AN- Basically, I shuffled my iPod and this came up. Yeah, I'm going to be doing requests next week, because I've done a roster for my fanfiction, and Tuesday is my Music And Love In The Stars updating slot. Don't worry Wolf And Storm/Doomsday Cancelled fans! Wolf And Storm is going to be updated tomorrow!

And, I've only got one request, and it's for ABBA. And I hate ABBA. I don't think I'll be doing it... Sorry Wolfy...

The song's Parklife by Blur, which is the awesomest.

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Parklife

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"What are we doing, daddy?" A little boy asked his father, as his family walked.

"We're going to the park, John," The father said, pushing a pram. The Smith family finally reached the park.

"Yippee!" John cried, and went to go on the swing. The four year old called his mother over to push the swing. John laughed hysterically and even wasn't scared when he went to the top! That was a first! "Stop mummy! Stop!" John's mother stopped swinging and sighed. His son was a handful. John sat still on the swing, and his mother caught the rope and it stopped. John ran over to his friends who had just arrived.

Jack went and hugged the Doctor, unusually nice to other guys. He was girlfriends and boyfriends with most of the kids at preschool, never breaking up with them. Rose was nearby, hiding behind a bush. "Rosie!" Jack said, and went and hugged her. She squealed and ran and hid behind John, who protected her. "Oh..." Jack said, disappointed. He then lunged for Rose, but she then squealed and ran.

Jack was the oldest of the group. He turned five just last Friday! It was a big accomplishment. John, Jack and Rose were the bestest of friends, but it didn't mean that Jack wasn't the one that was the leader because he was the big boy!

The three kids played around in the park, until their parents made them go home. They groaned and whined, and their parents ended up carrying them home.

Later that night, when dinner was finished and John was getting ready for bed, he went and watched TV with his mummy. "Eww!" he cried when two people kissed on TV. His mother looked up from the newspaper she was reading.

"Oh, John. It's just kissing, you see it everyday," she said, looking down at her newspaper once more.

"I will never kiss anyone! That's for Jack to do," said John, folding his arms. Mrs Smith just sighed.

"One day, you will," she said.

She predicted correctly.

Twenty years later, John kissed his bride. She broke away from the kiss, and the best man, Jack, whooped. "Go get them, tiger!" Jack said, and pulled one of the groomsmen, Ianto to him, and kissed him also. Mickey, another groomsman, just rolled his eyes and gave flirty looks to Martha, one of the bridesmaids. Rory, Donna and Amy just laughed.

Because today was the day John Smith married Rose Tyler.

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