Winnie & Rosco

Winnie suddenly blushes realizing she had been staring again and looked away. "I didn't think of denim jeans," she mumbled.

Winnie blushed. "I was saying I didn't think of denim jeans when I saw your eyes," she said not looking him in the face.

"The part of the ocean that you can only see when you're on a boat and the engines are off and you only have the waves moving you," Winnie began to say closing her eyes as she imagined it all, a small smile over her face. "And you look down into the depths and all you see is this deep blue." She finished opening her eyes to look at him, her cheeks burning bright red.

Winnie laughed and shook her head "No... Not really," She said thinking about her fanfiction. Some people might call her a writer, but she didn't think so.

"Well, I don't write normal things, you know like poems or a novel or stories or whatever," Winnie said wondering what he would think if she told him about her fanfiction.

Winnie waited a few seconds thinking it over before responding. "I write.. Fanfiction." She said wondering if she should explain what it was or hope that he knew already.

Winnie blushed and nodded "Yes they are," She said "Does she really?" She asked feeling hopefully about that.

Winnie cringed at the one direction, but perked up when she heard about Doctor Who. She wondered if she would bump into her one of these days. "I write Doctor Who as well, " she said not wanting to go into details about everything else.

Winnie nodded feeling a little let down at that fact. She wished she had been a long time Doctor Who fan, and sadly Winnie immediately thought she probably didn't even watch the first seasons and only started at season nine like every other bandwagon Doctor Who fan. "Well, I guess your cousin and I should meet one day." She said to be nice, sure was sure she could do without.