Stealing Busses.

Almost a year later, on Amys 19th birthday, she gets a call from an unknown number. Rory looks at her phone in disbelief, 'not again?' he asks her, she rolls her eyes.

They arrive at the police station, Amy jumps out the car. He waits behind in his mini. Minutes later Mels comes skipping up to the car, beaming at Rory. Amy comes running behind her, angry.

'Hi Rory!' Mels cries as she opens the door.

'Hi Mels.' He replies, 'what did you do this time?'

'Stole a bus,' she says nonchalantly.

Amy flings the car door open, sits down and slams it shut, 'Seriously Mels! I can't believe you! Who does that?'

'Me,' she replies grinning, 'Happy birthday Amy!'

He looks at Amy and they roll their eyes at each other. Sometimes, it felt like she was their disobedient child. In a way it made them closer.

They get home, Amy still furious with her, stormed up to her room. When Mels and Rory arrive she is already pacing up and down. Rory sits down behind her; Mels picks up the model of the raggedy doctors blue box on the side as she comes in, and then flops down on Amy's bed, casually spinning it round in her hand.

'It was late; I took a bus' she says, almost as if this justifies her actions.

'Erm, you stole a bus' he states.

Amy turns round, her arms crossed, 'Who steals a bus?'

'I returned it' she says, spinning the mini TARDIS round in her hands, giving off an air of boredom. The kind a teenager gives when being told off.

'You drove it through the botanical garden!'

She giggles then, 'Shortcut.'

Amy looks like she's about to explode, 'Why can't you just act like a person, hmm? Like a normal, legal, person?'

Mels sits up, 'I dunno, maybe I need a doctor' she grins, before Amy snatches the TARDIS from her.

'Stop it.' She says. He watches her, spellbound, she's going to make a great mum, he thinks. He picks his bag up.

'Er, I'd better go, on earlies tomorrow.' He gets up, beginning to walk to the door.

Mels grins, 'It's all right for you. You've got Mr. Perfect keeping you right.'

'He's not even real.' She protests, 'just a stupid dream when I was a kid' she chucks the TARDIS back to Mels who catches it.

'I wasn't talking about him.'

'What, Rory? How have I "got" Rory?' He freezes in the door, for one moment he swears his heart stops beating, but then it's there, thumping wildly in his chest. He turns round shakily.

'Yeah. How has she "got" me?' he asks, really unsure how to play this without giving anything away.

'He's not mine.' She says, confused.

He's really shaking now, 'No. No. I'm not hers.'

Mels smirks knowingly, tossing the TARDIS from one hand to the other, 'Come on. Seriously. It's got to be you two. Oh cut to the song, it's getting boring.'

Amy looks almost sad at this, 'Nice thought, okay. But completely impossible.'

Rory looks at her; he can almost hear his heart shattering, 'Yeah. Impossible.'

She looks at him then back to Mels.

'I'd love to. He's gorgeous. He's my favourite guy.' She looks at him, she pats his shoulder, 'But he's, you know- gay.'

'-A friend' Hearing only her last word he turns to her, 'I'm not gay.' He says, even more confused, and slightly hurt.

She looks at him with those piercing eyes, 'Yes you are.' She says confidently.

'No. No I'm not.' He says, trying hard not to look upset. Melody giggles in the background.

'Of course you are. Don't be stupid. In the whole time I've known you, when have you shown the slightest interest in a girl.'

Mels smiles smugly, 'Penny in the air.'

She continues, 'I've known you for what? Ten years. I've seen you practically every day. Name one girl you've paid the slightest bit of attention to.'

He couldn't take this anymore, she thought he was gay. Gay. That explained a lot, but didn't make it any better.

He took one look at her and ran out the room.