Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've had a bit of writer's block. But here's another chapter for all my kind reviewers, followers and favouriters (is that even a word?)!
And I'm going to point out the Beth and Sophie live together in a house. I don't think I've mentioned that in another chapter, so I'm saying it now, so you don't get confused.
Hope you enjoy the chapter! (sorry for any mistakes!)
"Sophie!" I call, and she squeals, running up and hugging me.
"Beth! Where have you been?"
"Places. Anyway, look what I've got for you!" I open my handbag and hand her the signed DVD. Her eyes widen and she gasps, clasping her hands over her mouth.
"Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you!" she takes the DVD and kisses the writing. "So you met Matt? You lucky thing! Why didn't you come and get me?"
"Uh... sorry," I say apologetically, licking my lips, still able to taste him on them. "You were... busy?"
"So where did you go?"
"Soph, I have something you need to know," I start bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, my teeth coming together in a wide grin. "But you have to promise me something first."
Jake slips an arm around her waist and Sophie puts on a confused pout. "Promise you what?"
"Promise that you won't hate me, or bitch slap me, or get Jake to drown me in the Thames," I try to add some humour to it, hoping that she'll take it better if I do.
"Why? What is it?" the look of confusion turns to one of worry and concern.
"Sophie... I-I'm... I'm kind of... look, can I tell you in private?"
She nods, biting her lower lip then giving Jake a quick peck on the cheek before walking off with me a few metres away.
"You know when I asked Matt a question in that panel earlier?" I began, and she nods.
"Yeah?" she mumbles.
"Then we went to the café?"
"Uh-huh..."
"And you were off with Jake?"
"Yes..."
"I was round the corner?"
"And..."
"Well, sort of... how do I put this? OK... I kind of bumped into Matt Smith. One thing led to another and he... and he kissed me."
She looks at me like I'd sprouted another head. "Excuse me?"
"He kissed me."
"Am I hearing right?"
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier... it just didn't feel like the right time."
"Matt bloody Smith kissed you and you couldn't be bothered to let me know?" she hisses, glaring straight at me.
"I thought that you'd get mad at me. Soph... I'm sorry, OK?"
She buries her head in her hands, sniffing slightly. "I thought we were friends! We are friends! I've known you since I was bloody five and you don't even tell me this until now!?"
I shift round, placing my arm over her shoulders. "Please Sophie... I'm sorry. Don't hate me, not now. We have to get the taxi to the train station."
"So now what?" she snaps. "What happened between you two then? Explain right from the beginning."
"OK... he told me to meet him... so I did, and I bumped into him in the corridor and we kissed a bit... then we sort of went into this room with all the Doctor Who people inside. They were discussing some sort of episode or filming or something. And... Matt sort of invited me to come filming in Spain with him... actually I asked if I could come, and he said yes. Also... I'm going filming with him tomorrow too. You can come if you like."
"I can't believe this!" Sophie snarls, finally looking up from the ground to meet my worried gaze.
"I knew you'd be jealous... but I thought you had Jake."
"I do have Jake... but Matt..." a lone tear escapes from the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek and glistening from the reflection of one of the nearby street-lamps.
"We can talk about this later, can't we? On the train perhaps?"
She nods, wiping the tear from her eye. "Alright... we better get going then. Happy days."
Patting her lightly on the back, we turn around and she says goodbye to Jake, and they both exchange numbers so they can call each other. After a brief kiss between them, Sophie rejoins me and we begin to make our way back home.
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Through bleary, tired eyes, I swiftly run a hand through my hair as I admire myself in front of the mirror. That probably sounded really modest... sorry...
Across the hallway I could hear a loud crash, followed by an annoyed shriek. She'd probably managed to trip over her pile of books again. She always kept them by the door, and no matter how many times I'd told her to move them she'd always ignored me. And it always led to this.
Chuckling to myself, I take a quick glance at my phone lying on my chest of drawers below the mirror. No text or call yet. And it was half past eight. He'd either got up really late, forgotten about it, or was just too lazy.
I hoped he hadn't forgotten about it...
"BETH! What have I told you about stealing my make up?! I've got barely any left now!"
I gulped, I'd have hoped that she hadn't noticed. Yesterday I had to borrow hers because I was running out and had forgotten to buy some more at the shops. And I needed to look good for Matt, and I'd go to any extent to do that. It looked like it'd worked though.
My heart almost leapt out of my chest when I heard that familiar TARDIS ringtone blearing from my phone. I picked it up, and before tapping 'answer call', I had to yell for Sophie.
"SOPHIE! Matt's on the phone!"
Yet another shriek came from the direction of her room, but this time it was a happy kind of shriek. After tripping over a few things and running like it was the marathon down the hallway, Sophie finally reached my room, panting for breath. I tapped the icon.
"Hi honey, I'm home."
"And what sort of time do you call this?" I flirt back, smirking to myself. If we could add some Doctor Who into this, it would be all the better.
"I call it twenty five to nine. Sorry I called a bit late, dear. Busy practising my lines. How are you? Sleep well?"
"Very well," I smile into the phone, and Sophie's just standing there beside me, mouth opening and closing like her jaw was out of her control. "I dreamt about you, sweetie."
"Ooh, good... I dreamt about you too. What did you dream about me?"
"Involves you, me and a bed," I purr seductively. I actually had had a dream about him last night, coming to think about it. But in typical dream fashion, it had ended just before the good part.
"I hope to make your dream a reality, because funnily enough that's exactly what was involved in my dream too."
I swallow hard, a brief image of exactly what could happen between us flickering into existence in my mind's eye. A smile etches across my lips as I close my eyes and imagine if that could ever really happen.
"Please do." The words just kind of escape my lips before I could really think about what I was saying. But who wouldn't say that when they had the sexiest man on the planet on the phone anyway?
"Oh trust me, I will," was the reply.
My breath is now coming in short pants as I digest what he just said to me. I keep reminding myself this is Matt Smith you're talking to here. And he's suggesting something I've dreamt about for a long time...
"So..." I let out a long sigh, a grin coming to my lips. "I'll see you there?"
"You will, love. I'll be waiting to see your gorgeous face again, I've missed you."
One night and he's missing me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"I've missed you too," I reply with a sweet smile, almost as if he could see me through the phone. "Love you! Bye."
I blow a kiss into the phone as he says the same back, then I end the call. My jaw has dropped, and when I look at Sophie my eyes widen in surprise. She's gone as white as a sheet.
"Soph... are you OK?" I ask her, genuinely concerned. She slowly nods, but I know she isn't.
"What's wrong? You can tell me anything, that's what friends are for," I sit next to her on my bed, putting an arm around her shoulders. She's still silent.
"Matt... you were talking to him... you were flirting with him..." she breathes out, eyebrows knitted together. "I-I..."
Sighing deeply, I pat her shoulder and she manages a small smile. "I know. You want to meet him? We're going to go watch him at the filming, how about that? We get to watch Doctor Who filming. Haven't you always wanted to do that?"
She nods and bites her lower lip. "Yes... of course."
"Then get out of your pyjamas, and we can get going."
/\\\
As we get waved past the security guard at the filming, I chuckle to myself as I see Sophie hyperventilating slightly. We're walking towards a huge building, presumably the filming studio. It's taken us a good few hours to reach Cardiff, but it'll be worth it when I get to see Matt again. We walk through the door, into a dimly lit corridor. One of the doors to our left says Filming Studio, so I decide to try that one and hope for the best. I push the door open, and smile when I'm greeted by a huge room, green screens here and there, people mingling about, reading scripts and chatting. A large grin spreads across my lips as I spot Matt sitting next to Karen. They're both reading lines out.
"Oh my..." Sophie's jaw is almost touching the ground it's dropped so far. I hold a finger to my lips and shush her, leaning to whisper in her ear.
"Shush. I'm going to creep up on him."
She chuckles lightly as I tip-toe towards him. When I see him stand up, I almost think I'm going to be caught, but luckily he's facing in the opposite direction. I breathe a sigh of relief as I come within a few metres of him now, Sophie close behind.
When I'm finally behind him, I giggle quietly at his dramatic arm movements he's making towards Karen. Slowly I slip my arms around his waist, and bury my head in his neck, kissing lightly then whispering in his ear so my breath tickles the hairs on his neck,
"Hello sweetie."
He almost jumps out of his skin and twirls around, smiling when he recognises me. He stutters for a moment before finally speaking up.
"Ah, Beth! You made me jump! Glad you're here, darling. And I like your hello, you should do that more often. Except for the making me jump part."
I giggle seductively, mocking his earlier tone. "Oh trust me, I will."
I lean up to stand on tip toes, and press my lips lightly to his. It was meant to be chaste, but it's Matt Smith I'm kissing so there's no such thing. Soon our tongues are touching, our lips moving perfectly together. I sigh contently into his mouth, before we're rudely interrupted by Karen.
"Ahem..." she's struggling to stop herself from bursting out laughing. "Get a room Matt! Moffat's going to be really cross if we haven't learnt these lines by the time the filming starts..."
Frowning, he promptly ignores her and instead brushes his fingertips lightly over the slightly exposed skin of my waist. A breath of a moan escapes my lips as my hand rests in his hair, the silky layers covering it entirely. His hair is so soft... so much like heaven...
It's when he corkscrews his tongue around mine that sends me crazy. My hand rakes through his hair as I press myself bodily against him, feeling like I'm in heaven.
But eventually the need for oxygen takes over and we break away, both breathless. His hair is now a complete mess, his face flushed with arousal. I think I look pretty much the same.
But I have to admit, he looks so hot like that, hair all crazy.
"The hair stylist is going to go mental! You better go back to her and get your hair redone now," Karen snaps jokily, one hand on her hip. Matt pouts and slips an arm around my waist.
"Fine," he sighs, placing a quick kiss to my forehead. "I'll be right back, dear."
"Oh, wait!" my fingers clasp his wrist just as he leaves and he twirls back around. "I forgot... this is my friend, Sophie."
I gesture to Sophie, who's just trying to stand there as casually as she can, also trying to ignore the surge of jealousy crackling within her about the fact that her best friend just snogged Matt Smith.
Matt smiles, striding towards Sophie, who no longer containing the fangirl side of herself, began to squeal as she ran up and hugged him tightly. Chuckling to himself Matt hugged her back, smoothing his hand up and down her back.
"Sophie, I presume?" he whispers into her ear, and his breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck causes her breath to hitch in her throat.
"Yes! I'm so happy that I get to meet you! You don't know how long I've waited!" They break from the hug, both smiling at each other.
He pats her shoulder, giving her a quick grin before walking back towards me. "I guess she likes me too?"
"She's a bit jealous," I whisper in his ear and he chuckles, before giving me a quick peck on the lips.
"Got to go and get my hair redone," he smiles, smoothing out his tweed jacket. "See you in a mo, dear."
"Yeah," I nod back, and he gives me a quick wave before disappearing. I walk over to Sophie who's shaking a bit.
"You're one lucky girl..." she frowns, looking up to me. "You've got him."
Smiling to myself, I gesture for both of us to sit down on two of the plastic chairs in the middle of the studio. We have a friendly chat for a bit whilst waiting for Matt to come back.
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