The Doctor raced down the TARDIS corridors, excitement lighting up his face.
He had just thought of the perfect place to take Rose for a little holiday and couldn't wait to tell her. The last trip he had taken her on ended with pissed off dictators, prison, escapes, and running for their lives, so he felt like they could use a little break.
Once he reached her room he threw the door open without warning (not that he ever gave warnings), and leapt onto her bed. Glancing around he mentally sighed. Out of all of the rooms on his ship this was his favorite. The walls were pink and covered in photos and the floor was cluttered with clothes. The bed he was currently sprawled across was fluffy and soft and perfect. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the pink and yellow human glaring down at him from her position on the bed.
The fact that she was there wasn't out of the ordinary, and neither was the fact that she was glaring. It was just why that had him so confused, normally she didn't glare until after he started talking, and then he smelt it. The aroma of strawberries, flowers, and various other body sprays and lotions, were overpowered by one very awful, very strong one. Acetone.
To his horror the Doctor saw a huge pink stain covering everything on the bed…including him. The nail polish had tipped over when he jumped on the bed, causing a huge mess that would never come out of whatever it landed on. Both Rose and the Doctor scrambled off the bed before their clothes got anymore ruined.
"You just had to jump didn't you?" Rose demanded as she tried to scrub off the bright pink splotches on her duvet.
"Weeeell, it's not like I knew you were coloring your nails…." The Doctor looked at her with his most pathetic expression, trying to get pity. Rose gave him another hard glare.
"Like that would've stopped you." Rose muttered darkly as her attempts to get the stains out became more desperate.
After a few more minutes of frantic scrubbing Rose gave up on the impossible task.
"Alright, let's go." Rose sighed.
The Doctor perked up immediately.
"Oh Rose you are going to love this place! When the wind blows the trees actually sing!" He walked to the door and turned around to see Rose standing with her hands on her hips and an impatient look in her eye.
"Doctor you just ruined all of my bedding, including-" She pulled the sheets off the bed and pointed "- the mattress. It will forever be pink and smell awful. Not to mention that I am now out of my favorite polish."
The Doctor gulped. He really didn't like where this was going.
"Rose….what are you saying?"
"Oh I think you know. "
His worse fears were realized in her next words.
"Doctor we are going shopping."