A/N: Hello all! Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy! It may be at least a week before the next chapter. I am away from home. The next chapter is about half written. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Let me know what you guys think!

Chapter 4:

The next morning Rose nursed her cup of tea. John was still fast asleep in his bed. She hadn't slept much since John had gotten home. John came out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes. He grabs his mug of tea Rose had made him and sits down in front of Rose.

"Can you tell me what happened last night?" he asks.

"Well," she starts. "You went out with Jack and Mickey. I don't know what happened there but you came home very drunk."

"Did I say anything stupid?" he asks, grabbing the pills Rose had left out for him and popping them into his mouth with a gulp of tea.

"No. No." Rose says awkwardly.

John just nods. "Good. Good."

"Yeah," Rose nods, sipping her tea and putting the mug in the sink. "I've got to run to work. I'll be home around 5."

With that, Rose was gone and John sat down on the couch with a huff.

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Rose danced around the living room, cleaning and tidying. She had her music turned up loud and didn't hear John come into the flat. He silently closed the door and put his books down. He watches her dance in her own world. Her back was to him. The song ended and another came on but she went back to fluffing pillows. The next song was In the Mood by Glenn Miller. John approached Rose and put his hand out as she turned around.

"Care to dance?" He asks.

Rose takes his hand dropping the pillow onto the chair. "Do you know how to dance?"

"Rose Tyler! I am insulted!" He cries leading her. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't know how to dance!"

Rose smiles in her classic tongue between her teeth smile. "You may find your feet beneath your legs and you may choose to move them."

John leads them in a clumsy dance around the living room. He bumped into the couch and the chair several times; however, he didn't step on her toes and they spent the time laughing and smiling. After several songs, the tempo switched to a slow song, Moonlight Serenade. Rose moved her right hand to hang from his neck. She rests her chin on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder, slumping slightly. They swayed to the beat of the song.

They didn't notice the song end. John pulls back a bit to look at her. She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling. John slowly leans in and presses his lips to hers softly. He began to pull back but she stopped him by kissing him back. Her hands move from his shoulders and up into his hair pulling on it slightly. He moans, pulling her closer to him.

There is suddenly a knock at the door that pulls the two snogging back into reality.

"I'll... I'll ge-get the door," Rose breathes.

"Yeah," John breathes.

Rose lets go of John and answers the door. As she opens the door, Jack and Mickey bust in.

"What took you so long?!" Jack exclaims. "We've been knocking for five minutes!"

"Sorry, we didn't hear you." Rose explains sheepishly.

"Okay," Mickey says, he turns to John who was in the kitchen with a water bottle. "The match is on. Let's go!"

"Oh! Right! Yeah!" John says.

"We'll meet you down at the car!" Jack says, leaving the flat with Mickey.

John turns to Rose who was crossing her arms and worrying her bottom lip.

"I promised them last week I'd watch the match with them." John explains.

"Yeah, of course. Go. You'll have fun." Rose nods.

John walks over to her and kisses her again. He pulls away far too early for Rose's liking.

"I'll see you tonight," John whispers, before turning and walking out the door.

"Right, yeah," Rose mutters, still dazed slightly. "Tonight."

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It was ten o'clock by the time John got home that night. Rose was curled up on the couch asleep with the television still on. John hung his jacket up and walked over to the couch. He gently put his hand on her check and brushed it gently.

"Rose," he whispers quietly. "Rose, sweetheart, wake up."

Rose opens her eyes slowly and looks up at him.

"Hi John," she says yawning. "How was the match?"

"They lost. Seven to three." He explains. "It was a horrible game. They played like dirt."

Rose giggles a bit. She sits up and makes room for him to sit next to her.

"I've been thinking about earlier," she starts. "I don't think it's a good idea, John. You're my best friend and I can't loose you. You mean too much to me."

"What makes you think you'd loose me?" He asks.

"I dunno. We both have never had a successful relationship." Rose explains.

John takes her hands in his. "Rose, I love you so much. I realized this months ago when you moved back home and I saw that you were back. I never loved Reinette like I do you." He explains softly.

"Oh John," she says. "I love you too. But-"

"No buts." He says quickly. He presses his lips to hers. After several minutes, she pulls back.

"We should go to sleep," Rose says quietly.

"Yeah," he breaths.

Rose gets up and goes into the bedroom and begins to get ready for bed. John does the same several minutes later. Rose curls up in her bed when John enters the bedroom and begins to head to his cot.

"John," she says. "You could join me, here."

John nods and goes to the other side of the bed and curls up next to her.

"Can we do one thing?" She asks, John becomes visibly nervous. "Can we go on one date before telling our friends?"

"Of course." He says.

Rose roles over and faces John. She positions herself and drapes her arm around his waist. John responds by pulling her into his arms.

"Good night John."

"Good night Rose."