Stalking through Leadworth, Amy fumed. She'd been upset with Sherlock ever since he'd stopped calling her, only a couple of weeks after he'd gone off to London. Finding out that he'd been back for an entire week, and not once letting her know, hurt her more than anything else. If it hadn't been for Mrs Williams gossiping with Aunt Sharon about him, she'd have completely missed him. She kicked at a pebble in her way. What about her made it so easy for people to forget her? First the Doctor, then Sherlock. Maybe her parents had too. And Aunt Sharon probably wished that she could.

Sherlock had asked her to leave with him, sort of. And if she was honest, she wanted to. Leaving Leadworth and having adventures was all she'd wanted for the last nine years, and when he'd offered her that it was only her hurt at being abandoned, again, that made her say no. He'd probably have just forgotten her as soon as the train out of town had arrived if she hadn't kissed him anyway. Thinking about that, she couldn't help a small smirk. It had been an impulse, something she'd wanted to do for years, and the expression on his face afterwards had been the cherry on top. Somehow Amy doubted he'd forget that.

As quickly as it had come, her smirk faded and she was back to cursing Sherlock. Bastard. A small dog's yapping interrupted her thoughts, and she scowled at the Jack Russell as soon as she spotted it across the street. That only seemed to set it off worse, not that his owner tried to shut it up. She was just about to go tell off the woman when someone touched her shoulder. Spinning around, ready to take out her anger on whomever it was, Amy frowned when she realized it was Sherlock. "What do you want?" she asked, immediately on the defensive.

"You're not staying here," Sherlock said, giving the nearest building a dirty look.

Amy raised her eyebrows. "Why not?" Deep down Amy knew if he asked her to leave with him again, she wouldn't say no. Not when the chance to run away was right in front of her. But she would make him ask her again; it would be a tiny victory, but she was still smarting from being ignored.

"Because it's boring." He spat out the word as though it was the worst insult he could think of. Knowing Sherlock it might have been. "And you never liked it," he added quietly, his gaze still on the building's side.

Amy softened slightly. Still, she didn't know if she could just run away with this boy who'd forgotten her for three years. "Maybe I like it now," she said, faking the defiance in her voice.

He met her eyes, his eyebrows raised. "Don't be stupid."

She scoffed. "I'm not the one who forgets people."

He tilted his head, understanding and guilt slowly replacing the confusion on his face. Feeling stupid for letting that slip, Amy looked down at the cracks in the concrete they were standing on. She hated cracks. They always seemed to be there when she was upset. Clearing her throat, she looked back up at him. He still had that look on his face, and she wanted it gone. "I'm not stupid, stupid," she mocked. The expression didn't leave his face and he didn't return her insult, to her chagrin.

He closed the distance between them until they were an inch apart before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. It was too quick for Amy to properly react, and she just looked at him with wide eyes. It had been the most chaste kiss she could remember experiencing, and she wasn't sure it even qualified as a kiss, but it was still the last thing she expected from him. He pulled away as quickly as he'd leaned towards her, looking as unsure as she'd ever seen him. "I'm sorry."

Amy smiled at him. "C'mon," she linked her arm around his and faced him in the direction of the train station. "Let's run away."