"The more episodes we watch, the more closer we get to losing Rose." I stated as we moved on to the next episode. "I'm really not ready for that." Chris hummed in response, before shrugging his shoulders. "Hey," he said. "Think of it this way: The more episodes we watch, the closer we get to Donna."
Our plan was to watch from Nine to Eleven, only because I couldn't find my copy of the first eight Doctors(definitely not because we wouldn't have enough time). Chris got to our flat by 3 in the afternoon and it is currently 8pm. We've been watching Doctor Who the whole time. Amira left a few episodes ago, saying that she was going to buy dinner, which was fine with both Chris and I since it meant that we didn't have to move and could keep watching. However, I knew the deeper meaning with her leaving to buy dinner when we could have just called for a delivery. She knew Chris wouldn't talk to me about anything if Amira was there, not because he didn't trust her or something, but because he felt more comfortable just confiding about something to one person at a time. And she knew that. She wants this whole conflict resolved as much as I do, honestly, and I'm really happy for that.
Apparently, she saw Chris tweet something about wanting to go on a Doctor Who marathon, so she logged into my account (which she actually made for me, so obviously she knew the password) and messaged him from there, asking if he wanted to have a Doctor Who marathon at our flat. From that point onwards, it was great. I've read the conversation and it just proves the fact that Amira is indeed a social butterfly who knows what to say at all times, to the point that she can make the conversation go to her favour with you unknowingly falling for it. It's like she manipulates you.
I would know.
She once made me go to a convenience store and back to the house three times, convincing me each time that I forgot a specific object which she asked me to buy, before finally confessing that it was actually her fault for forgetting to tell me.
"Yeah, but that means we would watch Martha." I groaned, letting my head fall back to emphasise my frustration with this.
"She's not that bad, don't hate on her." Chris chastised. I groaned again, lifting up my head to look at him.
"I'm not hating on her. I don't hate her, it's just that I don't particularly like her. She just annoyed me so much and ugh I can't even express how frustrated I felt when I saw her act as companion for the first time."
"I thought you would like it, with the Harry Potter references and all." He tilted his head as he looked at me.
"I liked the references, but I don't like her. Her character's just frustrating I was so bloody tempted to just skip the episodes with her in it."
"Skip episodes? How dare you?!" He threw a small pillow at me before we both started laughing. We fell back into comfortable silence as we went back to watching the show. By comfortable, I mean I acted as if I was comfortable, but deep inside, I knew I needed to ask about the thing with Dan. Amira was bound to come home in a few minutes and I would lose this opportunity. Then she's going to get mad at me and leave me to make my own food.
Nope, I'm not having any of that.
"So..."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, go ahead. I know you've been itching to ask." He glanced at me before casually bringing his attention back to the screen, but I knew he was listening. I hesitated for a second, reading his expression and making sure he wasn't mad or annoyed. When I came to the conclusion that he was actually, genuinely ready to talk, I asked.
"What happened?" I said softly, then he paused the video, took a deep breath, then faced me.
"He just took it way too seriously then I thought he would, okay?" Chris entered into his frustrated ranting mode that I know all too well. "I was just saying some things that actually had some truth in it. But I was also half joking! I was stating facts...kinda... in a way... But I would say I was helping him, for God's sake! Okay, okay, I know I might have pushed the limit too far, but you can't deny it! He can't deny it! Ugh, it's frustrating! Just when I decided to be helpful, people start thinking that I'm ruining everything! Now so many fans are like counting on a reunion but how would it happen when we're so awkward with each other?! How do I even bloody do this? I'm trying, you know, but I kinda think that I have a point... But at the same time he has a point but slfhhhoeofndormsimfw" then he melted back into his beanbag, pressing the palm of his hands on his eyes. And it was then that I realised that he wanted to talk about it as much as I did.

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Emery Grace: Youtuber {discontinued}
FanficEmery Grace is a Youtuber who has kind of always been just there, or at least that's what she thinks. She's friends with loads of Youtubers, whether they have gaming channels or vlogging channels. She's a fangirl, mostly. But all in all, she's just...