Rolan

(R3)

Riley POV

I was wearing the normal version of my Van Gogh dress, in green, something Aislinn picked out. Normally I trust Aislinn with nothing, least of all fashion, but she actually came through this time. My friend Calyn did my hair and my makeup. Sydney "coached" me on what to say but I listened to nothing she said.
"Okay, he's coming in an hour." Aislinn was wearing a very very 80's jacket.
"Yes I know."
Sydney was on my phone, looking up pictures of Bill Mchoaughtny, whoever that was.
"You're going to be fine, Ri. You look a bit nervous." Aislinn was flitting around my kitchen, installing her newest sprite-sized toaster. I thew the smallest pillow I had at her.
"Don't. Call. Me. RI!!!!!"
"Sorry."

(One hour later)

*knock knock*
"HE'S HERE!" Sydney sat straight upright.
"You don't say?" I got up to open the door. Nolan was wearing a "sexy tux" in Aislinn's eloquent words. He smiled, making my heart melt.
"You look great."
"Thank you."
It was a perfect moment, ruined of course, by Aislinn.
"Oh my gosh he like, whitened his teeth. His teeth are so white I want to punch hi- MMPH!" I heard her get hit with what I hoped was a pillow.
"Go have fun you two! We'll be here."
"DONT KILL HER!"

"I feel like half of what I say to you is just apologizing for my friends."
He laughed.
"I don't mind them, I promise."
"I know, I just have the need to apologize."
"Let's forget about them. Tonight is for us."

"Explain, please, why you think John Hurt was the best doctor." I said. We were heading back to my apartment. We had first gone to dinner, then went to see Time Hurts (a truly horrible romance movie we both hated. Yasma couldn't choose between a pedophile name Samah and a creepy cat lover named Boro. She choose the pedophile) then we wandered around the park, arguing and laughing at each other.
"I don't think he's the best, I think he did a very fantastic job of playing the Doctor."
"So did all the other actors! Plus, he only got two episodes." We were walking up and to our front door. Our apartment is kind of like 221b Baker St, as our apartment (apartment 2a) is at the top of the stairs and the stairs stand to the left of the door. I unlocked the door and stood in the doorway. I was standing in the doorway and Nolan squeezed in across from me. We were so close my heart started pounding. He looked at me with those storm blue eyes of his.
"I had fun tonight."
I smiled.
"Me too."
He leaned toward me, his brown hair tickling my forehead. His hand came up, starting on my cheek and sliding under my chin, tilting my head up to meet my mouth with his. My arms came up and encircled him. We pressed our bodies together and all I could think was "I'm so glad I'm wearing contacts. Glasses would seriously kill the mood." His arms pulled me closer to him, closer, closer. His lips were soft and he tasted like strawberries and ice cream.
After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, we broke apart. We were both breathing hard, arms around each other.
Then I smiled.
"Good night Nolan." I walked up the stairs, leaving Nolan standing in the doorway.