**Continuation of Doctor Who fanfic. I don't know how far back it was. Go find it :D
*before*
"Oh my GOD you are SUCH a CHILD!!!" I called as I started to run after him. He turned his head, not slowing down, and called out,
"HAHAHAHA! You love it!" And didn't slow down. I chased him all down the streets of West Somerset, trying not to lose sight of him. It was good I played uni football. I definately would have given up if not for that. After, I don't know, 7 or so minutes, he started to slow down. I saw him put his hands on his knees and his head down, catching his breath. I jogged up beside him. I leaned down so my arm was around his waist and my face near his, in a backward hug type thing.
"What, is that all you got, Doctor?" I asked. He turned his head to look at me. His face was all red.
"How did you do that?" He asked in astonishment, standing up. My hand fell so I moved in front of him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"One thing you didn't know about me, Doctor," I told him. "I played football in university."
"Oh," He replied. He mimicked me by putting his hands around my waist. "You know, I'm quite good at football."
"Oh really?" I asked skeptically.
"Oh sure!" He smiled. "That's the one with the sticks, right?"
I smiled, then it grew, then I laughed a little, then exploded into a giggling fit. The Doctor's face fell.
"What?" He was completely serious.
"You...Don't play football with a stick!" I said, still laughing.
He removed his arms from my waist and folded them in front of his chest. He pouted like a child.
"Hmph. Well EXCUUSSSEEE ME for not knowing your silly little human games!"
I grabbed one of his hands and and pulled him away. "Come on, Doctor. Let's go find the TARDIS."
He reluctantly came after a couple of tugs.
After walking for a while, we found my what-used-to-be house. The TARDIS was still there, same as ever.
