TARDIS Blue

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“You love eclairs? I love eclairs!”

“Nate, who doesn’t love eclairs?”

“Jack hates them.”

What?”

“I know.”

Nate and I were walking along Central Park, being all bro-like.

Except I didn’t want to be bro-like. I wanted to be girlfriend like.

He was also holding my hand.

It was a painful battle to stop myself from screaming and jumping around.

I won.

Um, I beg to differ. I won.

Nooope. I did

Uh-uh. I did

Shut up! We’re the same person!

Unfortunately.

Sometimes I confuse myself.

“Do you want to get a pizza pretzel?” Nate asked, looking sweet and cute.

“Sure,” I nodded. I liked pizza pretzels. Pizza pretzels were cool.

He went up to the tiny carty thing and I went and staked out a spot on a bench.

So there I was, humming Barlights and checking Nate out.

Here comes creeper Scarlett. I think I’ll name her Vivienne.

Oo, I can see it now! Vivienne stalks Nate Ruess!

Heheh.

Nate came over and sat next to me (see!? He always sits next to me!).

“Here,” he said, handing me my pretzel, which I inhaled in a matter of three seconds.

Attractive.

Shut up.

Nate stared at me. “Whoa, that was impressive.”

I shrugged modestly.

“Hey, Nate.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever read fan fiction about yourself?”

“Oh, yeah, all the time. I’m reading this one where she its next to me on the plane and we fall in love.”

Fuck.

I acted like I hadn’t read it before, and definetly didn’t write it.

Except I did.

Write it, I mean.

How the hell did he find me? Seriously, universe? Really?

“The author is actually pretty good,” he continued. “Especially the smut scenes.”

He winked at me.

Of course. Of course he found the two scenes I had written like that. About him.

I laughed nervously. “Er, yeah.”

He grinned. “Hey, I’ll send it to you! Maybe we can tell her we’re reading her stories.”

“Heheh.”

He smiled at me. “You have some sauce right there.”

He gently wiped it away with his thumb.

I melted inside.

I stared into his wonderfully blue eyes. They reminded me vaguely of the Caribbean. Or the TARDIS.

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