plurk meme { 2018 } au august

[iluvroadrunner6]

Completed: 31/31
Running Word Count: 63,180

Comments

august 9: summer camp | amy & rory | 975

[iluvroadrunner6]

“Rory. Rory.”

The word floats to his ear through the darkness of his cabin, and he knows who it is without needing to open his eyes. He knows if he rolls over and opens his eyes he’s going to see one ginger head and one curly black one, and they’re going to get him into trouble. So he stays on his side blankets tucked around him, and is determined to keep things together. He’s made it through almost this entire week of camp without Amy and Mels getting him into trouble and there’s only two days left.

He can do this.

His willpower is strong and he will withstand the pull of his two best friends.

“Rory, are you sleeping?”

Silence.

“Bet you he’s ignoring us, because he thinks we’re going to get him into trouble.” Mels always did know him a bit too well, but he doesn’t give her the satisfaction of being right, staying perfectly still and doing his best to keep his breathing level. That only works so well, however, when face with the wounded tone in Amy’s voice in response.

“Rory wouldn’t do that.”

“You sure?”

There’s a moment of uncertainty, when the silence hanging there as Amy considers her answer becomes too much, and he rolls over with a heavy sigh. “What?” he says, glancing over to them. “What could you two possibly want at this hour of the night?”

Amy seems to have forgotten the accusation as soon as she has Rory’s attention, glancing over to him with a bright smile. “C’mon. There’s something we want to show you.”

“Is this going to get me in trouble?”

Mels smirks, in a knowing way that he doesn’t entirely understand. “Oh ye of little faith.” Both Amy and Rory look at her at that, because there hasn’t been a moment when Mels hasn’t gotten herself or them into trouble, but she rolls her eyes and brushes it off. “Whatever. We promise, you won’t get into trouble.”

A promise from Mels isn’t really worth much for the aforementioned reasons, but he looks over at Amy and it doesn’t take much for him to cave. He’s always been a sucker when it comes to her, and he doesn’t think that will ever change. Amy is perfectly imperfect, and he will always follow in suit.

“Fine,” he sighs as he kicks off the blankets. “Just let me get dressed.”

He may regret this later, but at least it will have made Amy happy.

- - - - -

It turns out, the plan did happen to be fairly harmless. Mels and Amy had liberated a couple of the canoes and they were going to go for a midnight sail on the river. Only problem is, as Amy and Rory were getting into their canoe, Mels stole the paddles and shoved them off sending them floating with the current towards who knows where with no means of steering.

There was plenty of yelling from the two of them as they drifted away from shore, and a lot of Rory trying to paddle with one arm to fight the current, but he’s not getting very far. By the time he huffs to give up, Amy’s pulling him gently by the arm to lean back with her, staring up at the stars above them.

“Stop, just … stop. We’ll figure it out.” She shifts to stare up at the stars for a moment, far away from the smog of the city so the sky is nearly clear. “Besides, maybe we could just float for a little while.”

Rory isn’t sure that it’s the best plan. The further they get from shore, the harder it will be to get back to camp, but he also can’t say no to Amy either, so he nods in agreement, settling into the bottom of the canoe with her, and trying not to panic because there is very little space between them and he never thought he would actually be this close to Amy, ever.

It’s slightly intimidating.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like to travel out there?” she asks, her eyes still on the sky above them. “To visit other planets.”

“Like with the Doctor?”

“I know the Doctor wasn’t real,” she scoffs, before glancing over to him. “But that doesn’t mean the potential isn’t there, right? That there are things beyond what we’ve found. So many strange things have happened …”

“Maybe,” Rory says softly, turning his attention to the stars for a moment. “Personally, I’ve never really looked that far.”

“You haven’t?” Amy asked, looking at him curiously, and he shakes his head before glancing back to her.

“You have given me enough adventure to last me a lifetime.”

There’s a moment as he manages to hold her gaze, wondering if maybe she’ll see what he’s saying without needing him to spell it out, but his hopes are dashed when she snorts instead.

“Mels, you mean.”

He falters for a moment, before deciding to fall back into a safer place. “Yeah. You and Mels both.”

She tips her head forward, resting her head against his shoulder with a happy sigh. “I’m glad we’re best friends, Rory.”

Best friends to anyone else would probably like the death rattle of their hopes for being more than that, but Rory doesn’t see it that way. The way he feels about Amy isn’t going to change, and even if she doesn’t chose him, she’ll always be the most important person in the world to him.

He can live with best friend. In fact, he doesn’t know how it could get much better than that.

They also absolutely get into trouble when Rory drags the boat back to shore in the morning, but despite the soggy shoes and clothing, he can’t help but think it was totally worth it.