It's been a while since I posted, sorry! And it will be a while before I post again (at least a month) because I will be hosting a foreign exchange student! So this is the last chapter you'll have for a while:( On a happier note, Clara and the Doctor are back in this chapter, because I love them and because they're precious. So enjoy. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Geronimo!
Twelfth Doctor: Clara.
Doctor: Clara.
Doctor: Clara.
Doctor: Clara Oswald, I am talking to you.
Doctor: My God, I've chosen the laziest woman alive for my companion!
Doctor: Will you get out of bed already?
Doctor: CLARA!
Clara: SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP. I'M TRYING TO SLEEP. GOODNIGHT.
Doctor: Goodnight? It's five in the morning for you! Time to be up and showering or burning soufflés or making giant eyes at yourself in the mirror or whatever it is you do in the morning!
Doctor: Come on!
Clara: Doctor, I am silencing my phone now.
Doctor: No, don't. I want to say hello.
Clara: You've just said it. Now sod off.
Doctor: No, Clara, wait.
Doctor: Clara?
Thirty seconds later:
Doctor: Where've you gone?
A minute later:
Doctor: Claraaaaaaaaaa?
Clara: Fine, fine, I'm up! You sodding nuisance.
Doctor: How polite of you.
Clara: You are the most exasperating headache I've ever had. What a sodding irritation.
Doctor: You seem quite fond of the word 'sodding' this morning. Are you feeling better now that you've insulted me?
Clara: Yes, actually.
Doctor: Good. Can I talk to you without being virtually shouted at now?
Clara: Can you ever talk to me without being virtually shouted at?
Doctor: Good point.
Doctor: Okay, shouted at less than usual.
Clara: Perhaps. But don't get too hopeful. I usually tend to shout at people who wake me up at five in the bloody morning.
Doctor: Yes, I am aware of that.
Clara: Why did you do it then?
Doctor: Because I wanted to tell you to turn around.
Five seconds later:
Clara: OH MY STARS! Doctor, you idiot! Did you put that giant fake spider on the wall?!
Doctor: Guilty.
Clara: YOU KNOW I HATE SPIDERS!
Doctor: That's why it's funny!
Clara: I hate you.
Doctor: April Fool's!
Clara: ... It's February.
Doctor: Oh.
Doctor: Right.
Doctor: February Fool's?
Clara: NO.
Doctor: Oh, come on, Clara. You have to admit it was funny.
Clara: I will admit no such thing.
Doctor: I mean, I could hear you scream from all the way down here.
Clara: What?
Doctor: Nothing.
Clara: Doctor, if you're stalking me again, then so help me, I will smack you so hard you'll never be able to sit down.
Doctor: I'm not stalking you. I'm... watching the pigeons from this bench. There are a lot of them.
Clara: Sure you are.
Clara: Oh, yeah, I can see you from my window. Do you see me waving to you?
Doctor: That doesn't look like waving...
Doctor: CLARA! Stop making that obscene gesture at once!
Clara: Serves you right. This is what you get for waking me up early.
Doctor: Clara, really. That wasn't very nice.
Clara: Neither are you:)
Doctor: Oh, ha ha.
Clara: Wait, Doctor?
Doctor: What now?
Clara: Turn around.
(A truck is coming by and Clara asks him to turn around at the exact instant it drives by the Doctor. The tires splash water from the puddles on the roadside directly onto his face.)
Doctor: Was that really necessary?!
Clara: February Fool's! Now we're even.
Doctor: This tit-for-tat business is ridiculous.
Clara: You look really funny from up here. Like a great dripping stick insect.
Doctor: You're so witty this nothing.
Clara: I know XO
Doctor: What's that supposed to be?
Clara: What?
Doctor: XO.
Doctor: Is it supposed to be you?
Clara: Excuse me?
Doctor: Well, the X could be your short legs, and the O could be your wide face. Or one of your huge eyes.
Clara: You're asking for trouble, Mister.
Doctor: I'm guessing that's not what it was.
Clara: For your information, it was 'hugs and kisses'. The X is a hug and the O is a kiss.
Doctor: Oh.
Clara: But I'm taking it back now because you were mean.
Doctor: No, wait.
Clara: ...?
Doctor: Sorry.
Clara: For what?
Doctor: For insulting you.
Clara: How hard was that for you to say?
Doctor: Very hard.
Clara: I thought so.
Clara: I guess I'll forgive you... if you come up here and have tea with me.
Doctor: I shouldn't.
Clara: Oh, do you have to stay with your little pigeons down there? Strangely enough, I don't actually see any right now.
Doctor: I don't want to be a bother.
Clara: You're not a bother.
Clara: Come on. You look all sad and miserable and wet down there. Makes me wonder if you're doing it on purpose because you wanted me to invite you.
Doctor: Absolutely not. That would be ridiculous.
Clara: I can see you blushing from all the way up here.
Clara: Come up. Right now. That's an order.
Doctor: Yes ma'am.
Clara: And you're making the tea.
Hope you enjoyed.