@moralcompassesbreak based on this
They were always together. Sitting next to each other in every class they had together. Sitting on the same lunch table, preferably alone with each other as their company. Getting into trouble and taking the blame from the other (it’s mostly him who does it, though. The heroic git.) Going to prom as each other’s dates.
Then they promised themselves to each other. WELL, that is unless one of them gets married to someone else before the reach the age of 30. High school best friends that never got into a romantic relationship with each other (and end up dating other people in their own time) despite the obvious attraction to each other.
JUST THE PERFECT ARRANGEMENT, right?
12 years of waiting seems too long for another person, maybe. But everything’s worth the wait when the deal’s something like theirs. Two best friends, meeting again after 12 damn years, in hopes that the other hasn’t been fished by someone else yet.
12 years. Donna certainly had her fair share of marriage quality blokes over that long while. But every goddamn time she met with Emmett, her mind always ends up thinking one thing: Maybe xxxxx’s not the best fish in the water.
Time flies when you have something you want in the end of a wait. And in this case? EMMETT. Twelve years of thinking and she resorts to this judgement. And now she’s 30. She’s 30 and they’ve got a plan to finish.
Sitting in a really posh restaurant was Donna Noble, fresh off from her 20′s, and anxiously waiting for her partner in crime. She was getting a little restless (after all these years of waiting) when a minute passed after their meeting time. Where was he?
A smile brightened up her face when the door to the restaurant opened, revealing a very familiar man wearing a suit. She hadn’t seen him in so long (a month or two?) but she had seen him far too much to not recognize his mess of brown hair in anywhere. When he finally approached their table, Donna stood up and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, a small grin on her face.
“Thought you dissed me for someone else, Mr. Carver…. But I’m awfully glad you didn’t. Who would pay for all these grandiose mess?”
Given his track record of turning up to appointments when they in fact finished, he promises to be punctual. This particular appointment is different. Nothing like the neighbourhood watch scheme meetings or those performance reviews he never seems to find much motivation towards - which, in retrospect, can be worrying for both him and his superiors.
The choice of restaurant surprises him the most and given Donna’s unwavering decision, he merely agreed at the time, joking that it was one way of celebrating their single lives for thirty years...
Which is why Emmett, in fact, turns up just about on time to this very different appointment with her. There’s that inner voice telling him that he had overdressed again until he sees her as he emerges into the restaurant. The kiss on the cheek takes him by surprise and yet he’s thankful he trimmed his beard earlier that morning.
“Hmmm... What is it now?” He pretends to think. “Since our first dinner after that disastrous night out in that club they filmed that porno in, that makes it our 23rd time out together for dinner that I happened to pay for the bill.” He smirks triumphantly back at her. “I thought by now you wouldn’t have any doubts about my attendance.”
