Amy Pond

[Curling up next to Rory on the couch, Amy could barely keep a smile off of her face as she looked up at him again.] So...We should go do something tonight. Since it's Christmas Eve and all.

6:56. That's what Amy's clock read, four minutes until she was supposed to meet Rory at the Wig and Farkin. A small restaurant in Leadworth, the food was decent for the price of it and sometimes she and her friends went there when they were bored. Tossing things into her handbag like her phone, lip balm and money Amy looked up at the time again and cursed when she saw she now had three minutes to get to the restaurant. Hollering to her aunt that she was going out and would be back later, Amy stuffed her feet into her trainers and hurried out the door.

Walking in quick long strides, Amy looked to her left when she heard someone say her name and smiled at Jeff's grand mother politely before reaching into her handbag to see what time it was. She still had two minutes and she sighed in relief before slowing her pace, Amy could see the Wig and Farkin straight ahead as she passed Everson's general store. Wondering if Rory was waiting outside she turned her head a bit to see past the sign for Broderick bookstore to see if he was there or not.

Amy awoke to find herself sitting upright in her bed and breathing heavily. Trying to regain her composure, Amy played over the nightmare she had just experienced even though it was already slipping away from her. It didn't make much sense now, at least as to why it had scared her so badly, but she couldn't shake the feeling of despair. Looking around her, Amy stared at her dresser drawer for a moment before opening the draw and pulling out the box that held a ring in it. She had more or less stolen it from the Doctor when she found it in his coat pocket, but she couldn't help but feel there was a certain...something about it. It was frustrating, like she was forgetting something.

Deciding sleep wasn't an option right now, Amy pushed back the covers and got out of bed. Wrapping her robe around her she stuffed the box into the pocket and headed out to go get something to eat, maybe go to the entertainment room and watch a film.

Amy was starting to have feelings for someone. Nothing wrong with that right? Wrong because the boy she was starting to like was Rory Williams, her childhood friend. It was weird because most of her life she never saw Rory as anything but a good friend, a really good friend. Okay if she was being honest with herself, which she wasn't, she had feelings for Rory for a while now. She just denied it anytime anyone asked her if she fancied Rory, telling them he was just a good friend was all. Who just happened to be a boy. Except for one silly moment she had confided in her aunt, needing advice on what she should do. Big mistake. In aunt Sharon's words Rory was a 'sensitive boy' and she wouldn't want to see him get hurt. Funny how quick she was to take Rory's side and assume that Amy didn't realised that she could possibly be putting their friendship on the line.

Currently Amy was laying on her bed, staring up at her ceiling as her mind wandered. Turning her head to look at her mobile resting on her nightstand she bit the inside of her cheek as she contemplated calling Rory up. Amy wasn't the type of person to talk about her feelings too often, but she felt the urge to see where they stood growing stronger the more she thought about it. Exhaling sharply Amy rolled over onto her stomach and reached for her phone. Entering his number her thumb hesitated by the 'call' button before she forced herself to push it and brought the phone up to her ear, mouth suddenly dry. In a way she was hoping he wouldn't pick up in an attempt to save herself from humiliation.