A/N: So…how are you?
Disclaimer: Chapter 3 will tell you to go to Chapter 2, which will refer you to Chapter 1, but to put it short I don't own Doctor Who.
Dressing Up Is For Little Girls
"No Rory! You're doing it all wrong!" Amy sighed dramatically and hopelessly threw her arms up in the air. Turning on her heel, she stormed out of the front garden into the house, slamming the door behind her.
"Amy!" Rory called desperately after her, "Come back!" Dutifully, he followed her into the kitchen. She always charged off whenever he made one little mistake; then again, she guarded her memories closely. Nothing he could do would ever live up to them…
Many months had passed since Amy and Rory's first encounter in the cafeteria and Rory's admittance of believing in the Doctor. School had let out, and they were now well into their summer holidays. In the time after their meeting, Amy and Rory had become the closest of friends. Rory helped Amy over the taunts; with a real friend by her side, Amy no longer felt the cruelty directed at her by Sarah Grey. Because of this lack of reaction, the bully's insults died down rapidly. Only the occasional reference to "Psychotic Pond" was made. The school seemed to be over Amy and the Raggedy Doctor. A few students even came forward and said they thought the Doctor sounded brilliant. Amy soon befriended these three or four children. Many of her old friends professed to have always believed in her story, but claimed they didn't want to say anything because of Sarah Grey. To put it simply, they hadn't become Amy's friends again.
On this particular summer day, Rory came over to play with Amy. Little did he know, Amy's idea of playing was far different from his own. Upon Rory's arrival, she forced him to change into a purposely torn up brown suit with stripes of blue markers running up and down the entire garment, a dark blue button-up shirt, a blue tie with white and blue circles drawn on, and scuffed off-white Converse trainers.
"Where did you get all of this?" Rory had asked as he walked around in clothes and shoes painfully too big for him.
"Mrs. Angelo," responded Amy quickly after appraising Rory's costume. Mrs. Angelo, Amy's elderly neighbor, was a widow whose son had long moved away. Despite this, she still kept all his old belongings around. Amy knew how to use this to her advantage; the old woman loved children and was always willing to help Amy with anything. "Of course, I to change it a bit," she indicated the blue stripes and the circles, "but I think I did a pretty good job."
"On what, exactly?"
"Making a costume like what the Doctor wore," she had answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right…" Rory had muttered. He should've known, what with all the descriptions of the Doctor Amy had given him in the past few months. "Why am I dressed like the Doctor?"
"Because," Amy elongated the last syllable, "we're going to pretend like you're the Doctor and I'll be me and we're going to reenact the night I met the Doctor!"
Rory almost interjected, saying that he didn't want to play this game, but Amy had already rushed into a long, detailed explanation of what had happened that night. He'd never heard such a comprehensive account from Amy. And their playacting covered every single thing, right down to smiling apples and fish custard (that latter of which Rory did not enjoy.) Amy never hesitated to correct him when he made a mistake, which was often. She had memorized every aspect of her time with the Doctor.
Though it had taken hours, the friends had finally gotten to the very last part of the Doctor's part: his final promise. Amy had been particularly picky about this, yelling at Rory more than ever.
"No! You're jumping into a swimming pool!" she ordered.
"A swimming pool? In a library?"
"Yes!"
"Are there books in the pool?"
"How should I know? I never got to see it!"
He could see the feelings of betrayal surface until they escalated into her outburst.
"No, Rory! You're doing it all wrong!"
"Amy! Come back!"
Now they were standing at separate ends of Amy's kitchen, Amy, who sat at the table, nearly crying and Rory standing helplessly at the door, grasping for something to say.
"Amy?" Rory pressed softly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Her gaze rested heavily on the tabletop, "I just…It has to be perfect."
Rory nodded, "I understand." He crossed the distance between the two of them slowly and grabbed her hand. She looked up at him with shining eyes.
"Do you think he forgot about me?
"Who could forget about you? You're brilliant." Rory answered. Just like the Doctor had.
"So you think he'll come back, too?"
"Oh, he'll be back. Or else he'll have to face an angry Amy Pond. And everyone knows how scary that is!" He joked, smiling.
Amy laughed weakly, "You've got that one right."
"Come on, then." Rory pulled her up, "Let's go pretend we're on an adventure in the blue box!"
Amy brightened. "He did say it was a space ship!" Excitement flooded through her, and the sad Amy was nowhere to be found. Now, she was bursting with ideas on where to go, who to meet, and what to do when they go there. With renewed happiness, she raced back outside, Rory, again, following behind her.
"So, think of a planet!" she demanded of Rory, back to her old self.
"Saturn?" he threw the suggestion out into the air with enthusiasm matching Amy's.
"Is that the one with the rings?"
"Yep!"
"What if there were roller coasters than went through all of the rings? And Saturn was just an entire amusement park?"
"That would be wicked!"
And so Amy's front garden became Saturn with roller coasters, mini-games, prizes, and cotton candy everywhere in sight where the Doctor and Amy Pond had a marvelous adventure.
A/N: I'm such a liar. AH! I meant to keep my promise but then – well I couldn't think of anything. Then I thought of something over Thanksgiving and it hid in a notebook until today. So…..I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry times a basquillion (to those who care). It seems all I do is apologize and procrastinate these days! And when I update it's short! But I SWEAR on my left hand that I'll update ASAP. If I don't do it tomorrow (SNOW DAY!) then it'll be in 2 weeks because I've got rehearsal and shows for the musical I'm in.
Can I even ask you to review when I've procrastinated so much? Will you do it anyways?