•pre-Who days•

"John, I can tell you anything right?" You asked, holding his hands in yours, sitting outside in the cemetery.

"Yeah." He whispered into the dark night.

"I think I like someone. I just don't know if they'll think the same." You said quietly.

"Oh. Can you tell me about them?" His blue eyes, hopeful.

"He has been through thick and thin with me. He likes my jokes, and taught me how to dance. And it's someone very dear to me." A smile creeped on his face. "I like you, John."

"I like you too. I adore you, Y/N." You smiled. He leaned in and then stopped millimeters away from kissing you. "We should get home." You pulled away. He was a scaredy-cat.

You grabbed his face and kissed him. He didn't kiss back at first, mainly from shock. Your lips moved in sync with his, until you pulled away for air.

"Walk with me?" You asked. He nodded, with a smile and held your hand.

"Thank you, Y/N."