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The chapters leading up to Rory and Amy becoming husband and wife.. enjoy! :)

Stupid face.

From the moment they had reached the 'Welcome to Leadworth' sign, Amelia Pond had been adamant that she would hate it. It was too small and too quiet. Everyone spoke funny- not that she had met anyone yet- but she knew they would. They were all stupid and so was Leadworth. The only thing remotely cool about Leadworth was the house, although, even that smelled stupid.

The house was big and old and exciting; it had giant dusty windows framed by white cracked paint. The front (and back) of the house was covered in wild tangle of ivy, the front door almost hidden from view. The steps leading up to the door were old and crumbling and made a very satisfying creak every time she jumped on them.

The whole inside of the house was dusty; in the first room she ran into she found a giant white marble fireplace, a half melted candle and a silver mirror. She studied the mirror before deciding its delicate flower patterns were just too girly, so she put it back on the floor. She had already planned on spending rest of the day exploring the house, but of course her parents had to ruin it- 'Amelia, go and play outside while I unpack our things, I don't want you getting under my feet.' Her parents, she decided, fitted perfectly into Leadworth; they were stupid.

She sat outside on the top step watching the moving van disappear into the distance, she looked around glumly, stupid Leadworth, she thought. It was quite chilly, there was a bitter wind and looked like it was going to rain quite heavily. Amelia didn't mind. She liked , she had her favourite thick navy coat on, a scarf, and a stripy woolly hat. And, she thought slyly, if she got soaking she could stomp about in the house and get everything else wet to annoy her mum and dad. She smiled to herself. She looked at the house opposite her own; it was very similar, only the windows were smaller and shinier, and the white paint that framed them wasn't cracked. The ivy that covered the other house was neatly trimmed so you could see the dull brown front door. The steps were paler and smoother, I bet they don't make a cool creak, she thought smugly. She looked at the ivy that ran up the other house, wondering if she could climb up it to the top window on the right hand side.

She stared at the window wondering if she was strong enough to smash it, no, she decided, she wasn't, but she would be if she used a big rock. She looked along the pavement in search of the rock to aid her imagination; she saw one across the road on the pavement. If I was older, she thought, I would be allowed to go and get that rock. IF I was back at home, I would be allowed to do anything I want. Stupid Leadworth. She looked back to the window. A head popped up, two eyes stared at her. She stared back. They disappeared. A few moments later the dull brown door opened and a small boy stepped out. Immediately, Amelia decided he was stupid. If he was from Leadworth, then he was stupid.

He closed his front door and made his way over to Amelia. It started to rain lightly. As he got closer she could see his hair was long and mousy, almost like a girls, and he had a really big nose. Just another stupid face in stupid Leadworth, she thought.

He stood at the bottom of the steps and she sat unmoving at the top. He was smaller than her, she smiled triumphantly. He saw and he gulped before returning a shy smile back.

'Um, Hi, I'm Rory.' He said, 'What's your name? Do you want to play with me?'

The rain picked up pace. Amelia folded her arms and frowned, even though she was bored, she didn't want to play with anyone from Leadworth.

'No.' she said, 'It's raining.' Hoping that would deter him and he would return to his house.

'Oh. Are you from Scotland?' He asked, his pale green eyes staring at her with curiosity.

'Yes. And it's much better than Leadworth. This place is stupid.' She grumbled, angry that he wasn't leaving yet.

He looked quite intimidated by her, the rain had lightened again and she still hadn't moved. He wiped his hands on his blue trousers.

'Oh.' He said again, unsure how to respond, 'I'm not from Leadworth either.'

She looked at him just as the sun broke through the clouds, her hair set alight, glowing orange and her fierce, piercing emerald eyes stared at him with a mixture of interest and surprise. He gulped.

'I'm Amelia.' She stated, 'how old are you?'

'Eight,' he said proudly, 'how old are you?'

Her face fell.

'Six and three quarters' she grumbled, 'I'm taller than you.' She told him smugly before standing up and jumping down all three steps to prove it.

He looked up at her, 'My mum says I will grow.'

She jumped up one step and looked at him, placing her hands on her hips, just like her mum did when she was in trouble.

'When?' she questioned.

He wriggled slightly, 'Um... I don't know. When I'm older.'

Behind them Amelias front door creaked open and her mum popped her head round the door, 'Amelia, your dinner is ready. Take your wellies off before you come inside, please'

She looked at Rory, 'I have to go.' She smiled, stepping up the steps to her front door, 'Bye Rory!' she disappeared behind the door as he croaked a silent 'bye' to the door. She didn't hear him.

That was the first time Rory Williams met Amelia Pond. That was when he knew he couldn't live without her.