The Time Family

The Wedding

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Kazrans POV

My dad and I walked out of the TARDIS and closed the doors. Mum was walking around, holding her hands out as if to say "back off" and pushing them out and then pulling them in. She was doing something that looked like what Adrian Monk did in that tv show Monk.

"Doctor, can you go into the TARDIS and get seven chairs?" Mum asked dad.

"Yes, I can, and I will." Dad replied. He gave mum a short kiss and went into the TARDIS.

"So you're having the wedding tomorrow?" I asked mum.

"Yeah. I mean, he's not really supposed to see me on the wedding day. Except for when we get married, of course." Mum claimed.

"Cool. So who all is coming to the wedding?" I asked

"Gran, Gramps, Mickey, Tony, Amy, Rory, Jack, you, and your father and I." Mum said to me. Dad popped out of the TARDIS.

"Hey Rose, Kazran, can you two come help me with something?" He asked.

"Sure." I told him. Mum and I walked into the TARDIS. We followed dad into a room of the TARDIS. It had really pretty chairs, with some flower decorations. They were real flowers, and the T.A.R.D.I.S. somehow kept them alive and beautiful.

"Oh my god, Doctor. This is beautiful!!" Mum exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is dad." I told him, with a look of awe. I'd seen photos of the most beautiful garden on earth, but that garden wasn't NEARLY as pretty as my dads.

"Well thanks, you two. But it's the TARDIS that does all the work. Now, let's get to why I sent you in here. There's a set of 10 chairs over here, but there's another set of 10 and I wanted to see which you liked best." Said dad, mostly talking to mum.

"Now, to pick out the chairs. Which do you want, the ones with blue and green, or the ones with blue and gold?" Dad asked mum. She thought for a minute.

"Blue and gold." She said.

"Okey-doke, then let's fold 'em up and take them out!" Dad said in a cheery tone. I almost smiled, but something was tugging at my mind, like someone was coming for me. I shuddered. I decided it was nothing. I then realized that my parents were looking at me.

"Kazran, are you ok?" My dad asks me, face full with concern. I've only known him for a short while, but I already know so much about him. We telepathically communicate all the time, even when we're sitting right next to each other.

"Yeah, fine." I lied.

"Kazran, what's wrong?" Mum asked.

"Nothing, really!!" I demanded. Mum and dad looked at me, looked at each other, looked at me again, and started to walk out.

"Kazran, grab the rest of the chairs, please!" Dad yelled as he walked out. They had gotten five, so I got the last two. They were gold up chairs, with cushioning that was all swirled like the Vincent Van Goh painting Starry Night. The only colors were blue and gold, but the chairs were still really pretty. I set the chairs down next to where mum and dad had put theirs.

"Kazran." Mum said as she walked up to me.

"Yes, mum?"

"Something's wrong with you, I can tell."

"Mum, it nothing! I'm fine."

"Kazran, I have seen you when you are fine and you are not fine. What's wrong?" I knew that no matter how many times I told her, that she wouldn't give up trying to get me to spill the truth. So I told her.