Professional Fangirl

Chapter 3

When we walk out of the school, I feel very dizzy. I have a really bad migraine and I feel like I'm going to vomit.

"I think I'm going to puke." I tell the Doctor.

He laughs. "It's okay. That's normal. You still have poison toxins in your body."

"Okay..."

We walk for a little bit and the Doctor stops behind a dumpster. "Here we go!" He says. I stare at a tall blue box.

"The Tardis," I whisper.

"Yes!" Says the Doctor. "How did you know?"

"Well...I...lucky guess?"

Something fills his eyes. Probably skepticism. "Right. Would you like to come in?"

"Come in? Come in...the Tardis?" I ask. "The Tardis...used to travel to different countries, different planets, different galaxies...to the past, to the future...how could I say no?" I giggle. "I'm sixteen. I have a mother and a father. I go to a high school. I have to live a life...I can't just leave it all behind! But to travel with the Doctor through time an space in a little blue box, I'd have so many adventures, so many memories..." It gives me a moment to realize that I just said that all out loud.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"It's alright! Why don't you come inside and look around?" He asks me.

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"I'd love to!" I say, as calmly as I can.

We walk in. It's just like the TV show, only it seems much bigger in real life. I look around as the Doctor walks up to a full length mirror.

"Ah," he says, running his fingers through his hair. "Ginger."

This is the first time I really acknowledge his appearance. He has curly red, maybe copper, hair and sea green eyes. He has a slight red beard and even his eyelashes are ginger. He wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and a tan leather jacket. To my surprise, he's wearing black converse.

"You look handsome." I say. Then I put a hand over my mouth.

"What was that?" The Doctor asks politely. I don't think he heard me.

"Hehe, nothing!" I say. "Wow" I gasp. "This is amazing." I look at the ceiling. He's had so many adventures, the last of the Time Lords. He's fought Dalek and Cybermen, gas masked zombies, and Oods. Weeping Angels...he's escaped a black hole before! I can't even imagine me having adventures with him.

"How about this," he starts, his kind eyes staring into mine. "I take you on an adventure, and well see what you think! If you like it...well, I'll let you make your decision."

He's so nice!

"Um, okay? Would I have to get permission from my mom? We only just met, do you really trust me? Do you really trust me to travel with you in the Tardis? Out of all of the young women in London, you chose me? Why? Was it because I was attacked my my math teacher? Oh my goodness, Abigail's probably worried sick! Everyone'll wonder what happened to me...and Mr. Roth! Do you think they had video cameras in that room? What...oh this is overwhelming." I nearly fall over.

The Doctor just stares at me blankly.

"They wouldn't have video cameras. Your teacher eats people. They would've noticed before if there were cameras in there."

I look at him, and mentally slap myself for not thinking that one though.

"You didn't answer me." I say. "Why did you chose me?"

He stares at me for what feels like forever. "Because I trust you."