Possibly Mine (New Possibilities sequel; Doctor Who)

The Idiot's Lantern

I am so sorry for the wait! I wish I had a valid excuse, but really I don't- other than- I have a very serious medical condition known as Procrastinitist, it's difficult, but I work through it. It's a day by day process...
I also find myself wishing I could just read the story instead of actually having to write it- which brings my other serious medical condition to light, Lazinitis.
Okay, so I may just be a lazy procrastinator, but I'm working on it. And honestly, your feedback really helps to motivate me- so push away!
Alright, well, that's all I've got for now, so here's the next chapter!
IThriveAtNight

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"Rose, I swear to God-"

"Yes!"

"No!"

After taking a few days of reassuring ourselves that mum was okay and she would still there when we got back, we had decided it was time to go out on another adventure. Having been a major fan of 'Grease' since I was a child, I had asked if we could go visit the nineteen fifties. Rose had agreed on one condition- we had to dress the part.

Rose and I have been holed up in the wardrobe room for a while, trying to decide on our outfits for this particular visit. Honestly, I wasn't asking for much, I've never really been comfortable in dresses, but Rose is really pressing the point.

"I don't like dresses Rose, you know that." I sigh in frustration before trying to pitch a compromise, "What about if I dresses more like Sandy at the end of the movie, instead of what she looked like in the beginning?"

She pauses for a second as she thinks over it, "You would really rather wear skin tight leather pants than a knee length skirt?" She questions with a skeptical look on her face.

"Yes." I answer automatically, "No! Uhg, I don't know!" I groan as I plop down on a couch the TARDIS had materialized when she noticed how long we were going to be in here, "Why is it so important we dress up? What if I do a more modernized version, so it doesn't feel like a costume so much?" I jump up from the couch and run around collecting the possible outfit. I bring back high-wasted black leather pants that wouldn't be skin tight, a cropped red shirt with white polka dots, and a tight black leather motorcycle jacket. I lay it out on the couch and put red converse down next to it as well.

She immediately denies it with a shake of her head, "Nope, doesn't count."

"Rose!" I shout in exasperation, "What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing." I send her a disbelieving look and she rolls her eyes at me, "I love it, I think's it's cute. But not for today." I'm about to throw my hands up and walk away when she starts talking again, "But, I can work with the rockabilly thing."

She spins around and runs off, muttering under her breath about having seen the perfect dress stashed away somewhere. When she struts back towards me with a shit-eating grin, I almost tell her to shove it, and just go in my normal clothes because I don't want to give her the satisfaction- but then I see the dress.

It's a red dress with small black polka dots, that's cinched in at the waist by a black band that comes to an upwards point. It has a small peter pan-like, black collar, and black halter top straps that tie behind the neck. From chest to waist, it looks to fit snugly, than flows out to knee length with black tulle hidden beneath the skirt, giving it some 'poof' . And in her other hand she holds a pair of black patent kitten heels with ankles straps, and sheer black tights.

"Damn it." I mutter under my breath, hating to admit defeat, especially if it means wearing a dress- even if it is cute. She chuckles as her know-it-all smirk grows, and I flip her off, only making her laugh harder. She leads me over to a vanity sporting all kinds of makeup and hair accessories, and sets me in the seat facing away from the mirror so she can 'have a big reveal' when she's done with me. She carefully does my make up before sending me off to get dressed, promising to do my hair when I get back.