You guys won't even believe what music I'm listening too as I write this story…My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, specifically "Winter Wrap Up Song" and "The Art of the Dress" (teehee this chapter title) , also the "Pony Pokey" haha! I got a little Backstreet Boys too haha. Hope you enjoy this story so far! I appreciate the reviews I have so far from everyone! Thank you everyone! I love you all!

"I can't believe I'm entertaining this delusional idea!"

"Believe it, you're the one entertaining it Amy."

Down the streets of Leadworth, a skinny teenage girl's hand was gripping the wrist of what looked to be a older man, maybe in his late twenties, in a strange outfit (complete with a bowtie and suspenders), dragging him behind her. She looked extremely cross and the man looked a bit giddy.

"Say Rodney honey, who's that strange man with young Amelia Pond?" A local woman looked up from her purchases at the Quick-E Mart towards the strange sight on the street.

Rodney, the butcher, looked a bit worried. "I'm not sure, but it's very strange. Maybe I should call her father at work?"

"What is that?" Amelia Pond stood in front of the mysterious blue box that stood in the park. Suddenly she fell onto her knees and gripped her head.

"Amy?" The Doctor knelt beside her and suddenly his head hurt too.

"TARDIS?" Amy moaned as her knuckles turned white gripping her hair to ease the pain.

Inside the Doctor's head a familiar ethereal voice sounded: Just make Amelia happy, don't interfere with the memories I've changed Doctor or something bad will happen. Just make her happy… He stood up and helped Amelia up who was still shivering from her painful experience. "Are you all right Amy?"

"I'm fine and its Amelia, remember?" She grabbed his wrist again and they walked away from the blue box, Amy didn't even notice it again. "Wait," She stopped. "Where are we going?"

An idea sparked through the Doctor's mind and he checked his watch again. "I think we were about to get you a prom dress." That impish grin crossed his countenance.

"What?"

"Come along Pond, I'm leading the way this time!" The Doctor took her hand and went running towards the more populated part of the city.

LEADWORTH MALL: ENJOY YOUR S_OPP_G EXPERIENCE

"This is definitely a fixer-upper." The Doctor and Amelia Pond stood at the front of the small one-story mall and the only mall for many miles. "Is this it?"

"Yep." Amelia shifted her weight from foot to foot as they nervously entered the glass doors. It wasn't very crowded, but that's how it normally was. Could I even get Amy a dress here? Would it make her happy? "I'm not happy about this!"

Amy's voice seemed to precede his thoughts, but he knew she was a stubborn one anyone. He saw the sign for May's Formal Attire. He was determined to make her happy. "Come on, I bet we'll find a beautiful dress for you."

Amy blushed. "No…I'm not beautiful." Amy blushed. "Why are we here?"

"Amy?" Amy looked at him angrily. "Amelia," he took her chin in his hand like he always did and smiled at her. "Amelia Pond is beautiful on the inside and out."

"Stop." She slapped his hand away.

"Sorry." Am I crossing the boundaries? He didn't really think how strange this was: a complete stranger, an older man, confessing love and friendship to a seventeen year old year. Now he was trying to buy her a dress. Would I get in trouble?

"I guess we can look," His small touch seemed to cheer her up even though she didn't want it to. She walked ahead of him into the store. It was a mess of sparkles, lace, frills, and everything else dressy imaginable. "Yikes!"

The Doctor pushed her on as she froze at the sight of the hangers. "Come on! Any one of these dresses will look great on you!"

"No, no, no! Let's leave!" She was heading to the door, but the Doctor held tight to her arm.

"You're not going anywhere until we find you the perfect prom dress, which, uh, I think I can help you with. I don't know much about clothes."

"I do…" The Doctor starred at Amy as she started sifting through the infinite amount of racks. "What?" She turned to him and winked. "A shy girl can't be fashionable?" The both laughed. It felt like old times.

"So you chase me to my house and insist to buy me a prom dress? What is this?" Amelia Pond spoke through the door of a dressing room as layers of fabric went over her head.

"I told you," the Doctor leaned on the wall next to her room and leaned his head against it. "You're my best friend."

"We're not friends." Amelia assured and one last zip was heard. "Don't laugh." Amy opened the door and stepped out in a beautiful vision. She wore a long, deep purple dress that was shorter in the front but dropped into a beautiful train in the back. It dropped off her shoulders a bit and the purple fabric ruffled perfectly on every youthful curve. "How does it look?"

The Doctor stood in awe, she was a vision. He suddenly jealous of her future husband Rory, but remembered Amy was just his best friend. He would do his best to make her happy. "Look at you!" Amy blushed. The Doctor took her hand and spun her around in place. "Absolutely fantastic!" Now Amy was really blushing.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me." She laughed and blushed as the Doctor admired her.

"But look at you! You are beautiful. You truly are."

Amy impulsively hugged him. "Thank you Doctor."

He was surprised for a moment, but then hugged her and held her close to him. He placed his head on top of hers and smelt Amy's smell. Soft blossoms and a forest type of smell. Whatever it was, it was lovely and he loved it. He stroked her hair. "Anything for you Amy."

"Oh!" She quickly realized what she was doing and released him. "Sorry."

"It's all right. Best friends do that."

She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "We're far from being friends."

The Doctor laughed. "In my opinion, we're friends, anyway." Amy smirked. "Hey! You let me call you Amy! Are you okay?"

Amy laughed and smiled, her braces flashed. "It's okay when you call me Amy."

"Oh, we better get going! You need a pedicure next!" Amy starred at him blankly for a moment. "Isn't that what girls do for prom?"

"I don't want to go to prom!"

The Doctor stopped. "What?"

Amy self-consciously pulled the dress up around her shoulders. "No, I just can't go to prom. I mean, I don't even have a date. No one wants me to go anyway…"

"I want you to go!"

"What?" Amy blushed again and looked towards the Doctor.

The Doctor hugged her again. "I want you to go and have a good time. You deserve to be happy for a moment."

Who was this man? The Doctor, who came like a storm just in this one day and already changed so much…, Just being with him made her feel happy again. Was it a trick? Some stalker old man, come to kill her just when she closes her eyes? Was it real? He said he traveled through time and space to find her? Really? He said he loved her and wanted to be with her? Was it true? Was he her husband from the future or something? She wasn't sure what or who to trust, but as if reading her thoughts she heard the Doctor speak:

"Trust me, I'm the Doctor."