It was an exceptionally boring day. Matt was off somewhere with his new dog, and I was alone at my house. That day was simple, yet too simple. I needed something exciting to happen, and something exciting certainly did happen. My apartment was all the way in North London and Matt stayed in Cardiff for Doctor Who filming, but for some odd reason a knock came to my door at 2:00am. I opened the door and the green eyed, handsome man stood in the doorway.
"Matt?" I asked, very surprised. His eyes lit up.
"I was driving to the shop to get Bandit some more food, when my car broke down. Can I crash here for the night, Allie? I didn't know this was your apartment. Can I? Please?" I rolled my eyes and nodded.
"Fine. One night only. One night, Matthew Robert Smith!" I said that but I wanted to say more.
He nodded gratefully and stepped inside, making himself at home. He sat on the couch, flipping through the T.V.'s recording list. I sunk down.
Doctor Who
Sherlock
Heroes
Bad News Bears
High School Musical
Selfie
Britain's Got Talent
The Little Mermaid 2
I admit, it was a bit embarrassing, but whatever. It was Matt Smith.
"Someone's a Whovian! How 'bout some day, you come with me to the studio and meet Steven Moffat?" He asked. I squeaked, meaning to hold it in.
"THE MOFFSTER HIMSELF?! YESSSS!!" I shrieked. He calmed me down.
"Want some fish fingers? Jammie Dodgers?" I asked.
"Yes, but please no custard. I hate those two together," he pleaded.
"That sounded so gut-wrenching coming from The Doctor..." I sighed.
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Hours later, I was in my TARDIS Pajamas and Matt was in some of my Dad's sweatpants that I mistakenly brought to England. We were watching a BBC marathon on the screen. Later on, I fell asleep on his shoulder.
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"Allie, wake up! I found something!" He nudged my shoulder. I muttered.
"No... let me be, woman!" I growled.
"Someone isn't a morning person," he cockily stood me up himself.
I fell right back into the couch.
"Tea?" He asked. I shook my head, shoved in the pillow.
"Coffee..." I muttered.
"Fine. I'll make you coffee," he sighed, "oh and can I stay one more night? The tow-man or whatever you American's say said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning..."
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A/N
Hey guys, sorry for the short chapter. I'll do another update as soon as I can. Well, there aren't many readers, but for those of you who do read this, sort for the short chapter.