my shoulders and took the scissors out of my hands. Tabetha was standing next to him. She looked terrified. "What?" Amy asked, she already sounded annoyed.
"You girls know not to run with scissors." He said.
"Actually sir," I started. "My parents run with scissors all the time. What's wrong with it?"
Tabetha's eyes grew wide as the words left my mouth. She shook her head and looked disapprovingly at me. "It's dangerous!" She scolded.
Augustus pocketed the scissors and took his wife's hand. "Amelia, we're going to the grocery." He looked to Rory and then left a lingering glance on me. "I suggest you three stay downstairs and out of trouble until we come back."
Amy sighed. "Okay, Dad."
Augustus and Tabetha walked out the door, as we settled on the steps. Amy and I sat down first, and then Rory sat on a step under us. She started to mindlessly play with his hair. "We'll get it someday, you know." She teased. "I can't be friends with someone with such atrocious hair like yours."
Rory playfully swatted her hand away. "You'll never catch me alive." He said confidently.
"Just watch us!" I joked.