Ok so I would like to give s short explanation of my little interpretation of Rory and why I think he is the way he is. I have always really liked his character and felt like he was awkward because of his childhood. I feel like he had to be a very self-reliant child because he had parents who were too busy for him. It's not that I think he had an unhappy childhood, I just think he was lonely and wasn't hugged enough as a kid. I think that played a big part in why he was so submissive when it comes to Amy. Sometimes when a kid doesn't get enough attention from parents or their peers they either act out or they do what everyone asks them to do. They do that because they think if they make everyone happy then people will like them. So that submissiveness combined with the fact that he has a crush on Amy is what makes him put up with all of the stuff that Amy puts him through. So that that wasn't so short of an explanation, it is just a subject that I know a lot about and have dealt with myself.
Also, I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters… obviously.
The blaring of the clock woke Rory up on the morning of his first day of secondary school. He sat up quickly and slapped the off button to silence the shrieking clock. He ran his hands through his longish hair and dragged them down his face trying to wake himself up. His feet hit the cold hardwood floor as he got out of bed and made his way to the closet. He grabbed what looked like a clean shirt and a pair of wrinkled jeans. There were only two clean socks, but they didn't match. He sighed and held the socks up. "These will have to do" he sighed to himself as he put the socks on his feet and pulled his scuffed up trainers over them. He trotted down the stairs and into the empty kitchen where he searched for something for breakfast. The house was quiet because his parents were already gone. They were always already gone. He didn't mind much though, not really. They worked hard and he always had what he needed. He was just alone most of the time. He had gotten used to the loneliness over the years and he knew how to take care of himself. He could do a lot of things that the other kids his age didn't know how to do. He could do his own laundry, wash the dishes, pack his own lunch; he could even cook on the stove. Reaching into a drawer near the sink, he grabbed a brown paper sack to put his lunch in and grabbed the bread from the cupboard. He found the peanut butter easily, but couldn't figure out where the jelly was. He looked everywhere within reach and finally decided that the elusive jelly must be hiding on one of the higher shelves that he couldn't reach. He dragged a chair into the cupboard and stood on his tip toes, scanning the shelves for the jelly. Finally he spotted it hiding at the back of highest shelf. It was just out of reach so he gingerly placed his foot on one of the lower shelves and hoisted himself up a bit further so that the jelly was within reach. "I'll have to tell mum to make sure she leaves this where I can reach it" he murmured to himself. His prize in hand he proceeded to make his sandwich and finished up packing all of his things. He hoisted his bag over his shoulder and, brown paper bag lunch in hand, headed out the door.
The walk to school wasn't that bad. It was only 2.4 km to the school from his house and he enjoyed the scenery and seeing all of the people that he saw along the way. He saw Mrs. Angelo, who always said hello to him and liked to talk to him about her grandson Jeff who was around his age. Mr. Henderson's house was along the way as well and the older man would always wave cheerily at him in the mornings as he got into his car. Rory liked the small town that he lived in. He liked that people knew who he was. He loved the quietness and coziness of Leadworth. He felt safe there, like as long as he was in the little bubble of his town nothing bad could happen. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans as he trudged along the side of the road. He wished he had a bike, which would make getting to school easier. Maybe he should ask his parents for a bike next time they all actually sat down and talked to each other. He didn't think they would say no. He never really asked for much so when he did they would have an "adult discussion" about it and then he usually got what he asked for. His theory was his parents actually felt a little guilty over leaving him alone so much. So when he did ask for something they gave it to him to ease their guilt. There was just one more turn left in his walk and then he would almost be at the school and when he made that turn he sighed with relief knowing that his journey was over until school got out again.
He was a bit early for school so not many other kids were there yet and they halls looked deserted. Head down, hands still in his pockets, he walked almost slowly down the hall to his classroom. His trainers squeaked softly on the linoleum floors and he carefully avoided the cracks where the tiles met each other. He looked up just in time to see that he had reached his class and he reached out to see if the door was unlocked. The doorknob was cold to the touch, but it gave way and turned and Rory slowly pushed the door open. The classroom was completely empty except for a steaming cup of tea sitting on the instructor's desk. He made his way to the table in the back with a window and a view. This kind of table was prime real estate in a classroom. This is the kind of place you could sit and stare out of a window and waste away an entire class period without even realizing it. He sat at the table in the seat that was facing the front of the room, but not right next to the window. Being able to look out the window would be nice, but if he sat right next to it he would never actually pay attention in class so he needed to distance himself from the temptation of the outside world.
After sitting alone in the room for a few minutes the floodgates finally opened and students came pouring into the room. A girl he somewhat recognized came and sat right next to him in the seat right next to the window. Obviously she wasn't planning on paying attention at all in this class. She set her things down and then sat in her seat facing him. She smiled, flipped her braids behind her shoulder, and opened her mouth to speak. "I'm Melody, but my friends call me Mels." She said matter of factly. "What's your name?"
Friends? When had they become friends? He didn't really have friends. He looked up at her nervously, momentarily forgetting how to form words. The all of a sudden the English language came rushing back to him and he managed to force out "Rory Williams, my friends call me Rory." Well done he thought to himself. My friends call me Rory. Of course they call you Rory you moron, that's your bloody name. He looked around the room, not wanting to make eye contact with her since she surely must think he was a loony. Finally he settled on staring at his hands which were splayed on the table in front of him.
He was counting the freckles on the backs of his hands when he heard the thud of books on the table. He looked up to see who the newcomer was and when he saw he thought his heart stopped. Standing in front of him was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. Surely this had to be the prettiest girl alive. She had radiant red hair that hung just above her shoulders and the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare at her and she noticed and gave him an odd look. He vaguely registered hearing her and Mels' introductions and then he noticed she was looking right at him. He felt the heat of a blush spreading across his cheeks and ducked his head, staring at his hands again. He heard her quietly ask what his name was and looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers for a split second. Realizing that he was looking into those beautiful eyes he started looking around the room quickly, his gaze never staying in the same place very long. He knew she had to think he was mental because he was looking all over the place and wasn't speaking so he managed to stammer out "R-Rory, Rory Williams." Then she told him her name. Amelia Pond. It was a beautiful name, a fairy tale name.
So every now and then I will do this where some chapters are from Rory's point of view, but not all of them will be like that. Most chapters will be split between Amy and Rory or something like that. Sorry there wasn't a lot of dialogue, I have just always through Rory would have been a really quiet and awkward kid. I really hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are always welcome.