A/N: For once, I'm slightly on time! Maybe I should just stop promising these things…Anyways 5 points to be for being on time!...slightly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who in any way, shape, or form.
The Argument, the Gate, And The Sleepover
Sharon threw the front door open furiously, immense anger rolling off her in waves. While Amy would normally face her aunt whenever she acted like this, she could hardly speak, much less confront her. The day had been bad to begin with but now it stumbled into something far worse.
"Please, Aunt Sharon!" Amy pleaded quietly, "It wasn't that bad!"
"You bit her!" Sharon's voice reached an octave Amy had never heard before as she finally let out the emotion trapped inside loose
"It's not like I broke the skin."
Sharon's already red face deepened several shades. She terrified Amy with this untapped reserve of anger. "This is the fourth time you've done this!" she screamed, practically in hysterics "Why, Amy? Why do you always do this?"
"Because," hollered Amy with the same force, "they keep telling me the Doctor isn't real!"
"Damn it, Amy!" Sharon shrieked, her cry echoing throughout the house. "Your Doctor has never been real! He will never be real! He was just some silly game you imagined!"
Silence enveloped Amy and her aunt. For what seemed like an entire age, the two stood, staring at each other; the older's eyes filled with a mix of rage and sadness, the younger's opened wide with shock. An invisible, oppressive force hung over them. Amy could hardly breathe. Finally, she ended it.
"The Doctor is a real as you are," she whispered fiercely, "probably even more."
"Go to your room," ordered Sharon quietly, drawing out every word. Her tone was laced in malice.
Amy turned on her heels and marched up the stairs, rather like a solider would. Her aunt's eyes bored into her back as she walked. As soon as Amy left Sharon's line of sight, a deep exhaustion settled over Amy. She paced lethargically to her room. Instead of slamming the door as she usually did, Amy closed it gingerly until she heard the lock click. Sighing, Amy pressed herself against the door and slid down slowly. Burying her head in her knees, she let everything.
A sob escaped from her chest, and a few tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She was so sick of the constant arguments and the disbelief. It drove her further and further off the deep end every day. The only thing that could gladden her was her friends. At least she could rely on them.
After composing herself, Amy stood up and worked her way around the room. Almost nothing changed in the past few years. The blue color of the wall had stayed the same. The few new pieces of furniture resembled the old, though a little more mature. The same pictures and clay figures rested on the window sills. Pandora's Box still had its own place on the bookshelf. It was as if she was still seven.
Amy crossed over to her desk and picked up the one of the new additions to her room, a telephone. Sharon gave it to her after one of their more extreme feuds, when she still made attempts to reconcile with Amy. It was now Amy's way of coping with the disputes. She dialed the number she called in every emergency. The phone didn't even ring twice.
"Hello?"
"Rory?" Amy's voice remained steady, "It's me."
"Amy? What's wrong?" Rory's concern made Amy feel a sense of endearment.
"Nothing," Amy downplayed it, "my aunt and I just had another argument."
"Again? What was it about this time?"
"I bite my physiatrist," she admitted.
Rory laughed on the other end, "That's my girl!"
Amy smiled. "My aunt freaked out. As she always does. I'm grounded for…"
"The rest of your life?"
"Pretty much! You know why I'm calling, then, right?"
"You want to lay low here for the night?" guessed Rory. She could practically hear his grin of amusement.
"Yes!" Amy said quickly, "Will your mom be okay with it?"
"Yeah," Rory responded, "She knows about you and your aunt. Besides it wouldn't matter, she loves you."
"Yay! Thanks!"
"What else are best friends for?"
"Besides borrowing money?"
They both laugh; Amy did so quietly, so her aunt wouldn't discover her escape plan.
"I'll be over in ten minutes." She concluded.
Amy hung up and turned to pack her overnight back. She stuffed it with pajamas and clothes for the next day. Amy silently crept into her bathroom across the hall to grab her toothbrush. Once she was back in her room, she locked her door. Aunt Sharon would think it was because she needed space and never know that Amy sought solace at her friend's house. She hit the switch by her door, in turn causing the lights to blink off.
Padding over to the window, Amy snatched up her bag. The window opened noiselessly. There was no screen and a bunch of vines grew on the wall underneath; she could come and go as she pleased. Amy tossed the bag to the grown, and carefully, she crawled out of her window. She took caution in climbing down the vines. The descent, though fairly easy, could still become hazardous if your footing happened to be wrong.
Amy's climb went without a hitch and, soon, she hit the soft ground. Despite the dark, she could still maneuver through her garden easily. It, just like her room, hadn't changed in the past 6 years. The shed had even been rebuilt. Aunt Sharon finally got around to it the summer after the Doctor crashed into Amy's life.
She slipped through her garden without a sound, feeling sort of like a spy. Amy opened the gate quietly and glided onto the pavement. Rory's house was only a short walk away. Now out in the cool night air, Amy felt as if she could relax. Her house was this center of exasperation and vexation. Here, everything was calm. It felt nice.
Amy past Mrs. Angelo's house on her stroll. She smiled at her memories of forcing Rory to dress up as the Doctor and playact with her. Rory truly was her best friend. He was the only one who'd let her essentially run away to his house for the night.
She continued smiling until she reached Rory's house. Rory stood, waiting adamantly in his front garden.
"Amy!" he whispered as he saw her, his face breaking into a grin. "Come on." He beckoned her forewords.
"What are we going to do?" she inquired and walked up the little path to the door.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "but Mum says we have to be asleep by ten. You know, school and all." He grabbed Amy by the hand and began to drag her inside. As Rory pulled her into the house, she still couldn't help but smile at the fact that she had such brilliant friends.
If there were two things Amy was sure of, it was that the Doctor existed, and Rory would always be there for her.
And that gladdened her.
A/N: How was this one? It's so cute and adorable. I'll try to update in the next two weeks or so but no promises! I've actually got an idea of what the next chapter will be. I'll probably end up writing it in class or something. Thanks to everyone who favorited and reviewed the last chapter!
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