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Miss M's Second Fic: The Outfit for Amy’s Man
I'm sure you remember her first story? Well here is a prequel! :)
Title: The Outfit for Amy’s Man
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory, Rory's mother.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: Rory's mother doesn't approve of Amelia's creativity. (And neither does Rory, truth be told.)
The Outfit for Amy’s Man
Rory could only stand in the doorway and gape.
Amy was nonchalantly sitting amidst a large pile of ripped shirts - his shirts - in the middle of his room.
She was looking them over, seeing which collar looked nicest, which shirt was most like the Doctor’s, not noticing that Rory looked ready to explode.
“WHAT DID YOU DO????” he screamed, practically purple in the face.
Amy looked up in admonishment, almost surprised at his anger. She chuckled lightly, and chucked a navy blue sweater into the corner.
“I ripped your shirts,” she said sweetly, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to rip up your best friend’s shirts, sit in their bedroom surrounded by them and then act like you just gave them a puppy.
“Your costume, remember? I told you earlier.”
Rory slapped himself on the head. Of course!
Had it really only been two weeks since the weirdest Monday he’d ever had, when Amy came in to school obsessed with a man called ‘The Doctor’, something about a time machine and travelling through space? Just a few minutes ago she’d-
No. Rory didn’t want to replay the memories of the last ten minutes in his head. Well, not yet, anyway.
Yet Amy had not given up on him. There really is no way of getting sense out of her, Rory thought to himself. She has already bitten her psychiatrist Melanie.
Rory leaned against the door frame, eyes shut, feeling queasy after what had been a most disagreeable lunch of baked beans, custard, stale yoghurt and a few other things he didn’t want to think about.
Then, as if giving him horrific food wasn’t bad enough, Amy decided that he really did need a costume if he was going to look right, and disappeared upstairs as he attempted fruitlessly to open a bottle of medicine.
That was when he found her in a pile of his shirts, looking like she was simply sat there knitting, not tearing apart her best friend’s clothing.
Was Amy ill or had concussion? She looked normal. She didn’t seem light headed or dreamy.
But then she was very head-strong and tenacious. Rory found himself sat beside her, helping out, when his mum came in, back from the post office.
Shrieking.
“WHY,” she exclaimed, her breathing unsteady, ”IS THERE CUSTARD MIX, BAKED BEANS, BREAD AND BUTTER AND DOLLOPS OF YOGHURT ALL OVER THE TABLE?”
She stopped, looked at Amy, the mess on the floor, Rory’s pasty face, worked it out in seconds.
“You never. No.”
Amy smiled her sweet-as-sugar smile, looking innocent, and said, “Ripped his clothes? Yes. Made him eat custard? Baked beans? Bread and butter and out-of-date yoghurt? Well, I didn’t really have to make him eat the custard, bread and beans, as such. But he was rather stubborn about dipping the fish in custard. I’m sure that the yoghurt must have tasted horrible.”
She pulled a face, depicting the look Rory had made only minutes ago.
Amy wasn’t very pleased about the hullaballoo that followed.
Rory started shouting at no-one in particular and his mum shrieked, “YOU WHAT!” in Amy’s face for several minutes.
Amy was marched into the front room to be questioned.
“Why? Just why?” Rory’s mum paced the floor as Rory himself, worried and unhappy, sat on the sofa next to a composed-as-ever Amy.
She gave a mocking smile, pulled a funny face and said, ”No. You will never believe me.”
She sat back as Rory sobbed, still sick after his horrific dinner.
“Throw it at me.” Rory’s mother rolled her eyes. ”I’ll believe almost anything. Go on.”
Amy grinned devilishly, as thoughts of a man in ragged clothes filled her mind.
“Because my imaginary friend told me to.”
THE END
Title: The Outfit for Amy’s Man
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory, Rory's mother.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: Rory's mother doesn't approve of Amelia's creativity. (And neither does Rory, truth be told.)
Rory could only stand in the doorway and gape.
Amy was nonchalantly sitting amidst a large pile of ripped shirts - his shirts - in the middle of his room.
She was looking them over, seeing which collar looked nicest, which shirt was most like the Doctor’s, not noticing that Rory looked ready to explode.
“WHAT DID YOU DO????” he screamed, practically purple in the face.
Amy looked up in admonishment, almost surprised at his anger. She chuckled lightly, and chucked a navy blue sweater into the corner.
“I ripped your shirts,” she said sweetly, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to rip up your best friend’s shirts, sit in their bedroom surrounded by them and then act like you just gave them a puppy.
“Your costume, remember? I told you earlier.”
Rory slapped himself on the head. Of course!
Had it really only been two weeks since the weirdest Monday he’d ever had, when Amy came in to school obsessed with a man called ‘The Doctor’, something about a time machine and travelling through space? Just a few minutes ago she’d-
No. Rory didn’t want to replay the memories of the last ten minutes in his head. Well, not yet, anyway.
Yet Amy had not given up on him. There really is no way of getting sense out of her, Rory thought to himself. She has already bitten her psychiatrist Melanie.
Rory leaned against the door frame, eyes shut, feeling queasy after what had been a most disagreeable lunch of baked beans, custard, stale yoghurt and a few other things he didn’t want to think about.
Then, as if giving him horrific food wasn’t bad enough, Amy decided that he really did need a costume if he was going to look right, and disappeared upstairs as he attempted fruitlessly to open a bottle of medicine.
That was when he found her in a pile of his shirts, looking like she was simply sat there knitting, not tearing apart her best friend’s clothing.
Was Amy ill or had concussion? She looked normal. She didn’t seem light headed or dreamy.
But then she was very head-strong and tenacious. Rory found himself sat beside her, helping out, when his mum came in, back from the post office.
Shrieking.
“WHY,” she exclaimed, her breathing unsteady, ”IS THERE CUSTARD MIX, BAKED BEANS, BREAD AND BUTTER AND DOLLOPS OF YOGHURT ALL OVER THE TABLE?”
She stopped, looked at Amy, the mess on the floor, Rory’s pasty face, worked it out in seconds.
“You never. No.”
Amy smiled her sweet-as-sugar smile, looking innocent, and said, “Ripped his clothes? Yes. Made him eat custard? Baked beans? Bread and butter and out-of-date yoghurt? Well, I didn’t really have to make him eat the custard, bread and beans, as such. But he was rather stubborn about dipping the fish in custard. I’m sure that the yoghurt must have tasted horrible.”
She pulled a face, depicting the look Rory had made only minutes ago.
Amy wasn’t very pleased about the hullaballoo that followed.
Rory started shouting at no-one in particular and his mum shrieked, “YOU WHAT!” in Amy’s face for several minutes.
Amy was marched into the front room to be questioned.
“Why? Just why?” Rory’s mum paced the floor as Rory himself, worried and unhappy, sat on the sofa next to a composed-as-ever Amy.
She gave a mocking smile, pulled a funny face and said, ”No. You will never believe me.”
She sat back as Rory sobbed, still sick after his horrific dinner.
“Throw it at me.” Rory’s mother rolled her eyes. ”I’ll believe almost anything. Go on.”
Amy grinned devilishly, as thoughts of a man in ragged clothes filled her mind.
“Because my imaginary friend told me to.”
My second masterpiece!
Mum has finally allowed me to post this, and all I can say is, I hope you enjoy it! I am already writing another one, featuring a rather raggedy Doctor and ecstatic Amelia! It is called A Breath Of Eternity, set in a warehouse in Durham ( I like Durham!),and a planet far away called Transos 5.
This shall be my first fic with a few chapters. So, wish me luck!
Miss M
(Hello Redjay, if you read this!)
Re: My second masterpiece!
Re: My second masterpiece!
Durham all the way!
Thank you very much for reading.
I have been visibly tetchy for some time because Sunday is not a good day for posting, as many people don't go on.
Miss M
Re: My second masterpiece!
This was a brilliant piece. It's 3am and I can't sleep, but I think with this cute image in my head, it'll be a little easier. D'aww, poor Rory. The little fella has the patience of a saint, but everyone has thier limits. And I can picture Rory's Mum talking to Amy's now; "Your daughter is a bad influence blah blah blah!!" ;D The vest kind of bad influence, though, since I guess they're going to fall in love, one day.
As always, miss M, your characterization is impeccable. And the last line cinches the whole piece. What an imaginary friend, eh?
Mine, by the by, was a border collie, because I really wanted a dog when I was six.*hugs little Rory*Can't wait to see this space story. And I've never been to Durham, but I think it's quite near my gran's house, if I have my geography right. Happy writing!
- Redjay x
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I was hoping for a comment from you, if I may say, my favorite fangirl! (No offense . I like you ALL!)
I had an imaginary friend also. When I was younger I pretended that I had a twin called Rebbeca who looked just like me except with freckles. Still wish I'd had The Raggedy Man.
I have finished the first chapter of A Breath Of Eternity-I am really enjoying it so far! You shouldn't be a writer if you do not enjoy writing!
Thank you ever so much,
Miss M
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I'm honoured to be a favourite fangirl *glee* You're definately one of my favourite writers on Liverjournal at the moment. And I couldn't agree more - I've been a little sick lately, so writing has felt like a chore and less of a release. I'm cheering up, now, so I'm writing more again. *smiles* It's good to be back at my favourite hobby
after scuba diving.I always wanted freckles. That's why my original Time Lady has freckles -- loads of them, haha. She's based on a character I made over five years ago, then developed so much in the last years. ^^
Have a great day!
-- Redjay x
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I am not more important than sleep! I love freckles-always have-and I wishwishwish I had some! I like scuba diving-don't cross it out.
Miss M
(TRIMFFAILHTB)
PS-I know that icon! Have you watched the ridiculous but-funny-none-the-less video?
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No, I have insomnia, don't worry. Staring at the screen and trying to sleep was much more enjoyable than lying on my stomach and trying to sleep. ^^ And yep, I'm a qualified PADI Advanced Diver. *beams* Got my training last Christmas. And I always wanted freckles too! Oh, and yes I have seen Curse of the Fatal Death. Many many times. 8D Have you seen Blackadder? ;D
Redjay x
ps: *pokes own icon* That's my OC Time Lady
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Was your training a present?
Miss M
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Baldrick or Percy? I can't remember which it was that did that. I watched every episode of Blackadder last Christmas, though. And no -- I'm studying marine biology at university, it's something I hope to make a career out of (writing being a hobby). My scuba gear was a Christmas present, though.
Redjay x
ps: Like my icon? I just made it.
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I really have gone a blank on names, but Percy sounds about right. Ooooh! One of my friends wants to be a marine biologist! Sounds cool. Mum's hinting, must stop,
Miss M
PS- I have bought a book to put my stories in. I shall go write in it now.
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Have a nice day :)
- Red x
ps: I have one too. Or, four small ones. They were only 15p each, and have Pooh Bear on them.
Re: My second masterpiece!
THE SHOPS IN TOWN ARE ROBBING ME OF £1.84!!!!!!
Unfaiiiiiiir!
I have finished Chapter 2 of A Breath Of Eternity. Mum says it is very good, but I don't know if it is quite right yet,
Miss M :,)|--