Anyway, the funny thing is that today I was going through some things I had written and I found the beginning of a story that talked about Dr. Who... So here it is, for your amusement *smiles* Who knows, maybe someday I'll go back to it...
Caine
huffed from behind his newspaper watching as his girlfriend sat in front of the
TV, clutching the pillow like her life depended on it and muttering something
about ‘the daleks are coming’.
“Stop
huffing! I really don’t understand what you have against The Doctor.” Mandy
turned to him, glaring.
Caine
raised an eyebrow. He looked past her at the TV, a man dressed as Elvis Presley
was trying to sell the finest bananas in all the country. Go figure what publicists
thought these days.
“Well?”
“Mandy, I
really don’t want to have this argument again.”
“Why not?”
she countered, hands on her hips, her brown ponytail bouncing widely as she
turned her undivided attention towards him.
“I told
you, I’m not into science fiction.”
“Yet, you
love Star Wars—“
“Yes, but—“
“No buts,
Caine, give Dr. Who—“
“I was a
fan of the Doctor once,” he blurted.
“What?”
His
girlfriend stared at him slack jawed.
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