Boredom
"One, two, three, four, five..." The Doctor bounced a small, red rubber ball against the TARDIS wall. He was waiting for Clara to get ready and dressed but she was taking forever. "Clara!" He shouted, only to be met with an annoyed shout from her. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the ball before throwing it down in annoyance. He had spent all night planning an amazing trip through the meadows of tall blue grass on a planet not too far from Earth. He had prepared a huge picnic to take with them too, as it was going to be the warmest day of the year. He slumped down on a chair near the console and sighed, placing his head in his right hand. "How can I be bored? Boredom is stupid." He complained to himself, violently tapping his feet on the floor. Abruptly standing up, he stormed off down the corridors.
The Doctor rapped on Clara's door, "What is taking you so long? I have a picnic waiting!"
"I know, I know I'm sorry...I won't be too long. I just have to have a shower and get dressed." She responded.
"Too long? And what have you been doing all this time?" He spoke quieter and to himself, followed by a small groan. He stormed off down the TARDIS and tried to find something to do. He decided to tidy up the library. He took a feather duster out of a cupboard on the way out and smiled at it, remind him of the time he took Clara to the funfair and bought a load of candyfloss. It didn't take him too long though as he didn't do a very good job, but he stood proud nonetheless at his 'not as dusty' shelves. He checked his watch and looked astonished, finding out he hadn't taken that long at all, he tapped it to see if it was broken, but it didn't budge. "B-but how?" He exclaimed loudly. It had only taken him fifteen minutes.
Swinging on the swing beneath the console, fiddling with wires and tools, with a cheap, dusty and old copy of a TARDIS Type 40 Manual in hand, he had decided to try and fix the broken Chameleon Circuit. He fused to wires together, but got a fright when it sent a dozen bright and colourful sparks right in his face. He had failed. Why should I even bother fixing it now? It's been far too long. He took off his goggles and tidied up the large mess he had created and decided to see how long a nap he could take in the sitting room. "So much for a picnic, Clara Oswald," he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
"Doctor, why are you sleeping?" Clara placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a huge fright and woke him up straight away.
"Oi! Don't wake me like that!" He snapped but soon changed his tone when he found out she was finally ready, "Oh you're ready now! Yes, we can still get there in time for the dancing! I love the dancing. Well, we could have gone anyway, this is a time machine, but we are on time! Does that make sense? I'm not entirely sure. Oh and they have the most amazing cakes there." The Doctor rambled on as Clara laughed.
"Come on then, let's have a picnic!" She chimed. The Doctor smiled and led her by the hand out of the TARDIS and into a huge meadow of tall, blue grass. There was a small stream running down the centre, with what looked like fuzzy blue hills all around them. At the bottom of the field, they spotted a town, all lit up and decorated for the big dance this evening.
The Doctor ran down the hill, carrying the picnic basket in one hand, "Come on, Clara! I'll tell you now it'll be very, very hard to be bored out here!" He beamed.
It's shorter and more happier than yesterday's. I'm in a much happier mood today too, but this isn't about me! Thanks for the follows and the review! I wasn't expecting much at all! Have a great day, or night, like here in foggy old Scotland!