a hopeful romantic | miclara {flashback}
Mickey was very confused about the status of his and Claraâs -- whatever it was. Relationship, if he was allowed to call it that. He wanted to, more than anything, but didnât know how to bring it up. It was very difficult for him to think about getting rejected again or ruining what he and Clara had by trying to take things too quickly or being clingy. He was used to feeling like he was clingy and to acting clingy when things started to go wrong. Even the idea of bringing up their relationship status made him feel that way.
But it was driving him mad. It seemed like she cared about him; but how could he be sure? How unless she said it with her own mouth?
He clearly wasnât the best at deciphering signals; so even though he was almost always at Claraâs house and even though she looked at him the way he suspected he was looking at her, did that really mean anything?
It took him a lot of nerve to come up with a romantic date night, where he would ask her about what they were. Theyâd been on dates before, but could they really count as dates when there wasnât much to do in the Pocket universe anyway? This was going to be different, though. He was going to do everything himself.
None of it would have been possible if it hadnât been for River Song. She not only helped him cook Clara dinner (a simple spaghetti, salad and garlic bread dinner, but it definitely was safe to eat and that was a start!), but she also helped him pick out music, flowers and candles and helped him dress himself in something that flattered him and fit the fashion of Claraâs time, not his. That meant his trousers were fitted but not skin-tight, a dark blue jean color, with a white button up top, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the forearm and a skinny, black tie. He looked really good, if he didnât say so himself. Even he had confidence as he strolled up to Claraâs front door, picnic basket in hand, before knocking on the door.
The confidence was short-lived, though, as knocking on the door meant he couldnât run away. This was it and anything he did or said would be held against him in her memory for the rest of their lives.
He nearly changed his mind, turning around to flee when he heard the door open behind him. âHeeeeeey,â he said as he spun back around to face her, his smile all teeth and not entirely genuine at first. That was, until he saw the way she looked. âWow,â he breathed. Heâd told her to dress nicely and that heâd had plans for them tonight, but she was breathtaking.
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