I Walked In On Laura's Brother

Fraser Of House

(one shot by @Whovian03 for my contest, warning: long authors note)

I'm still not very happy about Matt putting on my bra (which is to be expected but I just had to be obvious and tell you that anyways), so Ben and I have come up with a plan.  It's rather sneaky, and it's going to be fun for me, and for Ben (but it's mostly my revenge). As for Matt, let's just say the women in that store won't be too happy. That is, if all goes to plan.

And if you know me then, evil plan is my middle name.  Kidding, but it could be (I should see if I can legally get my name changed to that because let's admit it, it's freaking cooler than bow-ties).

Ben had somehow convinced Matt to come with us to the store for 'shopping'.  And I won't lie, Matt put up quite a fit (so did Ben but that was before I told him it was for the plan and that I'm not actually going shopping because he quote on quote 'doesn't want to choke on perfume and die').  Right now we're on our way to House Of Fraser. Matt drove, so you can imagine how sick I'm feeling. He turned into the parking lot, and parked life scarringly, narrowly avoiding a very surprised pigeon (have I mentioned how much I hate birds) and screeching against the metal parking sign.

It's his fault though, so there's no way that Ben or I is going to pay that ticket for 'defacement of public property'.

I got out, my legs wobbling. Ben didn't look too good either, he actually looked pale. He looks pale all the time anyway but that's besides the point, today he looked like Voldemort.  And yes, that reference WAS needed.  We slowly made our way in. (considering the state I'm in, I probably looked like a bed sheet but hey at least Ben still looks worse) "Let's go over there quickly," I said, pointing to the women's clothes as I tugged on Matt's sleeve. "Let's not spend too long over there, please!" Matt said, groaning as he walked next to me while I went towards the shirts.

Now the plan was to be put in action. I walked into the bra section, still pulling on Matt's arm (harder this time though, as he flushed, assuming that this was an awkward position for him to be in) and slowly and carefully formulated how this would work. I just need him to stand to the right of the shelf, then BAM! It'll work, I thought this all through again as I dragged Matt into position.

"Stay right here. I need to get a new bra without Matt germs on it.  Good boy!" I said, chuckling quietly as he glared at me playfully. He stood there, as I went to the left of the rack of bras.

"I'm not a dog." He huffed, staying put.

I waved Ben over, and told him the plan again (I'm pretty sure he has short term memory loss cause this is the probably the hundredth time I've told him today). He nodded, and I counted down. Matt was looking at his phone as Ben and I pushed the rack right into him. He fell over, being showered with all the bras. Ben and I laughed as Matt stood up, a cup of one bra on his head. "Stella! Ben!" He shouted.

Oh no. He charged forward, and Ben and I ran through the store, trying to avoid him.  We hadn't actually thought it would work so this part, the running part was new and unplanned.

Panting, Matt tried to scramble after us but all the straps and elastic were caught on the rack, pulling him back.  Ben and I hid behind a shelf, watching as the staff started yelling at him, hastily picking up the mess.

"Mission accomplished!" I whispered, high-fiving Ben.

OMG I LOVE YOU @Whovian03, I thought that was brilliant and I loved it and Stella was absolutely hilarious.   On second thought, if Matt Smith ever offered me a ride anywhere I'd probably say no.  (haha, fantastic)  I honestly can't say how awesome this is, thanks for entering my 'contest' a.k.a 'Erin's too lazy to write and needs an excuse week' and everyone go check out her story I've fell in love with Matt Smith Fanfiction and My Time Lord (Doctor Who) THANKS

like I said, if anyone else wants to enter, I'll post anything you enter and anything else mentioned in the previous chapter ;)

how's everyone's week been?