Prince Charming

The stars twinkled like crystallized gems in the inky midnight sky. Down below in the street, the festivities were still in full swing, the warm light of happiness and contentment radiating to all of the houses on the block. Everyone was talking and laughing and dancing together, and it made Rose proud to know that it was because of her and the Doctor that they were energized with such a glowing gaiety.

It had been a tough day; losing your face is not exactly what one would imagine would occur on a day that was supposed to be for frivol and merriment and all that jazz, but that was Rose's life, and she adored every minute of it. Once again glad that she was lucky enough to be this girl, she squeezed the Doctor's hand, and he turned his head and grinned at her.

They were sitting in plastic folding chairs near the tables full of cake and punch and other snacks, watching the dancers on the space on the street. Lively music was playing, and the people jitterbugged and twisted and waltzed to the sound of the band and the chattering people around. It was late, most of the kids that had been running around had retired to bed. Rose didn't' remember feeling so peaceful in a long time. She rested her head against the Doctor's shoulder, humming to the tune as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled, loving the feel of his arm around her, hoping that someday it could lead to something more. But right now, she was grateful for this.

"D'ya want something to drink?" the Doctor queried quietly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Sure," she smiled, "But I got it. Don't worry." She stood up and smiled at him, brushed off her swishy pink dress, and walked over the the table, enjoying the click of her heels on the pavement. She was glad she picked this getup today, it was perfect for a block party. Rose often spent quite a bit of time before every adventure picking a perfect outfit. She delighted in the period clothing in the wardrobe room, running her hands over eighteenth century silk dresses and fifty-first century plastic jumpsuits.
She grabbed two plastic cups and filled them with punch. The Doctor wasn't a drinker, and she didn't feel the need to intoxicate herself, so she stuck to the regular one.

"That's your bloke?" a sweet old lady asked, sipping from her glass as she leaned against the table, and nodded in the direction of the Doctor.

"Um, no, he's just a friend," Rose responded, quickly shaking her head. The lady winked at her.

"That's a bit hard to believe. Can't even take his eyes off ya, can he, sweetie?" She nodded again towards the man in question, and Rose glanced at him. He smiled at her and waved. Rose turned around and blushed.

"I s'pose it's just the crazy day and... you know..." Rose trailed off, really not liking the direction this conversation was going. She capped her feelings for the Doctor in a bottle with an impenetrable lid, and didn't want them to be released, mostly because she knew he didn't reciprocate those emotions.

Shrugging, the old lady replied, "Well, ye've got each other now, yeah?"

"Yeah, we do," Rose smiled and turned away to walk back to the Doctor with their beverages in hand. She plopped down next to him, and handed him his cup.

"It's lovely to see so many friendly people, the joviality is positively infectious." he beamed,

"Although some of the customs are a bit weird."

"Like what?" Rose laughed. The Doctor was always so accepting of everyone and their cultures, but was fascinated by the simplest things - straws or circuses or the way the government ran. It was one of the things about him that Rose found so adorable and made her want to just kiss him.
Wait, no. Can't do that.

"I don't know, just the fact that everyone must be enthralled by a screen all day. It strikes me as odd, when there are so much more fun things that you can do. So much more adventurous escapades you could escape on, so much more to see and do."