Ok, so I've been getting comments about how the story runs too fast. I get it. But please keep in mind that it is my first posted and legit fanfiction, so it will take some time to work out the problems. I am writing another fanfiction now, but I probably won't post it until I've completed this one. I appreciate the comments, but take into mind that I am just another fangirl writting her first fanfiction. Thank you.
The Doctor took a sip of wine out of the bottle after pouring Amy, Rory, and I a glass. He spit it out instantly and shattered the bottle from throwing it at a lamp post. "Right. All of Florence, Italy, and all the time in the universe. Where do we start?" The Doctor said, as we sat down on a picnic blanket in a park in the middle of nowhere. I put down my wine glass. "What about going to see the Piazza della Signoria? It's not that far from here and it's very beautiful. Amy, I believe there are some Van Gogh paintings there..." I looked at my mother sitting next to Rory, and took another sip of wine. She put down her wine glass and nodded. "Yeah. I would love to see his paintings again. What do you think, Rory?" "Yeah. Of course. I would love to go there. They have statues of my grandfather there." Alex looked at them. "Ok, seeing Van Gogh paintings is normal but I have statues that are of people I am related to?" "Yes. It's a long story. About the Roman Centurions." "Cool." She got up and said "Well I am going to the museum of architecture and art. Anyone else coming?" "She's just like you, Doctor. Couldn't tell you two apart if she wasn't so short." Amy said. I smiled and leaned into The Doctor's chest. "I'm going, too." I got up and drained the rest of my wine in one gulp. "Come on, dear." I held out my hand for the Doctor to grab with one on my hip. He took it and hoped up. Amy and Rory did the same. The Doctor crumpled up our picnic in the blanket and threw it into the TARDIS. "Brilliant. Lets go." I said. I haven't felt this alive since, well since my second regeneration. I was ahead of everyone, even Alex. "Woah, there girl. Slow down." Amy yelled after me, leaning her arm on Rory's shoulder. I spun around and smiled. "I am in Florence. I am newly married. I feel brand new. Who's going to stop me?!?" I pulled my arms out parallel to the ground and spun back around, my arms still out. "I said who's gonna stop the psychopathic girl with a gun?"
