Doctor Who meets the Selection by Kiera Cass

Salty tears flooded down my cheeks and onto my pillow, where I muffled the sounds of my cries. How could Aspen do this to me? How could he break up with me? After the last two years of sneaking out into my treehouse and sharing such an intimate love with each other. Did he really just end our relationship over a simple meal? Why did I make that God-dang meal anyway? My heart shattered into a million pieces as Aspen’s words circumlocute through my head. “America, I’m supposed to provide for you. It’s humiliating for me to come here and have you do all this for me.”(Cass, 5, 50). “If only I didn’t prepare that stupid meal for him!” I screamed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear me… or so I thought. “A ginger!” I heard a male voice exclaim with an awfully strange accent. “Mate, I’ve always wanted to be a ginger.” I dash to the corner and grab the closest weapon I could find - the jar of pennies. I launched it at the intruder who entered my window… just like I had done every week when I met with Aspen. “Bloody aim you have there, America.” He taunted as he impossibly caught it with his hand. “Who… who are you?” I trembled. He observed the jar with a slim, green flashlight that made an odd sound. “I’m the Doctor.” He said as he straightened his bowtie. “Doctor Who?” I asked, confused. “Why, isn’t that the age old question of the universe? He chuckled. I did not get it. He did not seem to notice. But he did notice my blushed cheeks and watery eyes. “I have observed that you consequently suffered from a broken heart. I’m here to fix that.” “How?” I questioned, puzzled. “Well, I have a timey wimey thing that can stop you from preparing that ‘stupid meal for him.’” He darted out the window like a cliffhanger and left me with no other choice but to follow him. “How?” I repeated. “That’s imposs…” I was cut off short as I was in awe of a big, blue ox in my backyard. “Nothing is impossible for those who believe.” The Doctor smiled as he took my hand and opened the door. “Oh my gosh, it’s huge!” I exclaimed as we entered a somewhat parallel universe. I had never seen anything like it. “Hehe, that’s what she said.” The Doctor smirked. “Shut up!” I could not help but laugh, too. The Doctor punched a few buttons, and suddenly we were off with an odd noise trailing behind us. Then… it stopped. “Get out.” he ordered. “I can handle the past you. All you have to do is not make that meal.” “Sounds easy enough.” I agreed, but my heart still hung heavy from the heartbreak. I laughed anyway to give myself some hope. I darted to the treehouse and waited for Aspen at the same exact time I waited before. Although he came at the same time, it felt like it was longer because I did not have to set up anything. My heart pounded in anticipation each buring second until a familiar face appeared in the treehouse window. He had the same exact outfit, with the same exact hair, and he even had the same exact expression on his face - melancholy but persistent.I did not understand. Wasn’t this supposed to fix everything? We were supposed to be together forever… “America, I need to talk to you.” He spoke softly and solemnly.Tears started to stream down my cheek again. “And I need a doctor…”