13th Doctor One-Shots

Proper Meetings and Text Messages

Hiya!

It's been a while, but I'm back again

Turns out that more school + less sleep = literally no motivation and zero ideas

It's weird how I spend absolutely ages just trying to write one sentence but then I can write a huge paragraph about how one of the characters really likes books.

I tried to do as much research as I could for this one. Does mail get delivered on a Sunday? No idea. Is it possible to be a doctor at the age of 25? All the websites I looked at gave we different answers so again, I have no idea. I mean, at least I tried?

I've decided it's time to give this unnamed human AU a book of it's own, so after this chapter I wont be posting this story in this book anymore (I just think it kinda defeats the whole purpose of it being a one-shot book). When I've made the book I will put a link here -->

If you have any prompts at all that you want me to do then please tell me. I have no ideas right now. I also have absolutely no idea what to call this AU. Anyways, I rambling now, so just enjoy the next 1000 words of dialogue, because I can't seem to write anything else. I hope you have and good day/night/whatever and I'll see ya round! :D - cornflakecat        (why do I treat this like I'm a youtuber? *shrugs*)

Yaz looks up from her phone when she hears the knock on the door, wondering who it could be. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone today, and the mail normally doesn't get delivered on Sundays. Hopefully it wasn't her parents. As much as Yaz loved talking to them, at least one of them had come round to her house almost every day in the 12 days since she had moved.

However, when Yaz opens the door she doesn't see her parents standing in the hallway. Instead she sees a stranger, very slightly taller than her, standing there like a deer in the headlights.

After a moment passes Yaz decides to break the silence. "Hello? Can I help you?" she asks.

"Yaz! It's you. Good. Didn't get the wrong flat, that would've been awkward. Um. Hi! Hi, sorry. We- we talked the other night, if you remember, and, erm, I thought I'd come round, to y'know, see how you were. Anyway, if you're busy then I can go, 4:30 on a Sunday probably isn't the best time to just randomly turn up at someone's house, erm. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"Just a bit, yeah. You're Andy, right?"

"That's me!"

"Good. Want to come in? And you're not bothering me, promise."

"Okay, yes please." Andy replies. Yaz smiles at them kindly before walking back into her flat. Andy follows her in, closing the door behind them.

They follow her into the living room/kitchen room and hover near the doorway.

"Do you want anything to drink?" asks Yaz, opening up a cupboard. "I've got water, and tea, and- um- more water. Sorry, I'm not that well stocked at the moment."

"That's fine! I'll just have water please."

Yaz picks up two glasses and puts them on the kitchen island, gesturing for Andy to sit down. They hop onto a chair opposite her and accept the water with a quite thank you and a soft smile.

"So." begins Yaz. "You feeling better after, y'know, our talk on Friday night?"

"Much better thanks. Sorted some things out in my head. Sort of. Consumed a tonne of caffeine. It's all great. And- sorry about whatever that was- at the front door. I'm definitely not the best at socialising but I'm usually a little better than that. I'm mostly fine talking to everyone at work, but maybe that's because it's more familiar."