What We Can Be-A ten and rose fan fic

Chapter Three

                                     Chapter Three

          That night I couldn't sleep, I wasn't sure if it was just the constant memories rolling through my head driving my insane or if it was just from me over thinking anything and everything. We were official, I never knew we were actual an item; I thought of myself as more of a companion to him or something like that. And I have to admit I couldn't help but daydream about Dean, if I wasn't a thing with John I probably would've jumped into Dean's arms at first sight. He probably had thousands of girls waiting at his side for his affection. I suddenly regretted throwing away his number.

          I roll to my other side in my bed, now staring out the window at the stars. I thought maybe if I looked closely enough I would be able to make out a blue box, but I'm not really sure if the two different dimensions have the same galaxy. But another thing occurred to me, while I'm over here the real doctor might have regenerated (changed bodies, new face new everything) and I won't be able to recognize him at all. My one true love, the man I would do anything for, and I wouldn't even think that I knew him.

          This made me toss and turn even more and my legs started to get wrapped in the sheets of my bed. I felt tired but I wanted to stay up, I was cold and hot at the same time, and my heart seemed to be pounding at a slightly unnatural pace. Was this being in love?

          I sat up and stretched my back, then I carefully separated the blankets from my legs and once I had use of them again I stood up. I pulled myself out the door and across the hall to where John's room was. Slowly, as to not wake him, I turned the knob and pushed the door forward peeking inside through the small space between the door and the wall. I saw John curled up in his blankets, but he wasn't asleep. He sat up when he saw me and slided over on the bed, making room for me.

          I curled up by his side under the covers, with his arms wrapped around me. I felt warm and safe. I felt safe.

          "Are you okay?" I felt John's breath on the back of my neck as he spoke, I cozied up more under his arms.

          "Fine, you?" I lied.

          "Fine." We stopped talking, we just laid there in silence. It was so quiet I could hear his steady heart beat and his breath going in and out. His heart, his one heart. The Doctor had two, but this one was not my Doctor. But why would that have to mean I didn't love him? Maybe it was better that he was half human, now we could grow old togther. We could actually have a normal relationship. "Rose?"

          "Yeah?"

          "I love you." I didn't answer, I couldn't answer. What was I supposed to say anyways, I wasn't even sure. I couldn't tell whether I actually liked John or if the memories of the Doctor were messing up my point of view.

          "You're great." That's all I said. But to me those two words were everything, well two and a half.

          I woke up the next morning and John was gone, I stayed in his bed for a while hoping he would come back but after ten minutes I got up. I went down stairs to see if he was there, but he was gone. I searched practically every room in the house and even searched outside but I couldn't find him. I decided that he had probably gone to the market or something so I just went to my room and opened up my laptop.

        My homescreen was tumblr so I couldn't steer away from scrolling and scrolling a little bit more. Almost every post was about love or some form of it or some lyric about it an it made me sick. WHy am I so unhappy anyway? I have a man who looks exactly like the man I love, at least I'm not alone. I guess it's like how you wait your whole life to find the person you're destined for but now that I've found him it is physcially impossible to be with him. I reblogged a few more pictures and one gif and then closed my laptop.

        I had just began making a cup of tea when John appeared infront of the door.

        "Where have you been?" I asked.

        "Just out and about, got you these." He handed me a bouquet of daises and I inhaled their smell.

        "Oh thank you so much these are lovely."

        "I was thinking we could do something today, maybe a picnic or go to the Cinema."

        "Yeah that sounds great, I need to get out of the house to go somewhere other than my mum's."

        "Picnic it is." He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and left to his room. I prepared a vase for the flowers and put them in, they reallly brightened up the room and my spirits. Wait a minute, is a picnic a date? Are we going on a date? Or is this just a friends thing. Oh my god I sound like a teenage girl.