A small grunt of displeasure left her lips as the ringing of her alarm broke into her dreams.
Time to get up.
Swinging an arm out of her warm cocoon, she missed the pink device by about eight inches. With her second attempt, she managed to hit the "Snooze" button. Then Rose Tyler just slid her arm back against her chest. It was the same morning routine every day. She would lay in bed for fifty-two seconds after hitting her alarm and then push her covers off of her in an attempt to thwart off the temptation of just going back to sleep. It was a lot like ripping a bandaid off, you had to do it quick and just deal with the pain all at once, rather than drawing out the agony of bargaining with her alarm clock and then her mother. Right on cue, as Rose was getting out of bed, she heard her mother call from the kitchen, saying that she had better get up now or risk being late for work. Rose rubbed the drowsiness from her blue eyes and pulled her pajamas off. It took her three minutes and eighteen seconds to get dressed on a good day and today was looking to be a good day, an average one at best.
As her mother started to call out to her for the second of three that morning, Rose opened her bedroom door. "Yeah, I heard ya." She said and slipped into the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth and hair. Soon she was back out and checking her jeans for her wallet, keys and cell phone. Her mother pointed to the couch where her daughter's keys had been deposited several hours ago when Rose had gotten in the night before. She and Mickey had been out at the pub watching a match and having a few drinks. Rose walked home, having brushed off her boyfriend's offer to escort her, and tossed her keys on the couch before finding her bed and promptly going to bed. Thankfully, the blond twenty year old wasn't feeling many of the next-day side effects of late night partying. Even so, she didn't like doing it too often, mostly because she was often strapped for cash, and it just wasn't that fun.
The same old thing day in and day out...what kind of life was that?
Still, even though Rose found little interest in her life, she had no idea how to go about changing it or finding her passion. When she was in school, she would draw pictures of other worlds and other people. But like most, when she grew up and was forced to pick a career for the rest of their life, she panicked and decided to just get right to work, rather than continue on to higher education. That, and she had been dating a boy who wasn't too into University so she decided her time could be better spent with him, rather than in classes. And as she found herself hopping off the red bus, she knew she had made a mistake. That relationship didn't last long but it did manage to take any wind that were once in Rose's sails. And two years later, she was still working in the same shop in the mall. It wasn't fun or glamorous but Rose still hadn't looked at University or at least finding a more fulfilling job.
To her, thinking about the future was scary and she wasn't even that old. There was a lot ahead of her, she told herself that it would get better. She had yet to learn that for things to get better, you had to actually do something. After clocking in, she started her shift and texted Mickey during the downtime. While they couldn't meet after work, they made plans to do something on the weekend. It was Thursday and not much was happening but that didn't seem to bother Rose. Not much happened anyway. At the end of her shift, she called her mum and asked if she needed to pick them up anything for supper later but her mother said she would be out for the night which meant Rose could just grab something quick on the way home and the flat would be hers for the rest of the day. Rose had feeling if she texted Mickey about the apartment being free, he'd drop his plans and come right over.
Which was why she didn't tell him. She grabbed something from a nearby McDonald's and headed back home early. When she got back, she heard an odd noise coming from the back. "Mum?" She called out. It was possible her mother was leaving but Rose had thought she had already gone. As quickly as the nose was heard, it had faded away. "Weird." Rose muttered to herself and set the bag of greasy food on the couch and went to get changed out of her jeans and into something more comfortable and lazy. Upon entering her room however, she found a blue box of some sort parked right next to her bed. Was this a joke? Rose looked around, her room was pretty tight and she wasn't sure if the box could even fit through the door. Her curiosity was turning into panic as she debated on what to do. The Police Public Call Box or whatever wasn't really a threat aside from it being in her flat uninvited.
Even if she did ring up the police, what would they do? Or even think?
Telling herself it was nothing, she dashed out of her room, the idea of changing now out of her head. As she stood in the small hallway, she began to debate about what to do. How could she enjoy hours of television and fast food when there was a giant box in her bedroom? Rose quickly went back into her bedroom and marched over to the box and knocked on the door. "Is anybody in there?" She called out, feeling rather ridiculous. The blond girl waited six seconds before the door was pulled open from the inside. "Bloody hell!" Rose exclaimed and ended up staggering into the wall. While she hadn't any expectations, having someone just open the door so casually was not what she thought might happen. Her heart began to race as the idea of calling someone, even Mickey, popped back into her head.
"Blimey..." Rose crumpled to the floor and put a hand to her chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." She sighed and looked up to see a tall man standing outside of the blue box. He said hello and offered her a hand. "Thanks." She swallowed and accepted it. Even now that she was on her feet, the man was still at least a foot or so taller than her. Her eyes went from him to the box which was now closed. "Why are you in my bedroom? Wait, how did you get in my bedroom? Is this a joke or somethin'?" She questioned, her lips turning down slightly. She was still pretty weary of the man but things like this never happened. And it was more interesting than whatever was on the telly. "Though I reckon this isn't Mickey's doing or Shareen's." She muttered and ran a hand through her hair.
This was certainly not how she thought her day would go.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She then asked him, noticing his Northern accent. She moved to sit on her bed so she could think about this whole event. It was so weird. Yet at the same time, Rose was slightly excited. She was so used to the mundane routine of her day-to-day life that anything was surprisingly welcomed. And if that meant a half day with the flat to herself and some random bloke in her room, so bet it. She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Maybe I should show you around the city or something." She joked a little and cracked a small smile.