'I love you, it's ruining my life' - Taylor Swift
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"Your world would be much better off if you lost me."
"Don't say things like that. What difference does it even make? Either way, I'm travelling with you, and I'm in danger. One way we'll both just...
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Cherry wakes up alone. Her duvet is tucked snugly around her bare body, her red dress has been carefully hung up on her wardrobe in the Tardis, and her heels are placed neatly beneath it. Her room is different this time. The Doctor must've changed it for her. The bed is bigger and comfier, and the sheets are a nice cream colour with little red hearts scattered across them. The walls are white and covered in prints of Vincent Van Gogh's paintings, with a huge copy of the one he painted for her and the Doctor featuring her cherry cardigan and the half-eaten cherry the Doctor refused to finish. There's a huge bookshelf that's been added, too, and an extra door on the left wall, which Cherry has to open because she had been a little distracted last night.
She stretches her hands out over the soft mattress sheet, biting her lip as an involuntary smile creeps onto her face, and she remembers the night before. The Doctor left her at some point during the night because the phone was ringing, and Cherry had fallen asleep waiting for him to return. She isn't sure why he didn't return. She hopes it's nothing bad. She gets up and makes her way to the bathroom to freshen up, ignoring the aching in her legs or the pounding headache. Maybe she had a bit more wine than she meant to, or she just really can't handle red wine. Once she's brushed her teeth and her hair, which was in an absolute state after enduring the dancing at the wedding and the Doctor, she slips on some pyjama shorts and a vest top, which she covers with the dark blue dressing gown she claimed as hers a long time ago and she makes her way to the kitchen.
Her stomach growls as she boils the kettle, and she stands on her tiptoes, stretching her arms up and cursing under her breath as her fingers slip against the side of the copper biscuit tin. She's not tall enough to get a proper grip on it, but a hand brushes over the small of her back, and someone else takes the biscuit tin off the top shelf. When Cherry turns around, the Doctor is grinning at her, finding it rather amusing that she cannot reach the biscuit tin by herself, and she rolls her eyes. She takes the tin out of his hands and carries it over to the kitchen island, where she takes a seat and rests her head lazily in her arms, looking over at the Doctor as he takes over the job of making tea. She notices that he only puts tea bags in her mug and his own and puts Amy and Rory's mugs back into the cupboard, and her eyebrows furrow.
"Aren't you going to make tea for Amy and Rory?" She asks him, pulling the lid of the biscuit tin off and taking a handful of chocolate chip cookies. Not the most nutritious breakfast in the world, but she couldn't care less.
"No, they're gone," the Doctor says, pouring boiling water into the mugs. "I dropped them off on their Honeymoon while you were asleep... they wanted to say goodbye, but you were asleep... and naked..."
He blushes at the end of his sentence, and Cherry shakes her head at him, grinning. "Where did you take them?"
"A honeymoon planet," the Doctor answers, and he places her mug down in front of her.
"What? A whole planet just for honeymoons?" Cherry raises her eyebrows as she sips the tea, wincing when it burns her tongue but not stopping to let it cool down.
