As I reflected on the situation, I took a deep breath of the ocean air and let out a sigh. "Things happen as they should," I reminded myself. The Doctor once told me that fate catches up to everyone and time is a thief, but I never quite understood what he meant. I gazed down from the cliff, watching seagulls, and my eyes wandered to the spot where I first met the Doctor. His name is simply the Doctor. When I asked, "Doctor who?" He just smiled, his brown eyes sparkling, and said, "Just the Doctor." While lost in memories, I glanced at my watch and realized it was already 6pm. Standing still, I gazed out at the vast ocean. Eventually, I settled down on the sandy beach, reflecting on the pivotal moment when my life took an everlasting turn, the moment I encountered my IMMORTAL.
It was June, two weeks after graduation, I decided to take my brand-new car for a drive along the PCH to Crystal Cove. My parents bought me a car after I graduated high school but throughout my senior year, I drove to school in my mom's silver 2010 Toyota Corolla. After parking my car, I strolled down to the beach, greeted by the sight of people relishing the afternoon at 5pm. The beach was adorned with a handful of surfers and various individuals taking leisurely walks. My feet led me towards the tidepools, where I couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey there, little creatures!" The small fish and sea snails captured my attention, and I spent quite some time observing them. During my high school years, I had a boyfriend who accompanied me to this very spot during the summers. However, he eventually moved away, and I decided not to pursue any other romantic relationships. Instead, I focused on my studies, determined to graduate, and plan for my future. Walking along the shore towards the stairs to the parking lot, I heard a strange mechanical sound behind me. Turning around, I saw a blue police box materialize out of thin air, leaving me in shock with my jaw dropped and breath held.
"What the
Fuck," I whispered to myself. The sudden arrival of the box caused a gust
of wind, messing up my hair and lifting the hem of my navy-blue floral
sundress, revealing my underwear for a moment.
In a rush, I quickly straightened my skirt and
held onto it tightly until the wind died down. Stepping back, I looked around
to check if anyone else had witnessed this unusual event. Some people had
noticed and quickly ran away in the opposite direction, leaving me standing
there, shocked.
Curiosity consumed me as I silently questioned the events unfolding before my eyes. I stood there, completely captivated, as the door of the box slowly creaked open. In that moment, I instinctively darted behind the door, peering around the edge to catch a glimpse of the man who emerged. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, dressed in a stylish brown pinstriped suit, a long light brown trench coat, and Converse high-top sneakers. Initially, he seemed unaware of my presence as he surveyed his surroundings before confidently walking away from the blue box, in the same direction I had come from.
Despite the voice inside my head urging me to leave and not follow him, my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist the urge to trail behind him, eager to uncover the mystery that surrounded this enigmatic man. I continued trailing him until he suddenly stopped and turned to gaze out at the vast ocean, releasing a heavy sigh. Just as he was about to retreat back to his box, our eyes unexpectedly locked. It was a moment of connection, a fleeting instant where our gazes met and held. His expression shifted from perplexity to a hint of amusement. Breaking the silence, he broke the ice with a question, "Hey, are you one of the locals?" Caught off guard, I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to this stranger who seemed to possess an air of mystery. A brief pause hung in the air, filled with anticipation and uncertainty. Summoning my courage, I finally mustered the bravery to ask the question that had been burning inside me, "Who are you?"
"Call me the Doctor," he introduced
himself, his warm brown eyes carefully studying my appearance, a mischievous
grin playing on his face. A rush of heat flooded my cheeks, betraying my
growing fascination with this enigmatic man.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I quickly stepped outside and circled the box, still in awe of its mysterious dimensions. After a brief assessment, I hurriedly made my way back inside, unable to contain my excitement any longer.
"It's actually bigger on the inside!" I
exclaimed; my voice filled with exhilaration. Instead of feeling frightened, I
found myself completely captivated by the whole experience, eager to uncover
more about the enigmatic man and his extraordinary machine. His grin widened,
clearly delighted by the enthusiasm reflected on my face. As the doors closed
behind me, my heart raced with anticipation for the adventure that awaited me.
"Would you like to join me on an incredible adventure?" he asked,
causing me to gasp and widen my eyes in surprise. It suddenly dawned on me that
the Tardis was not just any spacecraft, but an otherworldly vessel, leaving me
in a state of disbelief and wonder. "Is this some sort of spaceship? Am I
being abducted?" I asked cautiously, edging towards the exit. His eyes
locked mine as he responded with a smirk, "Do you feel like you're being
abducted?"
A giggle slipped out of me as I found myself flattered by the idea of this individual or extraterrestrial wanting to open his world to me. Despite my excitement, I couldn't help but have a moment of hesitation, absentmindedly playing with a lock of hair. His smile was reassuring as he gently grasped my hand, promising, "I'll have you back in time for dinner." The touch of his lips on my hand made a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Sure, take me," I blurted out, only realizing the unintentional double entendre after the words left my mouth. His eyes locked with mine, a playful glint shining through as he winked flirtatiously.
"Alright, but before we set off on our adventure," he paused, "I need to inquire about your age. I can't risk the consequences of bringing a minor along," he emphasized with a hint of sarcasm. "Just picture the mayhem that could unfold," he continued with a chuckle, rolling his eyes, and flashing a mischievous grin along with another wink. Lost in my own musings, I thought to myself, "My life could use a bit of excitement; no significant other and no big plans on the horizon so..."
"I'm nineteen, almost twenty," I replied, bending the truth a little. He studied me with a curious gaze, silently acknowledging my response. "Well, you definitely look young," he remarked, his fingers fiddling with the various gadgets on the console. I gulped, "I only look younger," I paused. "But I am 19, my birthday is in 4 months," I lied. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I lied about my age once again. Although my birthday was indeed four months away, I conveniently omitted the fact that I would only be turning nineteen. As he drew closer, a warm smile graced his face and he tenderly brushed his hand against my cheek, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. My cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and delight. "So, where would you like to go?" he asked, nonchalantly removing his trench coat, and draping it over a nearby handrail. I pondered his question for a moment before responding, "If you truly possess the ability to travel through time, I've always been fascinated by the 1970s."
"Do
you have a specific year in mind?" he asked, his smile widening.
Ignoring my uneasiness, his gaze remained fixed on the sheer delight
that illuminated my face. The overwhelming sight before me filled me with pure
wonder, and a smile of awe spread across my lips. This wasn't just a product of
my imagination; it was an extraordinary reality, a remarkable journey through
time and space. "I was curious about whether we needed to dress up in 70's
attire," I mentioned.
"Absolutely,"
he replied, and we decided to make a brief detour to a clothing store. I
experimented with several outfits but couldn't settle on one. Suddenly, he took
a sneak peek into the dressing room, causing me to let out a soft gasp.
"Hey, you're
not supposed to be come in here," I objected, feeling a mix of
embarrassment and a flushed face. He sheepishly glanced at me and kindly
offered, "Let me assist you with that," before stepping inside the
dressing room. With a gentle touch, he delicately ran his fingers through my
hair, carefully pulling it to one side before lifting one of the straps onto my
shoulder. The dress, crafted from a soft orange satin silk fabric, felt
incredibly smooth and silky against my skin. Its deep plunging neckline and
spaghetti straps, immediately caught my eye as I admired my reflection in the
mirror, causing a soft smile to form on my lips.
As I stood there,
lost in the moment, he took a step closer, his touch light as he grazed my
shoulders and placed a tender kiss on it. His face moved closer to mine, and in
a soft whisper, he uttered the words, "You're beautiful." Instantly,
a rush of warmth spread across my face, and a swarm of butterflies fluttered in
my stomach, leaving me feeling both flustered and elated.
Startled by his
sudden presence, I turned to face him, my eyes widening slightly. Feeling a mix
of surprise and excitement, I suggested, "Maybe I should find some shoes
to match this dress." The words escaped my lips as I tried to regain my
composure, still feeling the lingering effects of his affectionate
gesture.
"No
worries, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he apologized,
clearly flustered by his actions.
"It's
alright, really," I reassured him, carefully selecting my words. "I
do find you attractive, but since we've just met, I think it would be
better if we got to know each other more," I admitted nervously.
"You think I'm attractive? Well, I'm old you know," he chuckled,
trying to downplay his age. I chortled, "You're not that old, and I like
you. How about we go dancing and explore what 1976 has to offer?" I
suggested playfully, giving him a wink that made him smile.
"If you'd
like, I can buy you the dress for the occasion, and we can pick out some shoes
together,” he offered, showing his interest in spending more time with me. I
turned to the cashier and asked about nearby dance clubs.
"Yeah, I
actually went to Studio One last week with my boyfriend, and it's a groovy
place," she shared.
"Oh, where
exactly is it located?" I asked.
"It's located
in West Hollywood," she said.
The Doctor paid
for my dress. "Thank you," I said appreciatively, following him
out of the store.
"Where
exactly is Studio One? Do you know?" I asked him, curiously.
"Well, it
won't be difficult to locate. We'll ask the Tardis," he replied with a
grin, taking my hand as we walked along the sidewalk. As we strolled, I
couldn't help but notice the hustle and bustle of the city, with people going
about their daily lives. Amongst the crowd, I spotted a few young individuals
who seemed to be around my age.
One of the guys
caught my eye and he flashed a flirtatious smile as he walked past us. The
Doctor noticed this and shot him a disapproving look which made me grin,
sensing a hint of jealousy in him.
"Can we go to
that night club?" I asked eagerly.
"Of
course," he replied. We reached the Tardis, where we saw a couple looking
at it with curiosity. "Excuse me," the Doctor politely said to them.
He opened the door, and we entered. The Tardis vanished in front of them,
leaving them bewildered.
"I wonder if
people are always surprised by the Tardis appearing and disappearing," I
commented with a shrug.
"Probably,
but they won't see it again. It'll just be a story they tell their kids,” he
responded with a chuckle. I looked at the console screen, and he said,
"Ah, I've located the nightclub. The Tardis can take us there."
"Cool,"
I said, brimming with excitement.
"I'm going to
find something to wear," he said and walked down one of the hallways and
disappeared. I looked around in the Tardis, I marveled at the sheer size and
beauty of the room surrounding me. The walls were decorated with detailed
patterns, and the overall look of the interior was simply mesmerizing.
Suddenly, a blue
leather jacket caught my eye, it was casually draped over a chair in one corner
of the room. Intrigued, I walked over and picked it up, admiring the
craftsmanship and style of the garment. With a sense of curiosity, I couldn't
help but wonder who the jacket belonged to. As I held it in my hands, "This
belongs to a woman," I mused.
As the Doctor made his return, he turned to me and eagerly asked, "What do you think?" He was referring to his outfit. I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "You know, you really remind me of that iconic character from the 70's movie, Saturday Night Fever,” I remarked. Catching on to my reference, he replied with a smile, "Ah, John Travolta." We both shared a moment of amusement before I decided to offer him some fashion advice.
"Perhaps you
should consider a more subdued look, with neutral colors," I suggested
playfully. "A simple shirt and polyester pants would do the
trick."
He nodded in
agreement. However, as I handed him the jacket that I had picked up, I noticed
a hint of sadness flicker across his face. The room fell into a brief silence,
and I felt the need to break it. Clearing my throat, I apologized, "I'm
sorry for picking it up without asking."
He reassured me,
saying, "It's fine, I'll put it away." With that, he took the
jacket from my hands and began walking down the hallway, with me trailing
behind. Once I reached his room, he stood there, staring at the jacket in his
hand, a sigh escaping his lips. It was clear that the jacket held some
sentimental value to him, and I couldn't help but wonder about the story behind
it.
"I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to touch it," I said, apologizing once again. He shook his
head, "It's okay, the jacket belonged to a friend,” he responded, solemnly
and carefully folded the jacket and stored it in his wardrobe. It was obvious
that it held a special place in his heart. His eyes shimmering with unshed
tears. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, he turned and hugged me, but
quickly pulled away, realizing he had crossed a boundary.
Opening my arms to
him, we embraced, unaware of the intimacy it would bring. He then declared that
he would change into something more appropriate, heading to the closet to find
a less tacky outfit. As he put on his clothes, I couldn't resist sneaking
a peek at his impeccably toned body. He effortlessly switched his shirt, and I
quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught. Out of nowhere, he tapped my
shoulder, asking for my thoughts.
With a grin, I nodded and said, "Definitely better," admiring his fashionable outfit that included gold polyester button-up shirt, black polyester trousers, and cool disco-style men's shoes. We reached our destination, and he skillfully parked the Tardis in an alley close to the nightclub. We made our way to the nightclub, where the booming music could be heard from outside. When we reached the entrance, the bouncer asked for identification, and to my surprise, the Doctor confidently presented a blank ID card, which somehow convinced the bouncer to let us in without any further inquiries. I was left feeling puzzled by the situation, wondering if the bouncer had simply overlooked the missing information on the card. Once inside, the lively ambiance of the club immediately drew my attention, with people dancing and having a great time all around. I couldn't shake off the thought of why the bouncer hadn't asked for my ID, especially considering that the Doctor's card was completely blank. Despite my confusion about that, I decided to set aside my doubts and simply immerse myself in the moment, watching in awe as the Doctor showcased some impressive dance moves on the dance floor.
The ambiance
instantly transported me to a different era, reminiscent of the stories my
grandmother used to share about her vibrant nights out at clubs, where she
eventually crossed paths with my grandfather. The music that filled the air
took me on a nostalgic journey, offering a glimpse into the vibrant atmosphere
of those bygone days. The DJ skillfully curated a playlist of retro 1970's
disco hits, including iconic tracks like "Roller-Coaster" and "Heaven
Must be Missing an Angel, and Turn the Beat Around.”
As our eyes
locked, he gazed at me with undeniable affection, causing a warm blush to
spread across my cheeks. Eventually, our energy waned from dancing, and we
sought refuge at a cozy table where we could catch our breath. We settled down
and decided to quench our thirst with some refreshing drinks. To my surprise,
instead of the usual beer I would enjoy with friends, the bartender presented
me with a mixed drink known as Long Island Iced Tea. The Doctor's advice about
not consuming too much of the drink proved to be accurate, as I found myself
feeling slightly intoxicated for the remainder of the evening. As a slow song
began to play, the Doctor and I decided to embrace the moment and dance to its
rhythm.
The enchanting
tune, titled "Always and Forever," set the perfect
ambiance for our intimate connection. With his arms wrapped around me, the
Doctor held me close, our bodies pressed against each other, radiating warmth.
As our cheeks brushed against one another, I couldn't help but notice a subtle
bulge in his pants, pressing gently against my abdomen. A surge of passion
coursed through his veins, causing him to tighten his grip around me.
In my slightly
inebriated state, I felt a strong desire to engage in a sexual encounter with
him, but a lingering hesitation held me back - the fact that I was still a
virgin, or at least I was at that moment in time. A blush crept up my
cheeks as the Doctor gazed into my eyes with an intense and amorous expression.
It felt as though time itself had slowed down, as if the universe was preparing
for a pivotal moment in my life.
"Should I, or
shouldn't I?" I pondered silently. The music came to an end,
and we settled back into our seats. "I'm having such a great time. Are
you?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of
dancing once more. I nodded, as a chuckle escaped my lips. My heart raced with
anticipation as he flashed me a charming smile. The idea of being wrapped in
his arms, our bodies moving as one, lingered in my mind, a tantalizing fantasy
that I couldn't shake. Today was not the day for such intimacy, but the desire
simmered beneath the surface, making me blush at my own audacious thoughts. The
images of us together, engaged in passionate lovemaking, flooded my mind,
igniting a fire within me. I had never gone that far before, but being in the
presence of the Doctor awakened a newfound sense of comfort and desire within
me. My gaze wandered around the club, until it landed on a woman who
seemed oddly familiar. A gasp escaped my lips, and I turned to the Doctor in
shock. "Could that be my grandmother?"
"I can't say
for sure, but it's possible that she used to go to nightclubs in this area,
especially during this time," he mentioned casually as he took a sip from
his drink. Without hesitation, I stood up and made my way towards her. He
hurriedly tried to stop me, but it didn't make a difference. I approached her
at the bar where she sat, seemingly waiting for someone. Standing beside her, I
caught her attention. Her captivating greyish blue eyes locked onto mine, while
her long, feathered blonde hair gracefully flowed down her shoulders. She wore
an alluring halter top paired with a cute, iridescent crop bolero and
wide-legged black polyester pants, complemented by brown strap wedged heels.
Her nails were adorned with a shimmering silver glitter polish.
She asked me,
"Who are you and how did you manage to get in here? You appear to be quite
young," she flashed a concerned look. The Doctor swiftly intervened,
stating, "Oh, she's with me, and she's 21. I brought her here to
celebrate her birthday," as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I glanced at him, with a nervous smile.
"Hmm, you
have an accent. Are you British or?" she asked him.
"Scottish,"
he promptly responded.
I interrupted and
asked, "Is your name Leena Warren?"
"Well, it's
Leena but not Warren. My last name is..."
"Scott,"
I finished her sentence. She exchanged glances with the Doctor and then with
me.
"Do I know
you?" she asked, her smile filled with curiosity as she took a sip from
her drink. I thought about the butterfly effect or those other paradox things
that happen when you time travel. I shook my head, "I mistook you for
someone else, I'm sorry," I hesitated, contemplating the consequences of
interacting with family members in the past. The Doctor cleared his throat,
placed his arm around my shoulder, and suggested that we depart. As we strolled
out of the nightclub towards his Tardis, he wrapped his arm around my slender
waist.
"That was my
grandmother. I can't believe I had the opportunity to meet her before she
encountered my grandfather," I reflected with a smile. He
nonchalantly asked, "How can you be certain she wasn't waiting for
him?" I pondered briefly, recalling her mention of meeting my grandfather
at a nightclub in 1976, but unaware it was that specific one.
"You're
right," I replied, still feeling a bit tipsy. I stumbled slightly.
"That tea was
a bad idea." He chuckled, "Well, it was a mixed drink, and..."
"Yes, I
know," I cut in. He took my hand and guided me to his room.
"Are we still
in the alley or...?"
"No, the
Tardis is traveling somewhere in space and time."
"Wow, can I
see?" I asked.
He chuckled,
"Maybe a little later." I shrugged, collapsing onto his bed, and
stretching my arms overhead, letting out a soft sigh. He lay beside me on his
back.
"So, how is
it out there when you travel? Are you always alone?" I asked. Ignoring my
question, he asked the Tardis to play some music. The song, More, More,
More, played in the background. He then shared his experiences of
time and space travel, mentioning a companion with a touch of sorrow in his
eyes.
"Rose," I mused. Turning
towards me, he made me blush, expressing his enjoyment of our current moment
before initiating a gentle kiss. As his body pressed against mine, his tongue
explored my mouth, leading to a passionate kiss. The weight of his body held me
in place as I felt his growing arousal, and with anticipation, he slid his hand
up my dress, tugging at my panties. His fingers found my wet clit, gently
rubbing it, causing my heart to race and my face to flush. Despite my desire to
continue, fear led me to push him away, resulting in him falling off the bed
with a, "Ouch!"
I felt regretful
for my actions, but in my tipsy state, I wasn't ready to give myself to
him. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, reaching out my hand to
assist him up.
"Hell, why
did you do that for?" he asked, causing me to hesitate before responding,
feeling embarrassed. "Um, I'm actually a virgin," I admitted,
blushing, and avoiding eye contact. He rubbed his forehead, clearly surprised.
"Oh, I'm
sorry, I had no clue," he said, slowly getting up and wincing. He
facepalmed and let out a sigh. "My bad, I should have asked," he
apologized as he sat down beside me on the bed. He gently tucked a strand of my
hair behind my ear, looking at me with affectionate eyes and wrapping his arm
around my shoulder.
"Well, I
should probably take you home," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of
sadness. I felt guilty about my actions, especially since I barely knew him and
he had been involved with someone else, someone who was no longer in his life,
leaving me curious about the reasons behind it. I let out a sigh and added,
"Even though we didn't..."
"Didn't have
a passionate, intimate moment," he interjected, flashing a smile and wink.
I nodded, my heart racing as I responded, "Absolutely, but there's a
chance we could make it happen someday, maybe." I could feel my face
blushing as he chuckled and flashed me a charming grin.
"Well, maybe
it's time for us to head back," he suggested, planting a sweet kiss on my
forehead before getting up and taking my hand. Together, we walked back to the
control room. Feeling a surge of boldness, I proposed, "You can take me back
to where we first met, and I can handle driving home from there." I
couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, hoping he would agree. He hesitated for a
moment, concern evident in his eyes.
"I'm not sure
if it's safe for you to drive alone, especially since you're still a little
tipsy. I'll drive you home," he responded. Surprised, I asked, "Wait,
you can drive?" He looked at me amused and said, "Of course, I've had
my fair share of driving experiences." His words put me at ease,
knowing I was in capable hands. Feeling a bit silly, I couldn't help but ask,
"But how will you get back to your Tardis?" His smile widened as he
pulled me into a warm embrace, explaining that he had the ability to summon the
Tardis to him. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest
person in the universe. "Really? How does that work?" I asked.
"It just
comes to me when I call for it," he explained, looking like he wanted to
share more about the Tardis and himself but held back. He appeared to be
assessing my interest in venturing on space adventures with him. Intrigued, I
subtly suggested the idea of accompanying him in the future.
"I'd love to
travel with you if you're up for it?" His eyes sparkled, and a smug grin
appeared on his face.
"Great, let's
go," he exclaimed, heading towards the control panel to operate it.
"Hold on, I
really need to get my car home first. Once we're at my place, we can talk more
about it," I said, hoping he would understand.
He chuckled,
"Sure, we can do that." His Tardis materialized in the parking lot
near my car. Some vehicles had left, and it felt slightly later than when I
departed.
"Are we back
at the exact time I left?" I asked, cautiously scanning the area for
onlookers. He joined me outside.
"Maybe but it
could be an hour later," he nonchalantly stated.
"Wait, you're
telling me it's not the exact time, but it's still the same day?" I asked,
feeling a bit confused and my brow furrowed. He just shrugged and said,
"Yeah, just an hour later, no biggie." I pursed my lips and sighed.
We got into my car, me still in my Disco dress and him back in his regular
clothes. I felt a bit out of place in the dress, then I realized that he's
leaving the Tardis behind. "People are going to see the Tardis, won't
they?" I exclaimed with concern.
"It cloaks,
remember," he reminded me. I nodded.
"How does
that even work?" I started to ask, then remembered it was an alien
spaceship. I was amazed that he could drive, realizing he must have picked up
some skills along his travels through time in different eras. Guiding him to my
house, we parked in the garage. With my family out, we headed upstairs.
Checking my phone, I saw a message from a friend about meeting at the mall
later, but I was too exhausted.
I chuckled at the
idea though. I can't even imagine telling her where I've been. Suddenly, the
Tardis materialized in my room. "What the Fuck," I
thought, feeling startled, eyes widened in amazement.
"I see you're
tired, it's time to slip out of that dress and relax. I'll return tomorrow, I
can't wait to show you a world filled with shimmering blue diamonds," he
murmured softly. "Genuine diamonds?" I asked, trembling with anticipation
and my voice filled with excitement. He drew nearer, enveloping me in a warm
embrace, causing me to feel the undeniable hardness of his erection against my
stomach. Flustered, he acknowledged the situation with a click of his tongue,
"I'll be seeing you very soon," he whispered, planting a tender kiss
on my forehead before reluctantly pulling away.
Once he entered
the Tardis, it disappeared. I flopped onto my bed, releasing a sigh.
Eventually, I rose and made my way to the shower. My parents returned, and soon
after, my brother came back from his outing, probably at the skate park with
his friends. Each of us was engrossed in our own activities; I was upstairs, my
parents were downstairs watching TV, and my brother was in his room. Lana
showed up. "Cher, your friend is here," my mom called from
downstairs.
"Okay,"
I replied. The tipsiness had worn off, thanks to the warm shower. My hair was
still slightly damp though. Lana couldn't wait for me downstairs, so she came
up.
"Hey, where
were you? I texted you multiple times, it was like you vanished."
"I was just
hanging out at the beach. Sorry for not seeing the texts." I didn't feel
like sharing about my new love interest with Lana, especially since he's not
human and much older than me. As Lana continued to talk about her day and her
boyfriend, my thoughts kept drifting towards the Doctor. I couldn't help but
imagine what it would be like to explore a different planet, like Midnight.
Suddenly, Lana interrupted my daydreaming and asked if I was even listening.
She could clearly see that my mind was elsewhere. Lana demanded, "Come on,
tell me everything." I was puzzled and asked her to clarify. She gave me a
suspicious look and said, "You know what I mean. You get that certain look
when you're into someone." Raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, she
waited for an answer. Trying to change the subject, I quickly assured her it
was nothing and that I was just thinking about college.
"Well, your secret is safe with me, no worries," Lana winked. We've been close friends since middle school and never kept secrets from each other - until now. We chatted about college and other light topics. Later, she left, the house quieted down, TVs turned off, and everyone went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I heard a strange sound, thinking it was just a dream, I ignored it and went back to sleep.
Around 4am,
I stumbled to the bathroom with my eyes barely open. Once I returned to my
room, I climbed into my cozy full-size bed and settled in for the night.
However, the sound of someone softly snoring beside me made me gasp. Initially,
I assumed it was Lana, thinking she had stayed over, and I had forgotten about
it. Yet, the snoring had a distinctly male quality to it. Curiosity piqued, I
cautiously turned around only to discover that it was the Doctor himself, fast
asleep beside me.
Surprised, I
quickly checked to ensure I was fully clothed, letting out a relieved whisper
when I confirmed that I was. With a light chuckle, I lifted the sheets to see
what he was wearing - a pair of boxers and a white tee shirt. His other clothes
were neatly placed on my computer chair. Carefully, I settled back into bed,
making sure not to disturb his slumber. I didn't want him to wake up, fearing
the consequences if he did and how I not ready for sex. My heart skipped a beat
when he moved closer and wrapped his arm around me. I sighed and remained in
that position, not wanting to disturb him.
Eventually,
I drifted off to sleep and the next thing I knew, it was morning. As I slowly
opened my eyes and rubbed them gently, I found him sitting on the vanity chair
next to my bed, patiently waiting for me to wake up. A thoughtful expression adorned
his face, leaving me intrigued. He greeted me with a smile, saying,
"Good morning, Butterfly."
As I sat up in
bed, I immediately noticed the Tardis situated in my room. "Um, you
were here last night?" I said, my face flushed. I knew he was there last
night, but I didn't want him to know. He nodded; his coy smile still present, "Yes,
I came but you were fast asleep. I didn't want to disturb you, so I ended up
falling asleep beside you." His words made me blush. He was wearing a
button-up shirt, pants, and socks, with his blazer resting on my computer chair
and his shoes on the floor. Feeling nervous, I let out a sigh and got out of
bed, worried about my mom finding him there. It would have been a nightmare
scenario if she did. Despite being 18, my parents would have freaked out.
Realizing that the Doctor seemed to have no concept of personal boundaries, I
suggested sneaking out the front door and waiting a minute or two before
ringing the doorbell so I could come down and let him in. My mom is making
breakfast and I'm not sure how to explain his presence coming down the stairs
if she caught us. He nodded, "I bet you do that to all your
boyfriends," he joked. I shook my head and took his hand; we walked
vigilantly downstairs. He stepped out the door and as I made my way upstairs,
he rang the doorbell.
"Damn it, I
told him two minutes," I muttered. I rushed down toward the door. But my
mom beat me to it.
"Um, I heard
the doorbell, and I thought I'd come down and answer it." She opened the
door, the Doctor was standing there, his face showing a nervous smile. Memories
of being slapped by the mother of a girl he had feelings for flashed through his
mind, causing him to rub his cheek.
"Oh, mom,
this is one of the professors from the college I applied to. He wanted to
discuss the course I'll be taking in his class," I explained.
"Ah, yes,
that's right," the Doctor said, glancing at me. I gave him a sideways look
and cleared my throat. My mom's eyes shifted from me to him, a puzzled
expression crossing her face. "Well, come on in," she said with
a smile, allowing him to enter. I was still in my pajamas. "Sweetie,
you should head upstairs and get dressed," she said. I agreed and started
up the stairs, noticing the Doctor looking a bit worried. I silently told him,
"It's cool, I'll be down soon." Once in my room, I peeked out the
window and spotted the Tardis in the park across the street before it vanished.
I hastily threw on
my faded Levi's jeans and paired them with a crisp white button-up shirt, its
sleeves casually rolled up. To add a touch of style, I decided to wear a black
vest and slipped into my favorite checkered Vans. With my hair tied up in a side
ponytail, I intentionally left a few strands loose, gently resting on my
shoulders. As I made my way down the stairs, I spotted the Doctor engaged in a
lively conversation with my parents in the living room. "Hey honey,
Mr. Smith mentioned you're taking an astronomy class next semester," my
mom said, looking slightly confused. "It's just a required course," I
explained, taking a seat next to the Doctor. "Would you like some
breakfast?" my mom kindly offered to the Doctor.
"Sure,"
he replied with a smile, following my parents into the kitchen. Meanwhile, my
brother entered the room but decided to skip breakfast, opting to head over to
his friend Greg's house to play PlayStation 3 instead.
"Are you sure
you don't want anything?" my mom asked, to which my brother shook his head
and walked out the front door. After a pleasant breakfast, the Doctor mentioned
that he needed to leave, expressing his gratitude to my mom for the delicious
meal. I walked him to the door.
"I will be
waiting in the Tardis if you want to come along," he said with a wink
before stepping out into the morning light. I smiled and closed the door behind
him.
"I'm heading
upstairs, and then I'm planning to go over to Lana's house and since it's
Saturday and she doesn't have work tomorrow, I might end up staying the
night," I informed my parents as I made my way upstairs. After a minute or
two, I came downstairs with my backpack.
"I've decided
to walk to her house, so I'll catch you guys later," I called out while
opening the front door. My parents were still in the kitchen. I'm almost
nineteen, but if my parents found out that I was with the Doctor, an older man,
and off exploring another planet or time traveling, I can't even imagine how
I'd explain it to them.
"Be
careful," my dad cautioned as I left. On Saturdays, my parents have a set
routine of playing tennis and then relaxing by watching TV. While some might
find it dull, they find joy in it and see it as a way to relax after a long
week at work. Excitedly, I ran towards the Tardis and found the Doctor waiting
inside, ready for our adventure. I had packed a first aid kit and other
essentials, just in case. The Doctor looked at me with excitement, and I
couldn't help but smile. I stowed my backpack away. "Are you ready to
visit the planet Midnight?" he asked eagerly. I nodded, and he exclaimed,
"Let's go!" In a flash, we materialized in the heart of a city,
surrounded by a dome.
(images used on this blog are for the reads entertainment. The bold text is for those who have eyesight problems.)
