A/N: I've finally decided completely on the Doctor's backstory and I have been dropping a few hints over the past few chapters. If you can guess part of it correctly then I'll give you a… virtual cookie! I don't know.

Okay… that was a random way to introduce this chapter but yeah. PM or add to your review if you can guess his backstory and I'll give you a cookie and maybe something else (If I can think of something better!) at the start of the next chapter.

Before I begin rambling, I just want to try and explain how genuinely shocked I am that my story has got so many review and followers. At the point I'm writing this, I have eleven reviews and ten followers. I just amazed! I never expected to get that many!

So, before I ramble you to death (what am I saying?) I'm going to get going with this chapter. If you're reading this, congratulations for sticking with me for all that ^

As usual, reviews are greatly appreciated.

The whole weekend dragged for the Doctor. All he wanted to do was stay in his room, minding his own business but, of course, people had to keep interrupting his thoughts by shouting or running into his room then jumping on his bed. All he wanted in his life was a little privacy. He had gotten used to barricading his door by now to stop anyone from running in. All he wanted was for the weekend to end so he could see Rose again. And Mickey of course! He hadn't spoken to Rose for the whole weekend. He wondered if he should ask for her phone number. Oh, and he would ask Mickey too of course but probably Rose first!

The Doctor couldn't believe how much three days with Rose had changed him. He used to hate school and love the weekends. Now, the tables seemed to have turned and the Doctor found himself willing the weekend to hurry up and end. What had she done to him?

~CHS~

The whole weekend flew by for Rose. Not that she minded of course, it meant she'd be able to see Mickey and the Doctor again. She'd spent most of Saturday in the park with Mickey, arranging it over text. She would have invited the Doctor but neither of them knew his phone number or where he lived.

After packing her school bag for the next morning, Rose climbed into bed and settled down for the night.

~CHS~

The next day, Rose and the Doctor were in Biology. The Doctor had managed to convince their teacher to let Rose sit beside him. The Doctor had told her beforehand (while they were waiting outside the classroom) not to get her hopes up as this teacher never seemed to like the idea of the Doctor sitting next to someone. But the Doctor had managed to sweet talk her, and waste five minutes of the lesson in the process. The class didn't seem to mind that and many paper aeroplanes were made during the Doctor's conversation with the Biology teacher, who had at first seemed hesitant.

By the end of the Doctor and the Biology teacher's conversation, paper aeroplanes were scattered across the floor and the teacher didn't look particularly happy about the fact.

Once their biology teacher had finally agreed to the Doctor's request, he led Rose over to their seats. "I want all aeroplanes in the bin, now," The teacher ordered. A load, screeching noise filled the room as stools were scrapped against the floor when students scrambled to rid any paper aeroplanes from their possession.

The Biology teacher then began explaining the work for the day, instructing the class to write down how they thought the world was going to end while ranting about how she had to teach this lesson, even though she didn't see the point in it.

The Doctor seemed quite excited about this task and eager to start writing. Instead of writing, however, he turned to Rose, eyes wide with excitement. "What's your prediction then?" He asked, showing his eagerness.

"I don't know," Rose shrugged, throwing her pen into the air and catching it in boredom. "You seem to have an idea though!"

"I saw this thing on the news once about the sun expanding," The Doctor told her, bouncing about in his seat. Rose stared at him, trying not to laugh. Had he eaten sweets for breakfast? Though she had only known the Doctor for three days, not including the weekend, she still knew him well enough to know that sweets were something he would most probably have for breakfast. He seemed mad enough! "So I believe in a million years time or something, it's going to expand."

"At the rate we're going, I wouldn't be surprised if it was World War Three! All those nuclear weapons," Rose told him the idea she had just thought of.

"You never know, it could be death by modern pop music," The Doctor said as quickly as he could, just saying the first thing he thought of. It wasn't until he had finished speaking that he realised how stupid that suggestion sounded. Rose laughed anyway though not because of what the Doctor had said, the look on his face as recognition as to what he said spread was priceless!

"Or it could be death by teacher after not completing classwork," A sudden voice sounded behind them. Their Biology teacher was stood, arms folded, staring at the blank pages in front of the Doctor and Rose. "You assured me, Mr Smith that you would get on with your work if I sat you by your friend. Do I need to separate you both?"

Rose glanced between the Doctor and their teacher, unsure how to respond.

"No, miss," The Doctor shook his head and picked up his pen. Within seconds, he was writing, jotting down his idea about the sun exploding. Deciding her idea was a little morbid; Rose decided to copy the Doctor's idea. She thought for a couple of seconds before writing a title:

The End of the World – Expansion of the Sun

Rose sighed in relief when the teacher walked off to the other side of the room, looking satisfied with herself. The Doctor remained silent, concentrating on the paragraph he was writing. Rose turned back to her own paragraph, wishing their teacher hadn't walked over. She had been enjoying her chat with the Doctor.

The pair worked in silence for three minutes before the Doctor placed his pen down neatly beside his book. He had finished his paragraph and was rather happy with it; if he did say so himself. He looked over to Rose. It seemed like she was just finishing her paragraph too.

"Are you busy tonight?" The Doctor asked slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. Rose assumed he was feeling uncomfortable as that seemed to be his chosen action whenever he was slightly uncomfortable. She guessed the Doctor never realised he did it.

"No, why?" Rose questioned, dropping her pen now, interested in what the Doctor had to say.

"Some kid in our year is throwing a party tonight," The Doctor explained, pulling an envelope out of his blazer. "For her birthday. The whole year's invited. Want to come?"

"Have you asked Mickey?" Rose asked, not realising until a moment after she'd asked that she was hoping that he hadn't. She immediately replaced that feeling with guilt, feeling terrible for hoping that.

"Err," The Doctor began rubbing the back of his neck even more. "I was hoping it could just be you and me."

"That's fine by me!" Rose grinned, attempting to push away the feeling of guilt. It wasn't that difficult to get rid of the guilt when she actually thought about what had just happened. The Doctor had asked her to go to a party with him!

The Doctor smiled back, relieved that he had finally got that question off his chest. It had been bothering him since he had been giving the invitation when he had run into a black haired boy with blue eyes as he was making his way to Biology. It wasn't the boy's birthday party though; the Doctor knew that for sure. It was a girl he hadn't heard of before: Amy Pond.

Don't get too excited, Amy fans. She won't be appearing as a main character for a while.