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Drunk (Or: How Confidence Issues Ruin Relationships)

Rory had been doing homework for twelve minutes and he was bored. Really bored. If only something fun or vaguely Amy related would happen…

There was a knock on the door.

Why did he always have to tempt fate like this?

Slowly, he deliberated between ignoring the door and-

And he hadn't even finished deliberating before he was opening the door.

"Hey" Amy purred, brushing past him and into his house.

"Hello Amy… Why're you here?" he asked, following her to the living room.

"Well, you see… I'm drunk. And tired. So I'm staying over"

"No you aren't Amy" Rory replied, stepping in closer.

"But if I go home drunk my parents'll murder me. And I like being not-dead"

"Why don't you stay over Mels'?" he asked as she threw herself onto his settee.

"…I don't actually know where she lives" Amy replied, looking momentarily puzzled before shrugging it off.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Rory asked her, giving in with a sigh.

"In your bed"

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"…In your bed"

"Amy… That'd mean we were sleeping in the same bed…"

"Really? I hadn't thought of that"

"Really?"

"Of course I had stupid-face"

"OK, insult me. You'll certainly be staying a long time"

"You couldn't kick me out if you tried" she said, standing up and lightly pressing a fist to his chest.

"But we can't sleep in the same bed…"

"Yeah we can. You're… you know…"

"I'm what?"

She looked like she was going to say something, then she stopped, seemingly swallowing her words.

"You're… Rory"

And she promptly flopped back onto his settee, asleep.

Amy was surprisingly heavy for someone so petite. He dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed, before beginning to remove her shoes. How had she even been served? She was underage. Knowing Amy, she had a fake ID. Mels had probably given it to her. As much as he hated to sound like an old person, that girl was a bad influence on Amy.

He sighed, finally pulling her shoes off and placing it at the end of the bed before starting on the other one.

Why would she even get drunk? And why hadn't she invited him?

Why was the second one a lot more painful to ask himself but a lot easier to answer?

He wasn't boyfriend material. He wasn't cool. He was nerdy Rory. Old, reliable, nerdy loser Rory.

He yanked her shoe off and threw it onto the floor, before standing up, ready to leave when he realized there was actually a moral dilemma here.

She'd asked him to sleep in the same bed as her.

The same bed.

The same bed, as in the one she was sleeping in. Which he would also be sleeping in.

At the same time. In the same bed.

Maybe she did…

No…

Maybe…

Or…

No…

No. No she didn't want to sleep in his bed with him. She just wanted to sleep in a bed. And if he happened to be there? So be it.

Well, whilst he couldn't imagine anything better than being so close to Amy, he couldn't. It would be to much. How would he go back to sleeping in his bed alone if Amy had shared it for one, glorious night?

He couldn't.

Instead, he tucked her in and grabbed a spare quilt from the cupboard before heading back to sleep on the settee.

"Thanks for letting me stay" Amy said, looking down and looking surprisingly embarrassed for someone as Amy-y as Amy.

"Well, it wasn't actually a problem"

"That's OK then" she replied with a giggle.

"Why were you out then?"

"I was on the prowl" she said with a half hearted grin. "I didn't bring Mels, you know how she always messes my flirting up"

"Yeah" Rory said, eternally grateful to the enigma that was Mels.

"And there was this guy and he was buying me drinks"

Did Rory really have to hear this? Was that a best friend thing? He had to hear how she'd gotten drunk, snogged some guy and crashed at his place? That seemed like a rather cruel best friend thing. In fact, it seemed like a downright sadistic best friend thing. Why couldn't she talk to Mels about this? Honestly.

"And then, he was flirting, telling me this story about backpacking in Europe… And I realized that I really didn't want to touch this guy"

Rory could punch the air. If Amy were on the phone, he would be punching the air. But instead she was standing in the doorway, smiling at him and looking… sad?

"So I left and I thought, why? Why am I not snogging this stunning guy. And I realized there was only one guy I wanted to be with" she said, idly playing with a lock of his hair and smiling at him hopefully.

"The Doctor" he stated, looking at her with a knowing eye. A million emotions flashed across her face before finally setting on a bitter smile, disappointment coming a close second.

"Yeah" she whispered, before turning to leave.

Why had she gotten her hopes up? He was obviously gay… Or just not interested. But why wouldn't he be interested?

Maybe she was just unbearable to anyone who'd known her for more than five minutes. Crazy stupid Amy who bites people and gets sent to four psychiatrists!

…

Or he was gay.

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