Looking Through the Stars

In the Dog House

"Rose!" The Doctor called, the house seemed empty. He set the keys on the counter and walked into the bedroom, Rose was in bed. A glare fixed onto her face.

"Do you realize how late it is?!" She asked.

The Doctor coiled back, not wanting to start a fight.

"Sorry, just lost track of time."

"It's nearly one in the morning! I've been sitting here all night, waiting for at least a text!" Rose said, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. The Doctor looked at the ground and smiled, she was acting exactly like Jackie. suddenly a pillow flew past his head.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight."

The Doctor whined, "What did I do?"

"You keep worrying me sick." Rose said, the Doctor walked back into the living room. He was just having fun with his mates, it's not like he is hurt or anything. He was thinking like a teenager, only about himself. That wasn't like him, not at all. he kept rolling over, the couch wasn't comfortable without Rose. Maybe if he snuck into the bedroom....

He walked like he was going to the kitchen, he could still hear the tv. He sighed and grabbed a glass of water. He might as well if he was this close to the kitchen. He didn't dare to try to talk to Rose, not if she was this mad. His mind wondered random thoughts, things that didn't seem to catch on; they all came back to Rose though. Walking back past the bedroom, he was jerked inside.

"I thought I was on the couch?" He asked with a sly smile.

"You got lucky this time." Rose said, getting back into bed.

"What about my pillow?"

Rose scoffed, "You always use mine anyways."