That Girl (David Tennant Fanfic)

Chapter 1

'Next!'

        David had been sitting at this plastic table on this plastic chair for three hours, signing endless autographs for endless teenagers. He sighed inwardly as he watched the latest twittering girls scurry off. A young teenage boy with brown hair and large glasses sat down on the opposite chair and dumped a large stack of books on the table for signing. 'I love your work,' he blurted, and began a long ramble on how inspiring David's work was and how much he wanted to be an actor just like David when he grew up.

        David listened half-heartedly to the boy and shifted in his unforgiving chair. The fan paused to draw breath and David lept in and said, 'I'm sure you'll be a great actor when you grow up. I expect free tickets to all your premieres!' He pushed the stack of freshly scrawled-in books back across the table and plastered an encouraging smile on his face. 'Lovely to meet you. Next!' The boy beamed back and retreated, clutching his books. David took a large swig of black coffee and turned to face the next fans.

        Two 18-year-old girls stood before him. One, stood to the right, was clearly a typical fangirl - she wore large tardis earrings and a skimpy Amy and Rory t-shirt. Her almost non-existent denim shorts were covered in rips and snags and her hair was messily, but stylishly arranged. She smiled prettily at David and introduced herself as Lucia, or something like that. She dropped a flimsy book on the table which David recognised to be a free World Book Day one before commencing a stream of chatter about everything and nothing.

        David turned his attention on the other girl for a moment. She was not so obviously a fangirl; she wore a pair of unremarkable blue jeans and a hoody, emblazoned with the words and logo of AMERICAN COUGARS. Her feet, placed lazily on the table, were encased in bright yellow Doc Martins. Her curly, dirty-blonde hair was tied up in a large, high ponytail and she looked distinctly bored.

        '...and I have posters of you ALL over my walls, I mean, you're so my better looking than the rest of the doctors, I mean, like, who'd want Christopher Eccleston on their wall...' The other girl was saying, gazing at David. He flashed her a smile before asking the indifferent girl, 'Anything you'd like me to sign?' She glanced up from checking her nails, looking vaguely surprised, and replied, 'Hm? No thanks, I'm here with her,' A small smile played on her lips as she said this.

        David felt a small bubble of annoyance pop up inside of him. As a young, 20-year-old star, however boring autograph signings may be, it was still nice to know there were millions of adoring fans out here gasping to talk to him, and yet here was she, snarky, indifferent with her boots on his table, and yet somehow intriguing. It was only as he turned the keys in his car ignition later that he realised he was still thinking about the fact that he didn't know her name.